Page 71 of All Roads Lead to You

“Well, who knew nine days would be all it took to change two people completely?”

I laughed, loving my best friend even more for not overly berating me and being mildly supportive despite the unusual relationship between me and Nick. “You got that right. Listen, I better go. He’s waiting for me, and we’re about to have dinner.”

“Okay, call me again soon.”

“I will. Give your mom a kiss for me.”

“I will.”

We hung up, and I headed into the diner. Nick was sitting at a table in the far corner, in a booth. I sat across from him and stretched out my legs just so I could touch him somehow. He curled his foot around my ankle, smiling at me, making my heart beat a little faster. His touch always sent a thrill through my body.

“How are Hunter and his mom?”

“She’s still sick, but hanging in there. Hunter’s fine for now.”

I looked through the menu, sipping my water before glancing at him, also reading the menu. “I, ah, told him.”

Nick looked up and raised a brow. “How’d he take it?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “I guess I expected you to get upset.”

He smiled and went back to reading the menu. “Don’t project. I’m not you.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for all that.”

“Don’t be. We’re here and now. So, what’d he say?”

“It’s a little weird for him, and I got a short lecture, but other than that, he doesn’t care. He’ll always be supportive in the end.”

I didn’t bother mentioning his worries about me getting hurt. Who knew what would happen between us down the road? For now, I didn’t want to jinx anything.

“Hunter’s a cool dude.”

“He really is.”

We were sitting in bed across from each other, making out as if making up for lost time. Our fingers tugged at our hair, and our teeth nipped our lips. My other hand explored his shirtless skin as I inhaled his soapy and arousing smell. He also had a distinctive scent that I couldn’t pinpoint… something that was all Nick. It was more addicting than any drug.

His hand slid up my thigh and brushed against my cock, straining against my shorts. I groaned in his mouth, so he palmed me a little harder.

“Take these off,” he said on my lips.

My breathing hitched at the sound of my zipper going down.

“I want to taste you,” I said.

“Jesus… yes.”

“Will you tell me what you like?”

“For sure. Totally.”

I lunged at his mouth again and shoved him onto his back in the bed, pinning his wrists to the pillow. We waged war with our tongues until I pulled away, kissing and licking his throat, tasting of salt and man.

“Don’t move,” I said.

When I pulled away, I stood off the bed to remove my shorts and underwear. I got back into bed, unbuttoned and unzipped his khaki shorts, and pulled them off along with his navy-blue briefs, tossing them to the floor with my clothes.

I stared down at his hard cock, in awe that he was even turned on by this. “You have a pretty dick.” My face burned at my words, but I refused to take them back.

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