Page 22 of Don't Puck Your Best Friend’s Girl

The admission startles me with its honesty. It's true — even with Byron, even in the beginning when everything was new and exciting, I never felt this desperate need, this all-consuming hunger. Maybe it's the forbidden nature of it all. Maybe it's the fact that hours ago, I thought I hated him. Or maybe it's simply Cade himself, telling me dark secrets of his life to get me to understand him. I don't know this much about anyone else.

Whatever the reason is, I need him. Now.

His hands slide up my back, one cupping the nape of my neck, the other tracing the line of my spine. He pulls me closer, and his lips find mine again — not gentle this time, but hungry, demanding. I open to him, my arms winding around his neck as he deepens the kiss.

When we break apart, both gasping for breath, he presses his forehead to mine. "Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice strained. "Because if we go any further…"

I know what he's asking. If we cross this line, there's no going back. Everything will change — between us, between him and Byron, between me and my own understanding of myself. It should give me pause, make me reconsider.

But all I can think about is the feel of his skin against mine, the taste of his mouth, the promise of what's to come. I've spent so long doing what I should, being who I should, feeling what I should. For once, I want to follow this reckless impulse wherever it leads.

"I'm sure," I tell him, and I mean it.

The words have barely left my lips before his mouth is on mine again, his arms lifting me as if I weigh nothing. He lays me back on the bed, his body finally, finally covering mine, and the weight of him excites me. I finally feel his hard dick pressing against me, so I let out a relieved whimper. I reach for his cock unable to stop myself.

"Did you have too much to drink?" he asks as I rub his dick with my hand.

I snicker. He's so cute. "You know, for a cheater, I thought you'd be fine with this."

He places his forehead on my cheek. "I'm not a cheater, Saylor. You're my best friend's girl. Do you know what kind of trouble I'm going to be in if we do this. I think you might have had too much to drink."

"You said we have something in common, and that one thing," I say, sticking my hand down his pants. "Is trouble itself. Do you know what would happen if we said yes?" I slide my hand further and then my fingers curl around his thick girth. When I stroke him, I feel the length, and immediately my insides are soaking wet, imagining how he would feel inside of me.

"Cade," I say, capturing his attention as I jerk him off. "I am drunk, but I really want this. I'm on birth control, so we don't need to use a condom." I stroke him faster. "Earlier when you asked me to tell you the things that I like? My first thought was sex."

He stands up and unbuttons his pants. Watching his jeans slide down is unlike anything I've ever anticipated. His black boxer briefs are snug and hot as hell with his raging boner. Jesus. I have been blessed tonight.

"Where the fuck have you been, huh, hater?"

I throw my head back and laugh, sensation crawling about my skin. He drops his boxers, and my mouth dries at the sight. "Busy hating you."

He crawls over me. "I'm going to fuck you senseless, Saylor."

"Only if you promise to not treat me like shit tomorrow."

"What kind monster do you think I am?" he asks, staring down at me. I grab his dick, and he inhales. "I promise you, Say. I'm not as bad you think."

"You swear?" I ask.

He nods. "I swear." He leans down and kisses me. "But I'm definitely going to hell for this."

He presses his dick against me, and the warmth spreads through my body. "Then take me with you."

His lips overtake mine as he works his tongue into my mouth. The softness of him makes me moan, arching into his body.

"Fuck, Say. You're beautiful." He grabs my ass and then rubs my slit. "Shit, you're fucking so hot."

I pull him closer.

"I thought you hated me…" he says as his eyes trail down my body. With the look in his eyes, my insides melt.

I glance at his body hovering over me. The flex of his muscles, the way his body is shaped like an upside-down triangle. "I do… I did…"

He kisses my neck and asks, "Did you secretly want me, Say? Is that why you hated me so much?" He nips at my shoulder, sending sparks to my groin.

"I don't know," I admit.

He sits up and says, "How do you want me, baby?"

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