Page 37 of Last Minute Fiancé

When sweat began to slide down my body, he gritted his teeth and pulled out of me, and then I was on my hands and knees and he was pounding into me from behind.

I gripped the bedsheets, pulling them off the mattress, and his hands were on my breasts, then on my hips. And when he slid his middle finger over my clit again, I came, clamping around his dick.

He pounded into me over and over again, the speed increasing until he was finally coming, roaring my name as he hovered over me, both of us shaking.

He kissed the back of my neck and then my shoulder, and then we laid there, my back to his front, his cock still buried balls deep within me.

And I looked at the mess we had made of the bed and laughed.

This was so ridiculous, and we both knew it.

He chuckled with me as he held me close, and I knew we’d talk in the morning.

We had run out of time not to.

But first, I was going to relish in this.

Because this had been the best sex I’d ever had.

And it was with my best friend.

I had no idea what I was going to do with that.

ChapterNine

Luca

Iliked Addison’s house. It was homey, comfortable, and yet spacious enough there was never clutter. She had gone with earth tones to decorate, which was a change from what most of my friends had for their homes. She had done away with the token millennial gray on her walls, although my house was more of that color just because it was what had already been there when I moved in. But she had four screen walls in the living room because she had such large windows on the side that faced the mountains and it lit up the whole room. She had decorated the house with mustard yellow and royal blue accessories, and each room looked perfectly bohemian, with a touch of hipster, and a touch of princess as well.

It fit her, and I loved being here.

I loved the large kitchen, and had cooked there a few times for just the two of us, since we were friends.

I felt at home here, which was odd because Addison and I hadn’t truly known each other too long. But as soon as we met we had clicked, and here we were. Things changing, irrevocably. Just like they always seemed to.

“I am all unpacked,” Addison said as she entered the living room wearing linen pants, a crop top cotton tee with no bra, and I knew that because it was slightly chilly in here, and her hair loose and flowing to her shoulders. She had washed off her makeup while I made a quick dinner in her kitchen, using whatever she had on hand—a lemon sauce linguini with extra garlic. It wasn’t enough protein for her, but we both loved pasta so it was going to have to be enough.

“Good. I am glad you got your shower in. I know getting sick on the side of the road wasn’t your idea of fun.”

She winced, shaking her head. “I’m sorry about that. Thank you for pulling over though.”

I raised a brow then slid her plate across the kitchen island. “I’m just glad that you didn’t vomit on me. Though this probably isn’t the best dinner conversation.”

“Thank you for cooking. Seriously.” She ducked her head, blushing. “You really are good at it.”

I shrugged and took a bite. It needed a little more pepper, but I didn’t feel like getting the pepper to add it.

We ate in silence. Neither one of us even bothering to sit. Morning sickness had been hard on her, and I was glad that she was able to eat. Maybe if I kept stuffing my mouth with food, then I wouldn’t think about the fact that we needed to have a talk.

Because we shouldn’t have done what we had the night before. Or maybe we should have.

We needed to actually talk about our feelings and figure out what the fuck we wanted.

But of course, that would mean I would actually have to know what that was, and that wasn’t going to happen in her kitchen over linguini.

But I wanted to know.

I needed to know.

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