Page 21 of Best Friends
“Don’t you think I know that, Malcolm?” I wonder if he can see that I want him. He can probably smell my arousal and the scent of slick oozing from my ass. My body is reacting to him as an alpha, whether I like it or not.
“You’ve got to get a grip,” he says hoarsely, his nostrils flared.
“I’m fuckingtrying,” I whine, attempting to create distance between our bodies. Desperately trying to get him away from me, I mutter, “I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute and I’ll meet you back at the table.”
“I don’t trust you won’t go out the back,” he grumbles.
“I’m not going to go out the back.”
He presses closer. “We’ve done this with girls a million times.”
“I know. Like I said, give me a second.” I meet his gaze, and his eyes look lighter blue than usual. The dark rim around the iris stands out more. “I promise I won’t bail on you.”
He squints, and it’s obvious he doesn’t believe me. “Amanda’s super into you.”
“I know,” I say brusquely. “You already told me that.”
“Do you want her too?” His breathing speeds up.
“Of course.” I avert my gaze and study the scribbled phone numbers and crude comments carved into the bathroom wall. He can no doubt tell I’m lying. He knows me too well.
“Yeah. And I’m totally into Cecilia.” His tone is blank, emotionless. “I can’t wait to fuck her.”
“Then there’s no problem,” I whisper.
“Everything is just fine.” He surprises me when he touches my cheek. I flinch, but don’t move back. I stand still like I’m afraid if I move, the world will explode.
“Please, go back to the table. I’ll follow in a second. I… I just want to get through this fucking night and go home,” I grate out, closing my eyes against the wave of anxiety at the thought of going back to Malcolm’s house.
“God, C.,” he says hoarsely. “What the fuck are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” I mumble.
My heart races when he shuts the stall door and then takes my chin between his fingers. Staring into my eyes, he bends his head and kisses me. I almost crumple next to the toilet because his warm mouth on mine is exhilarating. I’m frozen for a few seconds, terrified that if I move, he’ll pull away.
But when he lets out an aching groan, I open my mouth greedily under his. He pushes his tongue between my lips, and my throbbing cock strains my pants. I grab his shoulders as lust ravages my body and mind, struggling to comprehend why we can’t keep our hands off each other.
He lifts his head, panting roughly. “I think about that night constantly.” Our gazes lock and the carnal hunger in his is obvious. Judging by his salacious expression, his thoughts haven’t been pure. “Do you?”
“You fucking know I do.” I’m trembling as his hands roam over my back, cupping my ass. We’re both out of control and the thought of that is terrifying. Malcolm is my rock. Malcolm always knows what to do in any situation. If he’s lost, then I’m royally fucked.
“I don’t know if you feel the same, but I want more of you.” He presses two fingers along my crack. Lust glitters in his eyes, and his breath is hot on my cheek. “You want more too, C.?”
I just nod, searching his face nervously.
“I keep feeling like I’m gonna die if I can’t touch you.”
“This is nuts,” I say quietly. I’m scared but I don’t know how to pin down what I’m even terrified of. I’m afraid of everything, it seems. Every scenario scares me: touching him, not touching him. Being honest with him about my feelings or lying. Nothing seems to lead to a good place.
“What’s going on in your head? I can’t read you right now.” His mouth is only inches from mine.
“I don’t want to tell you,” I whisper.
“You can tell me anything.” He kisses the side of my mouth, and I shiver. “It’s okay, talk to me.”
I give a tortured groan. “I’m worried, Malc. I don’t want to lose our friendship. But I can’t stop thinking about you sexually, and it’s killing me.”
“Yeah?”
