Page 109 of Unforgettable

Her smile was soft and illuminated her entire face. “I never for a second worried about that, but thanks for telling me. Both of you are pretty clear with your intentions.”

“Okay, but what does this mean? What happens from here?” Even if I could wrap my head around the fact that Amanda was excited about the prospect of something more between me and Josh, I still couldn’t fathom a world in which I was permitted to pursue both of them.

All of this also bet on the idea that Josh also felt some type of way. “And I don’t even know if Josh feels remotely the same. For all we know, he could be in there getting his beauty rest so he can wake up in the morning and beat the shit out of me.”

Amanda’s face fell, and she dramatically rolled her eyes. “If you think for one second that he doesn’t reciprocate at least most of the feelings you have for him, then you’re blind.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but Amanda pressed her finger over my lips. “I can only tell you what I’ve witnessed, and based on the way he kissed you back, I’d bet my left tit on it. And that’s my favorite one.”

My brows drew together, and she sighed. “My left boob is my favorite, so I wouldn’t bet it on anything I didn’t absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, expect to win. Now, my right is reserved for things I’m only fifty to seventy-five percent sure of.”

“There’s a difference between your tits?” I asked, amused and confused by her explanation.

“Yes. The left one is slightly bigger and more well-rounded compared to the right. But that’s all beside the point,” she said, placing her hands on my chest and imploring me with her eyes. “You should talk to Josh and hear it from him, but I truly believe you are not alone in your feelings. And as for what this all means for the future, I think that’s a conversation better suited for when the sun is also awake.”

“How are you so perfect?” I was bemused, completely enthralled with the woman in front of me. I’d been on the precipice of a panic attack and she’d carefully, yet easily, talked me off the ledge.

She laughed. “I’m not perfect, but I guess I am pretty close.”

And unable to control myself any longer, I slanted my mouth over hers. Quickly she relaxed into me and when I licked at the seam of her mouth, she eagerly let me in. She made sweet little sounds of pleasure, and I swallowed each moan and gasp. Each stoked the desire building inside of me.

“So, you want to watch me and Josh together?”

“Yes,” she breathed as I backed her up against the granite counter.

Gripping her thighs, right under the curve of her ass, I picked her up and deposited her on the cold counter. She gasped at the temperature of the hard surface and squirmed against it. But I squeezed her thighs and held her down.

Resuming our kiss, she quickly forgot all about the counter, twisting her hands in my hair.

“Are you sore?” I asked.

She immediately shook her head. “Yes, but please keep going. I want this.”

“What would you want to see?” I growled against her lips, and her eyes widened when my fingers climbed higher. I forced her legs farther apart and continued closer to what I hoped was her bare pussy beneath the hem of my T-shirt.

“I want…” she began, but her words trailed off the higher my fingers climbed.

“Keep going, or I stop.”

“I want to see you suck his cock like I suck yours. I could teach you how.” My hands stilled as the mental image overwhelmed me. After years of friendship and recent events with Amanda, I’d seen plenty of Josh’s cock. But never before had I contemplated what he’d feel like in my hand or pressed against my tongue. I imagined he’d be heavy—he was well-endowed and thick. The skin of his shaft would probably be soft against my calloused fingers.

“You’re imagining it, aren’t you?” Amanda purred, her hands finding their way up my chest and then back down, scraping at each muscled ridge on my stomach. “I can tell because your eyes got darker, and you zoned out. Like you were in the middle of a really good daydream.”

Quickly I yanked the T-shirt up over her head and exposed her entirely to me. Immediately my hand tightened around her slim, pretty little throat, and her hands flew back behind her to catch her weight before she toppled back on the counter.

I groaned at how her eyes flared with uninhibited lust when I was rough, when I gripped her throat and squeezed just enough to restrict her airway. And I nearly lost it when my eyes ran the length of her body, pausing over her chest, rising and falling rapidly, and her nipples peaked and waiting to be sucked. Her stomach was taut with the strain of keeping herself up.

Lower, I finally saw what I’d suspected, her bare pussy glistening with her arousal.

“Keep going. What else do you want to see?”

Her breath hitched and blush colored her cheeks when I wetted my thumb and pressed it against her clit. Small, light circles had her writhing and seeking more pressure.

And when I didn’t hear what I wanted—another fantasy or desire—I stopped.

A needy groan tore up her throat, and I squeezed until it was cut off at the source. “Talk, tell me what you want to see, or I stop.”

“I want to watch you jack each other off,” she rushed out. And I picked up where I left off, circling her pulsing clit and enjoying the way she bucked against my hand. “Your hand around his cock and his hand around yours.”

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