Page 67 of Other Side Of Never
What if Isaiah comes to depend on me and Kian whips him away, or worse, I leave?
If it comes down to choosing between my career and a family?I chose family once before, raising Jakey as my own, and family let me down.
The chaos of my thoughts and fears boiled down to the one thing I felt I could share.“Kian,” I murmured then huffed out a laugh.“You’re my best friend.I don’t want to lose you.”I paused.“And I don’t want to lose Isaiah, either.”
“Your best friend that you like to tease, flirt with, and fantasize about while you rub one out in the shower leaving him to suffer in the kitchen?”
“Yeah,” I laughed shamelessly, my sadistic little heart delighted with that tasty tidbit.“That best friend.”
He sighed.“I wish to God I could give you some kind of guarantee, but we both know there’s no such thing.”
I leaned into him harder, giving him more of my weight.
The muscles in his chest and arms flexed as he shifted to support me.
I guess the question was, just how much would he accommodate me?
Pressing a kiss to the top of my head, he rubbed his hands up and down my arms then released me.“Hungry?”
Seamlessly slipping back into our accustomed roles as best friends, the next few hours passed with the usual banter.
And an underlying tension that could not be denied.
Though I tried.
At bedtime, making light of my nerves, I jumped into the bed and spread-eagled.“Ah, this is a great bed!”
“Give me some room, woman.”
My jaw dropped as he edged in on his side.“Please don’t tell me you’re not a cuddler.That’s a deal-breaker, Kian Matthews.”
He grinned, reached out one muscled arm, and hauled me across to his side of the bed.“I’m a great cuddler.”
I huffed out a laugh.“I’ll be the judge of that.”
One minute I was talking quietly in bed with my head on Kian’s chest like an old married couple, the next I lay stretched out on the beach on some tropical island, the sand warm against my back.
“Feels so good,” I muttered, the heat turning my body to liquid.
I wiggled back into the sand, but in the way of dreams, it slipped away and turned into a hot man plastered to my back in a bed floating on the water, his hard, hair-covered thighs brushing against the backs of mine.
His low groan in my ear sent a message directly to my clit.
Arching back, I pushed my ass into his groin, the growing hardness there my reward.
My heart thrilled, I hummed, planning to tease him within an inch of his life.
Leave him begging on his knees, his cock dripping on the floor between us.
“Aw, fuck, Bridge,” he muttered.
Kian.
My heart leapt.It was Kian with me!
Finally!Just as it should be.I laughed out loud, the sound tugging at the edges of my consciousness.
I arched my back, pressed my hips back to grind against the hard cocked pressed against my ass.
