Page 24 of It's Complicated

We were both breathing hard, and the shock on his face mirrored what I felt.

Time seemed to slow down, stretching until it felt like we were underwater, like every move took twice as long because we were being held down by some invisible force.

Jamie’s eyes were dark with lust, the inky blue of his iris so intense it made my dick pulse against his taut stomach. His lips were shiny and parted, his cheeks pink from exertion and what could be a blush. His hair was a mess, and his shirt was askew.

He’d never looked better.

He wasn’t just handsome. He was beautiful.

In a daze, I lay beneath him, unable to do more than stare up at my best friend like I’d never seen him before in my life.

Slowly, hesitantly, Jamie tilted his head to the side. His tongue came out to wet his bottom lip, and this time, he closed the distance between us, our lips coming together in a soft kiss.

Holy fucking goddamn shit. Jamie was kissing me.

My straight best friend was kissing me.

I knew I should stop things. We’d been in a weird place for weeks now, but I was powerless to pull away as my brain quieted and time went back to normal, breaking the spell we’d been under.

The kiss wasn’t much of a kiss, more like we’d just pressed our lips together, but it rocked me more than any kiss I’d ever had.

Slowly, he pulled away, his eyes full of questions and his expression anxious.

“Jamie?” I whispered, unable to form more words as my heart thundered and my chest tingled with something I couldn’t name.

“I don’t know.” He licked his lip again, his voice so soft I saw, rather than heard, his answer.

This wasn’t right.

Jamie and I were both straight.

Was this because of the threesome?

Had the tension between us gotten so bad that it was making us bi-curious?

I’d never once had the urge to kiss another guy. I’d had plenty of queer friends over the years, and Jesse and Asa, who were two of my best friends, were gay. But I’d never had even a flicker of attraction for anyone who identified as male.

But kissing Jamie, feeling his body over mine and his hard cock digging into me, didn’t weird me out. It felt right, almost natural.

My lips tingled as he dropped his gaze to my mouth.

It was crazy, but I wanted more. Wanted to kiss him for real.

Careful not to spook him, I slowly leaned up, giving him lots of time to pull away.

He met my kiss with a soft sigh that sent another jolt of white-hot need through me.

His lips were soft and hesitant as he slotted our mouths together, our kiss chaste and slow.

The scrape of his stubble against mine was strange, but the little tugs and prickles only added to the sensations. There was no doubt in my mind that I was kissing not just a man but my best friend, and it was perfect.

With a low groan, Jamie dragged his tongue over my bottom lip. I opened for him on a gasp, then gasped again when he dipped into my mouth and stroked his tongue against mine.

My entire body was one big open nerve, my skin buzzing with desire and my head spinning so hard my thoughts were a disjointed mess as Jamie kissed me with so much tenderness I could barely breathe.

I’d never been kissed like this. Like I was precious and something to cherish, not consume or use. I whimpered against his mouth, unconsciously arching into him and pressing our cocks together.

He let go of my wrists with a throaty moan. One hand fisted in my hair, and the other gripped my shoulder.

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