Page 189 of The Friend Situation

“I’m so in love with you,” she confesses with a gasp.

I slide my hands up her sides, underneath her shirt. I push the fabric over her head, revealing her perky nipples. No bra. The sunlight filtering through the branches dances across her skin, highlighting every gorgeous fucking curve and dip of her body.

“You’re breathtaking,” I whisper. “You’re going to bemy wife.”

“Soon.” She laughs against my mouth, then pulls away.

I stare at her, smiling, buried deep inside of her. The future I imagined with her the first time our eyes met replays so vividly in my mind. Right now, it’s becoming a reality.

I tuck her hair behind her ears, wondering what I did to deserve her. I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world.

“I don’t know how to say this,” she whispers as we continue to make love. “I love you, Weston. I can’t spend another second not telling you. I’m tired of denying it. I just want this, and I’m so scared of losing you. Every man I’ve ever loved has left me.” The mood grows serious, and her bottom lip quivers.

“Fuck, Carlee. I love you too. I’m not going anywhere. I promise. Best friendsforever,” I confess, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

I kiss her like tomorrow isn’t promised. It’s not. I will protect her from any heartache and won’t be the cause of it.

Her fingers are in my hair as our bodies press together, and this moment threatens to consume us both. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.

“Promise me this is forever,” she says.

“Forever, I promise,” I breathe against her lips. “Until my dying day.”

A whimper escapes her lips as our bodies move together. I lose myself in her and know I can’t live in a world without Carlee.

Right now, it’s only us. This is the way it’s supposed to be.

Our kiss deepens, and my gorgeous girl rides me, increasing her pace. A moan releases from the back of my throat. It’s raw and primal. I trail kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. She arches her back, and I take one of her perky nipples into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.

“Oh God, Weston,” she gasps.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, causing a mixture of pain and pleasure that I revel in.

I flip us over, laying her gently on the blanket. Hovering aboveher, I pause to drink her in. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, emerald-green eyes sparkling with desire.

Fuck, she’s never looked more beautiful.

“You belong to me,” I whisper, pushing back into her tight little cunt.

I grip her hips tighter as I thrust to meet her end. The pleasure is overwhelming, threatening to consume us both.

“More, Weston,” she commands.

“Carlee,” I growl, slamming further into her.

“Yes, yes, it feels so good,” she barely says. She looks into my eyes, her gaze filled with love and lust.

I slide my hand between us, finding her sensitive spot with practiced ease. I circle it with my thumb.

“I want everything with you, Wes,” she confesses. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t. I do.”

“Yes, fucking love this confession,” I mutter against her.

Carlee’s breath hitches, her eyes fluttering closed as she nears her peak. “Oh God, Weston … I’m so damn close.”

I increase my pace, driving into her with renewed determination. The sounds of our bodies meeting, our breathless moans, and the trickling creek surround us. It’s beautiful.

“Come for me, gorgeous,” I urge as my release builds. “You need this.”

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