Page 82 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

My body twitches at the contact, and I scowl at him. “I’m glad you think my revelation is funny.”

He shakes his head and gives me a smoldering look. “It’s not that, Rach. It’s just, I can’t believe this entire time, I never told you how I felt because I thought my dirty side would scare you off while the whole time you were just looking for a dirty version of me.”

Well, when he puts it like that.

I chuckle at the sheer absurdity of it all. “You’re right.”

With a grin, I release his cock and wrap my arms around his neck to drag him down for a kiss. Our warm breaths mingle as his tongue languidly explores my mouth. Every kiss we share opens my heart further and makes my soul sing in a way I didn’t even know existed.

He pulls away, breathless, and I brush my thumb over his kiss-swollen lips.

It’s impossible to imagine not kissing him now that I have. The thought of not having this makes my chest ache. “It is pretty funny, and we were pretty stupid. But, what now?”

His lips return to mine, and he shifts until his hard length is pressing along my wet core and into my clit with every slight movement of his body. Our tongues tangle, and our chests heave with the effort to take more from each other. The drag of his cock against me reignites my need for him, my pussy clenching, and my skin heating rapidly.

This is it. What I’ve been looking for—the filthy version of Flynn.

It’s always been Flynn.

And we wasted five years dancing around each other instead of being like this. Lying to each other and keeping things hidden that would have changed everything a long time ago.

But he didn’t answer my question.

I pull away from him…reluctantly. “That’s not really an answer, Flynn. You can’t just try to distract me with your dick every time I ask you something you don’t want to talk about.”

He leans back and raises an eyebrow at me. “I can’t?” He rolls his hips, pressing his erection against my wet core and clit again, eliciting a groan as I dig my nails into his back. “I think I can.”

“That’s not fair.”

A smug grin tilts his lips. “Who says I have to play fair?” He shifts even closer. “I thought you like it when I play dirty.”

I do.

I have to grant him that.

And didn’t Bash tell me that sometimes you have to play dirty to get what you want?

Digging my fingers into his ass, I grin at him. “I very much do, but I want to make sure we’re on the same page here.”

“What page is that?”

Acids turns in my stomach as I stare up into his warm blue eyes. For the first time since I saw his message and realized the truth, fear grips me. We rushed into this physical thing so fast, gave in to what we both wanted in the blink of an eye, and I didn’t even think that we might not ultimately want the same things.

My God, what if we aren’t on the same page?

What if what we just did ends our entire friendship?

He captures my face between his palms, concern furrowing his brow. “What page, Rachel? The one where this is actually something and neither one of us wants to do anything that will jeopardize our friendship? The one where this isn’t just fucking?” He drops his forehead against mine again, sucking in a sharp breath. “I just got done telling you I’ve been in love with you for years. Of course, we’re on the same page. If that wasn’t clear enough, let me tell you now.”

His lips capture mine, hard, possessing me and devouring me at the same time before he pulls back.

“I love you. I am in love with you. You are my other half, my best friend, and now, my lover. This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of and everything I never thought I could have. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to make my mother happy by telling her we’re going to get married and have beautiful babies together. Maybe not six, but you know, some.”

My heart swells as tears well in my eyes.

But it appears he isn’t even done. “I want to come home every day to you in my house and in my bed, and I need you in my arms as I fall asleep every night. I want that now and forever. So, are we on the same page?”

The tears finally trickle down the sides of my cheeks and onto the pillow.

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