Page 24 of Unfriend Me
“Does he call you often?” I kept asking questions like my mouth wasn’t connected to my brain.
“No. This is the first time I’ve heard from him since he texted me back the day I broke up with him. Not that it’s any of your business.” Amelia lifted her nose in the air and looked out the windshield.
“Amelia. You’re my best friend. Who just got out of a rough relationship. If he’s bothering you, it’s most certainly my business.”
Anger burned a hole in my stomach. There was no way in hell I’d let that asshole worm his way back into her life and mess things up again. I pulled into the back parking lot of the hotel where the staff parked. When I put it in park, I realized Amelia was still staring out the window, completely silent.
My heart sank and I wanted to punch myself in the face. Here I was questioning her to serve my own agenda when she was obviously upset that he’d made contact with her again.
“Lia?” I asked softly.
She blinked and spun to face me. “Huh?”
“You okay, sweetheart?” Finally. The question I should have asked before. I was such an idiot.
She smiled slowly, the one she saved for when she was being genuine and serious. “Yeah. I think I am. It threw me for a second when I saw his name, but I realized it wasn’t because I missed him or our time together. It was more of a flinch reaction to someone I just don’t care for at all.”
I blew out the breath I’d been holding without realizing it. My hand, the one that was on the back of the seat, played with a strand of her hair. “No taking him back, huh?”
Amelia wrinkled her nose. “God, no.”
“Thank fuck,” I muttered.
Without wasting a single second, I reached over and pulled her against me, laying my lips on hers before someone or something could interrupt us again. Her mouth froze for a second and then melted under mine, tasting and testing. Her tongue darted out to flick my lower lip and my head nearly floated off my neck. I dove in even as she climbed onto my lap like she knew how all my daydreams started. Her legs straddled my waist and she sat down, finding out instantly I wanted her far more than a friend should. There was no way to hide what I was feeling, and for once in my life, I wasn’t going to try. I was going to ride this wave of elation until Amelia told me to stop.
She let out a soft groan and ran her hands into my hair, causing goose bumps to take up residence on every inch of my skin. She pulled hard on my hair as our tongues wrestled for dominance. Funny thing was, I’d let her dominate me all she wanted if this was the result. My hands traveled up her back, then down again before making the upward climb toward her breasts. She could own this kiss, but I’d own her body. I’d spent years darting careful glances at her growing breasts. The adolescent boy had been fascinated; the grown man was reverent.
My thumbs brushed the swell of her breasts and she rolled her hips. I cupped their weight in my palms and she nipped at my bottom lip. My cock surged in my jeans, causing a pain so great I finally understood the appeal of mixing pleasure with pain. I’d enjoyed some kisses before but never like this. Kissing Amelia felt like I might die if I had to stop.
“Touch me, Titus,” she moaned, breaking the kiss to gasp.
I nearly came in my pants and I was pretty sure my eyes rolled back in my head, such was the pleasure I got from hearing my name spoken by Amelia in that breathy, desperate tone. She didn’t have to tell me twice.
Dropping my hands, she made a soft noise of displeasure, which turned into another breathy moan when my hands dove under her sweatshirt and cupped her breasts beneath her bra. I shivered, realizing I was finally touching Amelia’s naked breasts.
My thumbs found her nipples already peaked and aching for my touch. I kissed my way down her neck, inhaling her unique scent, the one that had stayed the same over the years even with changes in perfumes. I strummed her nipples. She yanked my head back to slam her lips down on mine, rubbing her pelvis against my lap and stoking a fire you could only find in Hell. The girl was aggressive as shit and I loved every fuckin’ second of it.
Time passed, windows fogged, and still my girl rode my cock through layers of denim we both weren’t ready to strip off. We were twenty-eight years old and yet we made out like teenagers past curfew. I could have suggested we go back to her room, but as crazy as it sounded in my own head, I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to hit every base before stealing home. Needed every teenage memory I didn’t get with Amelia to come true now.
Amelia was making some intense sounds that had me right on the edge, willing to mess up my jeans just to hear her orgasm.
A loud pecking noise on the driver’s window had our heads lifting. We couldn’t see out, due to the moisture on the windows, but it happened again. Someone, or something, was out there.
“What the hell is that?” Amelia’s lips were red and swollen and so fucking sexy I couldn’t be bothered with whatever was out there. It couldn’t possibly be as fascinating as what was inside this truck.
She reached over to swipe the sleeve of her sweatshirt down the window, revealing nothing but dark sky.
“Forget it,” I managed to say, my hands still under her bra and cupping her perfect breasts.
Something hit the window again and Amelia screamed. She jerked away, falling off my lap and onto the bench seat. My hands got stuck in her bra and I fell with her, my wrists screaming at the odd angle.
“What the hell?” I shouted over Amelia’s screaming.
She swatted at my hands, which I was trying to get out from under her sweatshirt, but her damn underwire bra suddenly became handcuffs. By the time I untangled them, Amelia was breathing hard, but it wasn’t from our kiss any longer.
“It’s the damn peacock!” she yelled in my ear.
I looked over at the window, thinking she had to be hallucinating, already congratulating myself on such a mind-blowing kiss. But there it was. The peacock’s head, staring through the window at us with its beady little Peeping Tom eyes. Shit, I’d just gotten cock-blocked by a peacock.
