This time, though, I don’t rest her foot on my thigh. Instead, I press it against my aching cock.
“Kieran,” she gasps.
She might be shocked, but that doesn’t stop her from rubbing her foot against me like the needy little whore she was last night.
Fuck. I think I love my best friend even more now that I’ve unlocked this side of her.
“What? I’m not the one moving it.”
Her teeth grind and she tries once again to pull away from me.
Yeah, that’s not fucking happening.
“Why are you doing this?” she whispers, ripping her eyes from mine in favor of staring down at my hand on her calf.
“Firstly, to get you out of your head. And now…because I can’t think about anything but doing it again,” I answer honestly.
Shock has her eyes jumping to mine.
She swallows before her mouth opens and closes, but no words come out.
“B-but you don’t want a relationship,” she blurts.
“Whoa, Luck. I never said anything about a relationship. Last night was fun, no?”
“I-I don’t know.”
I smirk. “Yes, you do.”
She rolls her eyes.
“We don’t do this, Kieran. Wecan’tdo this.”
“Says who?”
“Everyone who’s ever fucked things up with their best friend by letting sex get involved.”
“Who do you know who’s done that, then?” I ask, lifting a brow.
“Uh…”
“There are no rules or guaranteed outcome here. It’s up to us,” I say as if it’s that easy.
“This is fucking crazy, Kieran.”
I shrug, pushing my hand higher to massage her thigh.
“Maybe so. But do you know what’s even crazier?’
“This entire conversation?”
“Cute, but no. What’s crazier is the fact that you’re sitting there soaking fucking wet for me, desperate for my dick, and yet you’re arguing and trying to pretend you’re not interested.”
“I-I’m not we—Kieran,” she cries when I suddenly grab her knees and spread her legs wide, exposing the fabric that’s covering her pussy, and more importantly, the more-than-obvious wet patch on them.
Her hand drops to cover herself, but it’s too late.
“Knew it,” I muse, reaching for my hard dick and giving it a gentle squeeze through my sweats, making sure that she sees.