Page 44 of Just The Sex

Scene 34

Wanna make a bet?

Cameron & Luke

Holding the dart between the tips of my fingers, trying to focus in on the board, I’m so buzzed and it doesn’t help that Luke keeps distracting me. “Wanna make a bet?” he whispers in my ear.

I shake my head ignoring him. Guy and Seth left hours ago to get home to their girls. Saying goodbye to Seth sucked—I cried like a baby and then wallowed my pain away in the never-ending shots and beers that Luke kept giving me.

“You sure?” he asks me again, this time wrapping his lower hand around my waist, awakening something inside me. I don’t throw the dart as I ask him, “What do you have in mind?” He talks quietly into my ear, his breath warm as his lips are almost touching me, his chin resting on top of my shoulder, reminding me of the way my ex used to draw in close. “If you lose, I get to kiss you.” His words shock me and I glance at him out of the corner of my eye.

“And what do I get, if I win?”

“That’s up to you.” I think about his wager…his hand feels so good around my body, even if it is the alcohol making me feel this way. It’s been so long since a man’s touched me…or kissed me. I’ve kept men at a distance, but suddenly I’m wondering, for what? He’s not Nixon. In fact, he’s the polar opposite.

Turning around, I shake his hand, and he smiles, gripping mine hard. “Don’t you wanna know what I want?” I ask him.

“No…you can have anything, Cam.” My mind races, wondering what I’d even want if I won.

Luke and I finish our round of darts, with a lot of arguing and bantering regarding the rules, and at the end of the night, he fucking beats me. “We could play again?” he suggests, maybe trying to be a gentleman, but I shake my head. Knowing deep down that I want him. Luke and I have walked a thin line for a long time and I think I’m ready to cross it.

“What, you don’t want to kiss me?” I slur.

“Oh, I fucking do. But only if you want me to.” He’s always been so respectful of me, and that’s made it easy to keep him in the friend zone, because he never pressures me. That, and because of my past, my heart is guarded against men in general. But Luke is different—he’s my friend and I value our friendship a lot and would hate to see that change. Nixon and I started out as friends too, and what I thought was the best thing when we became more, turned out to be the worst decision I’d ever made. I don’t want to make the same mistake twice. But Luke is gorgeous, so the attraction is easily there. And as my friend, I do trust him…

Finishing my drink, I set it down and decide to live in the moment, knowing…Luke is not Nixon. He places his hand at the small of my back, his lips hovering over mine. My insides heat as he inches closer, coming in, and I look into his brown eyes, which are dancing in the bar lights.

Then he does it, he kisses me and everything that I was so scared of, feels so right. I kiss him back, our tongues working together. Desire filling my body as I weave my fingers into the back of his hair. I don’t think I want to stop.

Grabbing his hand, I drag him away from the bar and towards the bathroom, feeling very wobbly, but determined. My head is hanging forward as I push the door open and pull him inside. He smirks at me as I push his back against the door, and he doesn’t waste another second, kissing me again. His lips are over mine and I taste him as the same spark erupts. Since Nixon, I’ve been with a few guys, but I don’t let my feelings get involved. However, being with Luke right now, in this moment, feels like more than a random hook-up, and I’m okay with that; I need it. Luke makes me feel safe and I trust him.

We both get carried away. My insides are on fire, never imagining that Luke and I would be doing this and it could feel so good. He cups my face for a brief moment, looking deep into my eyes. “God, I want you.” He’s breathless and I can’t deny it…I want him too.

“Then fuck me.”

He shakes his head, biting his bottom lip, and refusing his good-guy moment before it goes any further, I lift my tank top over my head. My breasts gape back at him, and before I know it, he’s inside my pants. “God, I’ve dreamed about this so many times,” he says, and I can’t even process it, just needing him inside me, needing a good pounding and to come. Sex post-Nixon has become a feel-first-think-later kind of thing. “Do you have a condom?”

He pulls one out of his wallet and hands it to me. I tear it open as we both shimmy our pants down. “Should we do this here?” he asks me, and again I bat away his hesitation as I roll the condom down his cock, lift my leg, and slide him into my body. “Oh fuck, Cam.”

Jesus, he’s hard and feels so fucking good inside me. “Keep your back on the door,” I tell him as I hear someone outside. We begin to move together, my fingers holding on to his neck, my pussy clenching. Letting him work me good, fucking me the way I need.

“Yes, Luke,” I moan, and he says, “I love when you say my name.”

“Fuck me, Luke,” I chant again, as he’s rubbing the right spot. I look into his eyes, never imagining that sex with him could be this good. He stares back at me, relentlessly fucking me, gripping my thigh like his life depends on it. His mouth is ajar, and he grins, going a little harder as he pleases me so fucking well, only seeming to care about my pleasure as we both get swept away, our bodies moving so well together.

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