Page 11 of Shared With His Friends
He slides away from her and pulls up his sweats, brushing some of his hair back. He turns away and walks toward me, my body shielded by the darkness. When he approaches, I turn so my broad shoulder can bump his in passing. With a jump, heyells, “Oh fuck! I didn’t… Dane…” His bare chest lifts as he takes a big inhale.
“Yeah. Hi.”
In the dim light running from the kitchen, I see his Adam’s apple bob. Running his hands through his long strands, he at least has the decency to look guilty. Like a fucking puppy dog who stole a treat. And I want to shove him against the wall and kiss him again.
But I don’t and continue past him into the kitchen, where Amber’s straightening up their mess. A brief glance back through the doorway, and Ash has disappeared.
“Dane! Oh my gosh, I didn’t see you there!” Her blonde hair bounces with the lightness of bubbles as she whips around toward me.
“Hey. Sorry, pretty lady, I didn’t mean to scare you. I heard some sounds down here and wanted to check it out.”
Her plump upper lip gets trapped under her teeth for a moment. “I, uh… came down for a drink.”
“With Ash?”
Darting her eyes down low, she shrugs a shoulder. “He showed up here.”
“Jet won’t like that.”
Flashing darts toward me, she places her hands on her hips and whips out, “Yeah, well, Jet decided toshareme, didn’t he?”
In a few strides, I quicken toward her curvy figure and gather her in my arms. Taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I tilt her head up. “I don’t want you to feel ashamed. I just—I just thought you’d come tomefirst, I guess.”
Her big eyes stare at my lips as she exhales slowly, the velvety wetness of it coating my skin. “Dane…” she whispers it like it’s a regret.
“You told me if you weren’t with him, you’d want to be with me. Remember?”
Pressing her mouth in a tight line, she finally responds, “Yes. And that’s true, but I?—”
She stops as if she can’t say the words. “What? But what, Amber?”
“But I haven’t spoken to Jet. I’mhisgirlfriend, Dane.”
Letting her go, I stand back. “You seemed to forget you werehisgirlfriend while Ash was inside you just now.”
With a smack, her lips part as she gasps. “I-I… That was unexpected.Pleasedon’t tell Jet.”
If I tell my cousin, he likely wouldn’t even care, which is why she needs to be with me. “I don’t know how many times I can watch him treat you so bad before you realize I’m the one who’s actually in love with you.”
Fuck, I can’t believe that slipped out like that. She doesn’t move an inch, only stares at me, both of us shocked at my idiotic confession. My stomach flips and twists into a knot and before I can hear her reject me again, I turn around and walk upstairs.
Passing my door, I make a beeline for the fourth door on the right, two down from me. When I reach it, I fling it open dramatically. Black hair hangs down in his face as Ash sits on the edge of the mattress, his head in his hands. At the interruption, he glances up at me with something like pain in his bright eyes. The sight of him is overwhelming. With what? I’m not sure, but it’s some mixture of lust, passion, and utter fuckingneedto feel wanted again. By the man who just rejected me for the woman I want.
Slamming the door behind me, I hurry toward him, and he stands, but before he can move away from me, I reach out and grip the back of his neck, pressing my full naked chest on his. Heart to heart. His confusion only intensifies when I devour his lips with mine, not giving him a chance to breathe. Forcing him back on the bed, I crawl over the top of him, my thighs straddling his waist.
When I pull back from him, he shakes his head slowly. “What, captain, what is it?”
Gritting out through clenched teeth, I ask, “Do you want me?”
“Yeah. Yes, of course.”
My fingers snake up to his jaw and hold it firm, forcing him to look at me. “No. I mean… Do youreallywant me? Like wantme.”
As if he realizes what I need, he runs his fingers through my hair and narrows his eyes before he says, “Dane, I’ve wanted you for a long fucking time. I’ve never—” Licking his lip ring, he pauses before continuing. “This is new to me, too. But I want you.”
We crash. It’s all I know when my mouth latches onto his, biting his piercings and tugging with my teeth roughly. He moans, the vibrations causing my hips to jut up into him. He’s still soft but thickening under my firm erection and I rub like I can bring it to life. I need it to.
I don’t even want to stop to think about the fact that this is my buddy from childhood or that he has a dick. Or that my father would absolutely lose his mind if he knew I was on a bed making out with a guy.
