Page 7 of Going the Distance

“I wanted to meet you here instead of the gym so we could sort this all out. I’ll be a hundred percent honest with you. I’ve had a thing for you for years… since we first met when you were on Josh’s soccer team.” I watched the cat as I stroked his back, wanting to get every word out before I looked up to see his reaction. I wasn’t interested in saving face at this point. I was a big girl, and I would own my feelings whether he returned them or not. “I always wanted to ask you out but never did because you’re friends with Josh. Since we’ve been spending more time together and after our last session, I just don’t think Josh is a good enough reason to stay away anymore.” I finally dragged my eyes up to his face. His eyes had that sparkle that I loved, and he was leaning into me, absorbing every word. “I want you if you’ll have me. If you agree that what we could be is worth pissing Josh off for a while.”

He slid his hand to grasp the back of my neck and pulled me forward so his forehead rested against mine. “I always wanted to say exactly that to you but never had the balls. I have no idea what to do about Josh, but me and you together will be worth figuring it out, I promise.”

My heart was a helium balloon bobbing around somewhere near the ceiling. I pulled back a little. “You really feel the same way? I assumed you always thought of me as your friend’s annoying little sister.”

“Dani, I’ve been obsessed with you since we first met. I’ve been with other women, but it always came back to you. You’re just not like–”

I held up my hand. “Not to ruin the moment, but I hope you are not about to tell me I’m not like other girls.”

He licked his lips, and the tops of his ears turned pink. “Are you going to let me pour my heart out or not?”

“Please proceed.” My heart was full to bursting, and I was dying to hear what he had to say, but still, I felt comfortable enough with him to say what I really thought.

“When I was doing my degree, I had to take this statistics class. I have no idea why, or what that had to do with criminal justice, but I couldn’t graduate without it. It was tough. A ton of us were bombing it. There was this girl who had a mind for this kind of thing. She organized a study group, so I went. She saved a lot of our asses that semester. She was obviously really smart, but she was cute too and was always laughing.”

A little possessive pang of jealousy had me wanting to track this girl down, but I let him finish.

“After the final exam, I invited her out for coffee. We talked and whatever. It was fine, but that was as far as it went.”

I played with the end of my braid. “If she was all of those great things, why didn’t you ask her out again?”

“She wasn’t you, Dani. You may not want to hear that you’re not like other girls, but you’re not. Not to me anyway. I didn’t grow up with the girl from Stats. I haven’t been obsessed with her since high school. Do you remember when Josh and I were on the soccer team together and I would come pick him up for practice?”

I nodded.

“Did you ever wonder why I was always early, knowing damn well Josh wouldn’t be ready? It was because I knew you would be outside practicing your martial arts, or whatever, and I could spend time with you.”

For as many times as I had dreamed of this moment, it paled in comparison to reality. He felt the same way about me as I feltabout him. “Did you ever wonder why I was always out there when you showed up so early?”

He blinked at me. “I thought I was just lucky.”

I laughed. “I mean you could be. We’re together now, right?”

Chapter 10

Brock

Guilt ripped through me as I poured my heart out to Dani. Josh and I had been friends for a long time. I knew he would want me to be happy, but I also knew he might not approve of this particular route to get there. I had the woman I’d wanted my whole adult life sitting beside me, asking me to make her mine and I couldn’t help but be selfish.

“Fuck, that’s all I want.”

I loved Josh like a brother, but I was already hard before she grabbed my shirt and pulled me down on top of her. Sarg jumped out of the way and went skittering out of the room, but it barely registered. I had Dani’s hungry mouth on mine, and I was not leaving this couch until she’d had her fill. Slow and sensual, sex all night was apparently not on the menu. She pushed my shorts down over my hips, then hooked the waistband with her feet and shoved them the rest of the way off. I was all for getting down and dirty, but I was not letting this be over before I got a taste of her. I needed her naked, wet, and so turned on she couldn’t form words.

I slowed things down, kissing her soft and slow as I ground my dick between her legs. I couldn’t sit still if I’d wanted to, my hips chased the friction like I needed it to live. She locked her heels around my back, holding me hard against her and moving her hips in opposition to mine. She shuddered under me, herlegs quaking a little where they gripped my sides. Fuck slowing down, I needed her now.

I slid further down her body, dragging her little shorts with me as I went. This couch was way too small for what I have in mind, but I’d deal with the weird angle if it got my tongue on my girl. I hooked one of her legs over each of my shoulders and settled in between her thighs, spreading her wide and letting the flat of my tongue move over her from top to bottom and back up again. She arched off the couch and moaned after just one touch, so I focused my attention lower, working my tongue in and out of her before returning to her clit. She growled in frustration.

“What’s wrong?”

“Fuck, I’m over-sensitized. I had a little half-gasm, and I don’t think I can come properly now. I’m sorry.”

As a guy, not being able to get off wasn’t something I knew much about. What I did know, was that there were more ways to get a woman off than just working the clit. I was willing to try everything I knew and the first twenty search results on Google if it had her legs quaking from my touch. I kissed my way up her stomach and to her mouth. “Don’t be sorry. We just have to try something else to get you off.” I pulled her shirt and sports bra off over her head and spent some time on her nipples. She was lean because of her fight training leaving her breasts the perfect size to fit in my hands. Big or small when her nipples perked up to meet me, I took one between my teeth and gave it a gentle pull.

Her breath caught.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” she breathed. I did it again, alternating between licking, sucking, and tugging on her until she was writhing beneath me. “How do you want to do this?”

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