Page 28 of Enraged

“Hand to God, I have never thought of touchin’ you like that until earlier when it happened.”

Me, neither.

“Yeah, I never thought of it, either. Not until that moment and you can be Abe Lincoln with your truthfulness, but I’m blaming the whiskey,” I proclaimed.

He chuckled. “It wasn’t the whiskey. We are both going through something that very few people can relate to. We are already close friends, we are stranded here together, and we are both feelin’ like we weren’t good enough for the person we planned to spend the rest of our lives with.”

When I didn’t speak, he went on. “It wasn’t the healthiest of coping mechanisms, but it was fuckin’ fantastic in that moment because we both felt whatever that goddamn feeling of comfort is that was ripped away from us today.”

A very dirty coping mechanism…

“But you just said you hadn’t ever looked at me that way?” He was confusing me.

“I hadn’t.” He confirmed. “Until you were standing naked in front of me.”

“You’ve seen me naked a million times, Dakota.”

He shot up in bed, exasperation radiating from his body. “I have but never after you’ve asked me to make you climb the goddamn walls, Lena!”

My face grew hotter than the fire.

“Dak, I’m –”

“Stop apologizing. You didn’t force me. No, I had never thought about tasting your pussy before that moment, but I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about it since.”

I’m sorry, what?

“I know it feels like we did something wrong. That’s because of our character, but at the end of the day, I’m choosin’ to look at it as, it made a shitty day a little less shitty. So, stop beatin’ yourselfup over it before I have to remind you again that it was worth every fuckin’ second.”

Dakota

Her mouth dropped open.

Exactly. Now, stop.

“I didn’t know I could do that.”

What?

“Do, what?”

Even with only the light from the fireplace flickering over us, I saw her blush a deep crimson.

“Squirt.”

More blushing.

That man had the balls to fuck around on her with her best friend and couldn’t make her squirt?

“Never?”

She shook her head. “We didn’t do a lot of foreplay. I loved sucking his dick but, well, yeah.”

“Well, yeah, what?” I demanded.

“I would suck his dick first, then he would eat me out for a few seconds and say he couldn’t take it anymore and he wanted to be inside me,” she explained, her voice bordering on a whisper.

The pang or irritation, or maybe even jealousy that burned in my gut, took me by surprise.

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