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There was no hiding that she found my best friend attractive, but it could be limited to just fantasies. The thought of it might be what turned her on, what turned me on. Putting it into action might arouse a new set of feelings we weren't ready for.

As I said, I didn't want to lose her again. I'd had her back in my life for a couple of weeks, but I'd only had her trust me like this for the past two days. I couldn't be bringing up ideas of her fucking my best friend, when we hadn't found our groove yet. We didn't know where we stood.

I'd go out of my mind if she became so offended that she decided I didn't value her enough and left me. What then? We'd be back at square one where I'd be trying to win her trust back all over again, because I didn't want anyone else but her. And I couldn't expect her to be willing to forgive my fuck-ups all the time. People have a breaking point. I couldn't take the risk of losing her.

And if I was being honest, having her was worth the work, but having to jump through hoops to get to her all the time was tiring, nerve-racking, and painful. I loved it when she trusted me, when she let me hold her like this so that I could bask in the flowery scent of her hair and the warmth of her body. When she sighed into my side and stroked my skin, bringing me comfort. I didn't love it when she viewed me as something to be scorned or when pain swirled around in her eyes when she looked at me.

I didn't blame her for being scared of men. It's not like her childhood taught her men weren't shit, but she grew up and experienced men for herself in a way that helped her appreciate them, because the men along the way hadn't been kind to her either. It made sense that she had a barrier. While I would prefer that she didn'

I have that portcullis there, waiting to be pulled down the moment something triggers her, I get it. I get that I might be walking on eggshells with her for a while. I know what I've signed up for.

But I'm hoping one day, she'll see that I'm worth her forgiveness, whenever I inevitably fuck up. I hope she'll believe me a little more every single day when I tell her how much I love her. Because I do. Despite the suspicious part of me that would take pleasure in seeing her being fucked by my best friend.

I pulled her tighter against me, keeping my secret fantasy to myself and kissing her forehead as my eyes grew heavy.

She sighed. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

I grinned and stroked her scalp. "We'd have to go inside at some point. You'd grow tired of the bugs," I said as the tickle of something I couldn't see, crawling on my leg, startled me.

"You mean, you'd get tired of the bugs." She laughed as I shook my leg to get it off.

"I'm fine with bugs," I quipped.

"Sure, you are," she teased. "But you're probably right. We should go in."

"Or we could eat, right?" I said, eyeing the basket of untouched food. "The guys have everything under control, and I'm starving." I groaned, getting up and looking for my underwear.

When I pulled them over my legs, she stopped me.

"You can keep them off." She blushed. "I like the view."

I caught her looking at my ass, and I laughed, hesitating before pulling them on. "I think I better cover up before you mistake me for meat and devour me again. I need a night's rest before another round with you." I winked.

"Oh yeah, that's right. You beat your own record." She grinned, getting up to straighten the blanket and pillows.

"What?" I asked, grabbing the food and carrying it over to her.

"You lasted longer than a few minutes." She snickered as I let my mouth drop open.

"I told you I could go longer than a few minutes, you nasty freak." I reached down to pull her in for a hard peck, nipping her lip and pulling away. "And I bet you're still horny as hell, aren't you?" I asked.

She popped a sausage into her mouth and shrugged, smiling.

"You're insatiable!" I laughed aloud, holding off the thought that it would take more than one man to satisfy that greedy appetite.

Chapter 28

Ryan

It took me a good few minutes to get my cock down before getting that phone call, and it's been up again ever since. It's so fucking hard; I'm convinced it'll stay this way all night. When I stepped back into the living room, Matt and Ethan scowled at me.

"There the fuck you are?! Where the hell have you been? I've had to run out to the store and get the rest of the wood on my own..." Matt rattled off before his eyes dropped lower.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Ethan asked, as I walked further into the room, my legs further apart than usual to prevent them from brushing up against the tightness of my balls.

"Fuck, Ryan, did you slip away to watch porn or something? What the hell?" Matt gestured to my pants, and Ethan's eyes grew wide.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Ethan waved his hand in the air. "Matt and I have been stuck with the hard labor, and you absconded to play with your dick. The fuck is wrong with you?"

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