Page 5 of His Best Friend's Wife
At my agreeable nod, she lifted a glass in the air. Following suit, I held mine aloft. "Never have I ever..." she tapped her lip, looking gorgeous, as she thought about it. Brightening as the light bulb moment occurred to her, she continued, "Had a one-night-stand."
Quickly figuring out the rules, I licked the salt from my already-prepped hand and slammed back theshot.
"Realllllly?" she asked me, not in a judgmental way, but her voice sounded surprised. I shrugged, not wanting to share my sexual exploits with her of allpeople.
Evidently not opting to give me a turn, she held the same glass in the air. "Never have I ever..." She paused for dramatic effect. I could tell by the saucy look on her face that she already knew exactly what she was going to say next. "Had a three-way," she finallyfinished.
Again, she didn't drink, but I did. "Oh my," I heard her breathe out in surprise as I downed my shot. She was touching my shoulder. I could feel the heat of her hand through my shirt as she leaned in to say, "I had no idea you were so daring in thebedroom."
I wasn't sure it was in my best interest for her to know all the seedy details about my sexual history, but I wasn't about to put an end to her game. I didn't have the strength to stop her, even if I had wanted to. Besides, I liked the idea of her thinking about me as a virile and sexualbeing.
"You know," her voice sounded deeper than normal. It had taken on a sexy, gravelly tone that made my heart race with anticipation. "I feel like you and I have had somemoments."
"Is that so?" I asked her, unsure which of the millions of moments I had felt that she wasreferencing.
"One of which," she went on, "was during my weddingceremony."
She had felt it too!I felt like dancing a jig on my barstool. Her wedding day had been one of the most horrific days of my life. I knew that I was in love with her and that her marrying Dirk would seal the inevitability that she and I would never gettogether.
During the ceremony, she and I had locked eyes over Dirk's shoulder. The look we had exchanged had been so intense and meaningful that I almost stopped the ceremony. I had spent the years since trying to convince myself that it had been a figment of my imagination or that it hadn't meant the same thing toher.
Hearing confirmation that she had considered it a special moment too was beyond thrilling. I had repeatedly told myself that stopping the ceremony would have been a mistake, and that she didn't feel the same way about me. I tried to justify not following my heart on that fatefulday.
"You know," she had turned pensive. "Sometimes I wish that you had been the one to walk up to me in that bar the night I metDirk."
Her words floored me. There was nothing I wished for more. Kicking myself for not approaching her first was an almost daily occurrence. "Me too." I revealed. It was the closest I had ever come to admitting my true feelings toher.
Obviously wanting to change the subject, she lifted the same full glass. "Back to the game," she announced. "Never have Iever..."
"Do you get to choose them all?" I teased her when her pause dragged on. "It's starting to seem like you're trying to get me drunk, so you can have your way with me." I couldn't help but flirt. The bourbon and tequila chasers were making my tongueloose.
"Perhaps," she teased, beaming atme.
That bit of flirtation was all it took. I had a full-blown erection jutting out and aching for freedom from my suddenly too-tight pants right in the middle of the packed bar. She made me feel like a horny teenager. My only salvation was that it was dark enough in here that no one was likely to notice unless I stood to leave. That wouldn't be an issue because a team of wild horses couldn't drag me away from Cassie rightnow.
She generally avoided any inappropriate behavior that could be misconstrued as flirtatious. Our relationship had always been completely chaste and clearly contained in the friend zone. This new scandalous side of her was intriguing andirresistible.
"Hmm." She pretended to ponder for a bit. "Maybe I should pick one that I am guilty of...just to keep thingsfair."
I knew this wasn't how the game was supposed to be played, but there was no way I was going to stop her from confessing a deep, dark secret to me.Perhaps she has experimented sexually with another woman.Just the thought of her kissing and rubbing her naked body against another woman made my already-hard dick throb with need. This game was slipping into dangerous territory, but I didn't want it to end.Ever.
Seeming not to sense the discomfort my aching member was causing me, she continued her tantalizing torture. "Never have I ever..." She paused for a long time again, leaving me practically panting with wanting to know what she would come up with. When she finally finished, I nearly choked at the possible implication. "...Wanted to spend the night with someone who was completely off-limits."
Did she know how I felt about her?I had always strived to keep it hidden, but I don't know how successful I had been at it. After all, the wanting of her was nearly always at the top of mymind.
This time when I licked the salt, she tongued her brined wrist as well. We slammed back our shots in unison. When I went to grab my wedge of lime, she quickly picked it up and slid it between her teeth, rind first. The tart flesh of the fruit was peeking out at me from her mouth, daring me to suckit.
Even sober, I would have been hard pressed to decline that tempting invitation. In my current somewhat inebriated state, I barely paused before leaning in close to suck the juice from the fruit she was clenching with her frontteeth.
I moved my mouth over the lime, sucking hard as I imagined working over her wet flesh in the samemanner.
When I heard her sharp intake of breath, we both released the piece of fruit, and it fell to the floor...forgotten. Our lips were mere centimeters apart. We stayed there, suspended in time, for a long moment. We had never been this close to each other before––outside of myimagination.
The hand that had been burning into my shoulder blazed a trail to the back of my neck. Her fingers threaded into my hair, softly scratching in silent invitation. Any blood that had been remaining in my head traveled to my southern head at the sweet and intimatecaress.
We were breathing heavy and looking deeply into each other's eyes. The monumental implications of what we were possibly about to do hanging heavily in the thick air of thebar.
My mind became consumed with the desire to crush my lips to hers. I wanted to feel her tongue in my mouth. I needed to claim her with my kiss. We were so close that we were practically touching––our lips a hair's breadthapart.
