Page 7 of It's Complicated

I hadn’t just been distracted by his incredible body and sensual moves; I’d been captivated by them. But what had really done me in was how he hadn’t looked away from me either.

Our eyes locked like we were in some sort of mind meld. I couldfeelhis pleasure like we shared a brain. His pleasure fueled mine, and his desire ratcheted up my own until all I could focus on, all I could think about, was him.

His stare had been so intense, so commanding, that I was powerless to break free. And more than that, I didn’t want to. I loved having his attention on me, seeing the heat in his eyes and the appreciation in his stare. Knowing that he only had eyes for me when we had an insanely hot girl between us was heady as fuck, and instead of freaking me out, it made me want more.

Then he came, his eyes never leaving mine as he shuddered and moaned, his face a mask of pleasure as he gave in to his release.

That was enough to tip me over the edge, and we came at nearly the same time.

But instead of thinking about how hot it was to have a threesome with my best friend, I’d pretended it was just the two of us. That we were jerking off for each other for no reason other than we wanted to.

That was the part of the night that was fucking with me the most.

Isaac wasn’t just my best friend; he was the person who mattered most. The one I could lean on no matter what, and the only person I’d ever been comfortable enough to fully be myself around.

And I’d gone and fucked everything up by making what should have been a fun sexual experience between buddies into something that could destroy the best friendship I’d ever had.

The scrape of furniture legs against the wood floors startled me back to reality, and I blinked a few times to clear my vision. I’d zoned out while standing at the sink, a can of some sort of cooler in one hand as I held it upside down to empty it.

My cheeks flushed hot as I put the cooler down and picked up a beer bottle.

How long had I stood like that, staring at an empty can while my mind spun? Thank god Isaac was still in the living room. I wouldn’t survive another stilted conversation like the last one.

Another scrape of furniture moving over the floor was enough to reset my brain and break me free from my spiral.

I’d already spent hours freaking out over this, and it hadn’t helped. Isaac was obviously hiding things from me, and I had no idea why. I could speculate and guess, but I wouldn’t know the truth until he told me.

Maybe his weirdness had nothing to do with me and he was dealing with his own issues surrounding the threesome. I could tell he’d been as distracted as me for most of it, and he’d probably only agreed because he thought I wanted it.

Maybe he was pretending like he didn’t remember it because he hadn’t enjoyed it? Or maybe he was trying to spare me from having to talk about it because he knew I was struggling and didn’t want to stress me out even more?

My chest tightened. Isaac was always looking out for me. He was the best friend I could have ever asked for, and I wasn’t about to let one mistake ruin things between us.

Fuck that.

Squaring my shoulders, I put the now-empty beer bottle down and headed into the living room to help him move the furniture back into place.

“You’re never going to get your security deposit back if you scratch up the floors,” I said, coming up behind him as he dragged the heavy couch across the room.

He tossed me a smirk over his shoulder. “Pretty sure I’ve forfeited that a half dozen times already. Are we forgetting when I had to fix that basketball-sized hole in the wall two weeks after you moved in?”

Some of my nerves faded, and a relieved smile spread over my lips. This was the Isaac I knew.

“How could I forget? Especially since it was my back you bounced the ball off before it made that hole.” I bent to grab the other end of the couch, but he tugged it out of reach with a laugh. “How about you pause for a second so I can help you?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He grinned and stood still so I could pick up the other end. “And it was your butt, not your back, the ball bounced off. In fact,” he continued as we carried the couch over to its original place. “It’s your butt’s fault, not mine.”

“Kinda like how it’s my fault we broke that picture frame because you threw a shoe at me and I deflected it into the frame?” We put the couch down on the floor.

“It wasn’t a shoe. It was a Croc. And I didn’t throw it at you. I tossed it in your general direction as you just happened to walk into its path.”

His grin was wide, and his eyes were bright with humor as he used his foot to nudge the couch into the right spot.

The last of the tension in my shoulders melted away. Isaac was okay, and he was back to his usual self.

Now I just needed to get over my issues so we could forget it ever happened and go back to the way things were.

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