Page 64 of Best Frenemies

“Shit,” I whisper, craning my neck to see Katy still sleeping in the hotel beside me, blissfully unaware of my fucked-up dream.

I scrub at my eyes and shake my head to clear it. This version of things might not have been reality, but last night was.

Katy begged me to fuck her, and I swear to God, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

Truth be told, last night was even better than the first time. Katy was uninhibited, and she didn’t hold back at all. She gave in to the moment and let herself feel everything.

I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her look so fucking beautiful.

The morning sun has started to rise, just barely giving sunlight through the hotel curtains, and it’s like my internal clock made damn sure I woke up before Katy. A brief analysis of my little morning dream where the thing I wanted most was completely unattainable suggests I’m just a teensy bit gun-shy about her sneaking out on me again.

Her gorgeous body is still completely bare, only a sliver of the sheet and comforter covering her. Her long lashes fan across her cheeks, and her pouty lips are lax with sleep.

I reach out and gently slide a piece of her hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. The movement makes her startle slightly, enough that her eyes begin to open.

She blinks past the drowsiness until her still-sleepy gaze locks with mine.

“Morning,” I greet softly and reach out again to rub my thumb down her cheek.

“Morning,” she whispers back, and it’s impossible to miss the hesitancy in her voice. It’s like she’s still recounting last night’s events while her mind is trying to figure out how to react.

This is where waking up before her and getting my bearings gives me an advantage. The first time we had sex, she woke up before me, and it gave her too much time to overthink and freak out without giving me the benefit of a counter defense.

I refuse to let that happen again.

“We’re going to have to get moving soon if we want to fit in another round of hot sex before we get on the road.”

“Excuse me?” Her eyes go wide, but a laugh also jumps from her lungs.

“What? You don’t want to have hot sex with me, Katy?” I tease and pull her body tight against mine. “Because I sure as hell feel like that would be the perfect start to our day. Very nutritional, in fact. And I know how much you love for things to be well-balanced.”

She giggles, but when she feels that my cock is already hard against her hip, she surprises the hell out of me by reaching down and wrapping her hand around my length.

“Is this for me?” she asks, fluttering her eyelashes in this adorable fucking way.

“Happy birthday, babe.”

“My birthday is over,” she says, but she also starts to slowly stroke her hand up and down.

“Then, happy birthday to me.”

“Your birthday isn’t for another two months.”

“You know when my birthday is?”

“Pretty sure everyone at Calhoun knows when your birthday is, Mack. You treat it like it’s a national holiday.”

“Well, the world is certainly lucky to have me.” I grin at that, but I also moan when she starts to rub her index finger across the tip of my dick. “But do you know what I want right now?”

She tilts her head to the side. “What’s that?”

I run my index finger across her forehead. “You.”

“Really?” she asks, her face crooked up curiously. I nod, and she shrugs. “Well, I want to know what you taste like.”

“I-is that right?” I question while practically choking on my own tongue.

She smirks. “I wonder how we’ll decide who wins.”

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