Page 25 of My Kinda Song (Summer Sisters 3)

Chapter Ten

Levi

I’m smiling the biggest fucking cheesy grin as I log off from my laptop. That’s also when the guilt starts to settle in. I just talked to my best friend for forty minutes and she has no idea it was me. This whole guise started as a way to watch over her and protect her from the potential predators that troll social media and dating sites.

But now? Now it feels different.

It was the most natural thing in the world to talk to her, even if it was under unusual circumstances. And by that, I mean lies. It’s not my intention to keep the truth from her, but I’m doing it to protect her. I’ll tell her soon, though. Hell, I tell her everything, which may be why this is so difficult and fun, all at the same time.

It’s fun talking to her unfiltered. Yeah, I know I could just pick up the phone or walk across the hall and talk to her anytime I want. I get it. You don’t have to remind me. But this is more fun, even if slightly wrong.

What do I expect at the end of the day? I still have no clue, but I’m more aware of things that I didn’t notice before. Like the way she smiles when she’s enjoying her first cup of coffee after her shower. Or how about the way her touch makes my skin tingle. What about how her green eyes sparkled in the moonlight while she looked out over the Bay. Or my personal favorite, how she felt in my arms when we woke up together on the couch.

Yeah, I liked that one. The proof is in my pants.

I’m not about to start dissecting whatever is happening between Abby and me. No matter how I think I feel, nothing can come of it. She’s my best friend, and I won’t do anything to jeopardize that. Hell, she’s more than my friend. She’s my family.

I probably need to get laid, but that kinda sours my stomach. The thought of getting busy between the sheets with some random woman doesn’t sit well at all. In fact, the hard-on I’ve been sporting since I woke with my head pressed against Abby’s tits dies a very quick death. The thought of screwing someone else makes me feel…guilty.

Which is why I need to figure my shit out, move past this weird little crush thing I’ve developed, and proceed with my life, friendship intact.

Easy peasy, right?

Right.

I’ll tell her I’m SimpleMan soon, we’ll have a good laugh, and we’ll continue on with our friendship. But right now, I’m not thinking very friendly. What I’m thinking about is the complete opposite of just friends. These thoughts are dirty and make my jeans rub uncomfortably against my cock.

Waking up with Abby in my arms was heaven. That’s the only way to describe it. She was warm and soft and curvy, just the way a woman should be. Her long, lean fingers were gripping my hair, and just the thought of how it felt when she tugged makes my dick hard again.

Lying there, I knew where I was the moment I woke. Yeah, I knew who I was with too. Her scent surrounded me. Her touch encompassed me. She moved against my leg, grinding her body and working me into a complete frenzy. As soon as I realized what was going on, I tensed. Stupidest fucking mistake ever because then she tensed and things got weird.

I should have keep my hands to myself, but I was weak–and a man–and her sweet body just felt so damn right in my arms and hands. Dammit, did she feel so fucking amazing. My mouth waters to know what it would have been like if she hadn’t been wearing a shirt, my face pressed against her glorious tits. My mouth inches away from those perky nipples. Oh, you bet your ass I noticed that part too. I groan just at the thought.

Do you know what I need to do? Stop thinking about my best friend’s nipples. But now that the thought seed is planted, it’s growing like a fucking vine, working its way up and wrapping around my brain. I want to know – no, I need to know what they look like. Are they small and dark or a dusty rose color? Either way wouldn’t matter to me, but it’ll be interesting to see how I’m able to have a conversation with her without wondering.

My cock still throbs in my pants. I’m a damn perv and a shitty friend, but for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, I rip my pants off and grab my cock. I haven’t jacked off this much in the last few years combined, but here I am, dick in my hand and thinking about the one person’s nipples I shouldn’t be.

God, I bet they’re magnificent. Just like the rest of her will be. Closing my eyes, I call upon the mental image I created of her naked. Even as a figment of my dirty imagination, I’m sure it doesn’t do the real thing justice. She’s gorgeous fully clothed; could you imagine what my Abby will look like naked?

I don’t even chastise myself for referring to her as mine. Nor do I bother arguing the fact that I said will look like naked, not would. Because right now, my sole purpose in life is to see every inch of her naked body. I want to see it, touch it, taste it, and fucking own it. I want her beneath me, on top of me, wrapped around me, bent over.

I want it all.

With her.

I shoot my load all over my shirt, groaning and moaning through my release, all while picturing the way she’d look riding me.

What the hell am I going to do? I can’t stop thinking about sleeping with my friend, which can’t happen. It’s practically a law.

But what if it did? What if it was every bit as spectacular as it was in my daydream? You know, the one I just had while whacking off?

I’m going to hell.

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It’s a long week, even though I’m not on the rig as often. It’ll be my weekend to work, which means less hours during the week. But that hasn’t stopped the fire calls from coming in. Two bonfires that got out of control and a couple of minor accidents. Throw in our regular weekly meeting on Tuesday, and it’s been fairly constantly busy.

The band wanted to practice a bit on Saturday to perfect a new song we hope to add to the show, which means I had to figure out how to sleep between getting off early Saturday morning and going back late Saturday night. That was fun. A couple hours here, another one there. The guys have been awesome at only scheduling gigs on the weekends I’m off, though we’ve had requests. I hate turning down a chance to play and make a little extra dough, but my job with the hospital has to come first.

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