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“Leave what alone? Does this have to do with what you called me on the dance floor? Are you having some sort of straight dude freak-out because you called another guy baby?”

“I’m not freaking out…,” he murmured, again not making eye contact with me.

“Then why can’t you look me in the eye and give me a real answer, B?” I snapped, my voice raising slightly. Bash just groaned and sunk his head into his hands.

I thought that would be where we ended it, our first real fight. This was putting me on edge like nothing else. Bash and I didn’t fight! This wasn’t like him. Nothing good could possibly come of this, and I was growing more anxious by the second. Then Bash took a deep breath and slowly raised his head until his eyes met mine. We stared at each other for several heart-stopping moments and I waited with baited breath to see what would happen next.

“Goddammit…,” Bash muttered almost under his breath before jumping off the couch and charging toward me. I didn’t know what to expect from the sudden movement until Bash grabbed my face and slammed his lips on mine.

And in the space of a heartbeat, my world flipped completely on its axis and I was burning alive. But Bash seemed intent on burning with me, and what a way to go.

CHAPTER 4

Bastian

My head was spinning and I felt caught up in an overwhelming flood of emotions, and only part of it could be blamed on the nearly six drinks I had consumed at the party.No. This was all Micah. His soft, plush lips against mine felt incredible, and the growly little moan he released into my mouth was fucking euphoric.I slid one of my hands around the back of his neck, anchoring him to me while my other hand slowly coasted down his side and grasped his hip tightly.Holy God, he felt amazing pressed against me.

Wait, what was I doing? This was Micah, my M&M, my best fucking friend! I shouldn’t be kissing him like this! I should stop this. I still had some semblance of sobriety left and I needed to use it to put an end to this before we both dove into the abyss of something we couldn’t come back from.But when Micah groaned and wrapped his arms around my neck, it was all over for me.

Who the fuck was I kidding? Stopping this was the last damn thing I wanted to do, and I was going to lose myself in him as much as possible, even if this would be the only time.

I let out a tortured growl and slid my tongue against the line between his lips, coaxing him to open up for me. And fuck, did he ever. Micah’s lips parted and I plunged inside, tasting him on my tongue like the sweetest dessert, the most decadent sin.

How did I ever deny my feelings for him before this? Kissing him felt as natural as breathing, as easy as slipping into your bed at night, as familiar as a favorite song.It was like the first day we met when I hadthat soul-deep feeling like we had known each other all our lives because right now, it felt as though my body knew exactly what it was like to kiss him before this…like it was remembering him.

Grabbing Micah as tight to me as I could, I gently swung us around towards the couch and pushed him down until he was flat on his back underneath me.The movement caused our bodies to come flush against each other, and we both groaned at the contact.

I was drunk before, but I was becoming intoxicated on the feel of him alone. “Fuck baby, you taste so good.Jesus, I can’t believe how soft your lips are.”

Micah whimpered slightly at my words, and kissed me more greedily. “Bash, I never thought…God, please don’t stop kissing me…this is perfect,” he said in a breathy rush.Hearing the words pour out of his mouth and seeing the effect I had on him was the most heady feeling.I was doing that to him…reducing him to a quivering mess, and I had only just tasted him.

“I won’t stop, M. I promise. I want to fucking taste every inch of your body, baby,” I whispered to him, slowly rolling my hips into his below me. I was hard as a fucking rock, liable to burst through my jeans if I didn’t get them off of me, but what had me leaking in my pants was the solid bulge against my thigh that came from Micah.

Shit, he was hard too.And from what I could feel, he was also packing, and I suddenly had a desperate need to see him…feel him.

Okay, mark that under shit I never thought I’d be thinking about my best friend…

Micah shivered and moaned as my length rolled against his, his head tilting back against the couch cushion and exposing his delectable Adam’s apple.“Bash, please…I want to feel you against me. Please, I want it so badly…”

Goddamn, he was unraveling before my eyes. A beautiful, perfect mess.I wanted nothing more than to corrupt him and worship his body inch by fucking inch right now.Consequences be damned.

“Hold on baby, I’ll take care of you,” I told him as I gathered him into my arms. “Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight, okay?”

Micah nodded and did as he was told without hesitation.Shit, I wondered if he’d be so pliant and responsive in bed.I had to find out.I gently pulled him up into a sitting position, and then scooped him up under his thighs, standing up with him in my arms.He quickly wrapped his legs around my waist and then his lips were on my throat, pressing gentle kisses on the skin there.Holy shit, if that didn’t make me leak even more for some reason.

“Get the door for me, baby,” I told him as we approached hisroom.Micah moved his hand blindly behind him until he found the knob and twisted it, his lips never once leaving my neck, like he couldn’t bear to have them off of me for even a second. I understood the feeling well.

I carried him the few steps to his bed, and then carefully laid him down on the mattress, leaning back on my knees to look him over. Fuck, he really was so beautiful.How had I never caught onto that fact before?Sure, I started to take notice of his looks for the first time this year, but I had never fully allowed myself to acknowledge how truly gorgeous my best friend was.

Micah’s eyes weren’t just brown, but this nebulous swirl of espresso, caramel, and the tiniest amount of green that blended beautifully. They held so much depth that I had a hard time tearing my gaze from his.His body was lithe and thin, but he had toned arms and legs that looked great in whatever he wore, and that full head of dark mahogany hair had my fingers begging to run through it and hold on tight.

And for tonight, he was all mine.

Micah gazed up at me, lust and desire coming off him in waves, but underneath all that was the unmistakable hint of fear and apprehension on his features. I leaned down again, pressing my lips to his in a sweet kiss that I wouldn’t let him deepen. Not yet.

“M, are you sure you want this?” I asked, dreading to hear him say no and put a stop to this thing between us. Micah lowered his eyes slightly, biting that pouty bottom lip of his in a way that made my cock twitch in my pants.

Why the fuck is that so enticing? It’s making me want to nibble on it until he falls apart and moans for more.

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