Page 10 of Spreading Her Wings

She blushed, likely not realizing I knew her better than she thought I did. She’d been one of my sister’s best friends for over a decade. They’d been practically attached at the hip since college. Did she think I wouldn’t know what kind of toppings she liked on her pizza? Maybe she assumed I didn’t care, and maybe a week ago I wouldn’t have. Then again, a week ago I wouldn’t have called her at all, let alone been as bothered as I was by her tone.

“I guess that’s true.” She took a big bite of her slice. “What movie did you bring?”

Without waiting for me to answer, she dug into the plastic bag. Her laugh was sweet when she pulled outThe Proposal, a bag of gummy worms, and a box of microwave popcorn.

“Okay, gummy worms andThe Proposal? That’s a chick flick!” She took another bite of her pizza, giggling as she chewed.

I snatched the movie from her hand and moved towards the TV in her living room. “It’s a classic, okay? And I like gummy worms.” I shrugged and cued up the movie.

“I like gummy worms too,” she whispered, as if suddenly embarrassed by her sweet tooth.

“Again, I know.”

She watched me closely, narrowing her eyes in suspicion, and she glanced between the items on the counter and the movie ready to play on her screen.

When we were finished eating and the leftover pizza was tucked away in the fridge, we settled in. Katie curled her legs under her, leaning against the pillows and tucking herself under the blanket that she’d pulled off the back of the couch. I kicked my feet up onto the coffee table, throwing my arm across the spot the blanket had covered.

As the movie went on, I reached for the gummy worms I’d put on the end table. I opened the package and threw one at her, laughing when she scowled but still tossed it into her mouth. “You don’t waste gummy worms, Auston.”

“Of course. Sorry, kitten.”

Sitting up, she reached over and took the bag from my hands before leaning back against the pillows. She hummed quietly with the soundtrack, and when she stretched, she draped her leg over mine. There was a slight hesitation in the tightening of her thigh muscles, but she made no effort to move and relaxed her leg.

Aimlessly, I drifted my fingers over the exposed skin on her calves, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. The sight of her skin reacting to the touch made my stomach stir, and when I moved my hand to her thigh, her breath hitched. I stilled, waiting for her to stop me, but I didn’t remove it.

“Thank you for coming to cheer me up.” She said it so quietly, I’d hardly heard the words leave her mouth, but the soft smile on her face told me she wasn’t so worried about her bad day anymore.

I gently closed my hand around her thigh. “Who said I was here to cheer you up? Maybe I didn’t want to spend the evening alone.”

She sat up and tilted her head toward her shoulder, sucking her lip into her mouth. She darted her eyes from mine to my mouth and then down to my hand, taking a deep breath. The airbetween us grew heavier with our breathing, and the irritation that usually hovered wasn’t there. “You’re a liar.”

The words had barely left her mouth when the blanket was falling to the floor and she was climbing into my lap. She straddled me, and when she met my eyes, she swallowed.

“Oh god, what am I doing?”

Then she crashed her lips into mine. Like the first time she’d kissed me, she melted against me. She separated her lips, and I brushed my tongue against hers, exploring her mouth while her breathing sped up. She moaned quietly.

I placed my hands on her hips, groaning when she rocked them against me, and my dick stirred. “Katie…” Pulling my shirt off, I tossed it on the floor. She trailed her eyes down my bare chest and back up to meet mine.

“Auston…” She weaved her hands in my hair and tugged, forcing my head back and giving her control of my mouth. “One night, and we never talk about this again.”

“One night,” I agreed, tugging the sweatshirt she was wearing off over her head and running my hands over her bare stomach and chest.She wasn’t wearing a fucking bra?I brushed over her chest, running my middle finger over the small rose tattoo on the bottom side of her left tit. Stopping to focus on both of her pink nipples, I was satisfied when they hardened under my touch.

When she kissed me again, it was with an added fervor. She bit my bottom lip and sucked my tongue into her mouth, kissing me as if the world would end in the morning and I was her last breath. I swallowed the sound when she moaned, and my dick hardened. She rocked against my erection and started to pant.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her shorts, and when I started to tug, she rose up on her knees. Her skin was soft under my touch, and when she was left bare in my lap, my mouth went dry. The woman who had pushed me to the endof my patience countless times in the last several years eagerly fumbled with the buckle on my belt.

I slid my hands from her thighs to the apex between them and brushed my thumb along her swollen clit. “Fucking hell, kitten. You’re soaked.”

I rubbed circles around the sensitive bud with my thumb, and when I slipped my finger into her, her pussy clenched around it. She jerked her hips forward and rode my hand in an easy back-and-forth movement.

Her whimpers got louder as she got close to the moment she’d come apart for the first time. A small twinge of guilt pulled at my core, remembering I was knuckles deep in my sister’s best friend. She’d been vulnerable, and here she was riding my hand. Would she be if she hadn’t been crying by herself two hours and a bottle of wine ago?

Those concerns went away when she tugged at my jeans, and I lifted my hips for her to pull them down enough for my erection to pop out of my boxers. She gasped, darting her tongue along her bottom lip.

Staring at me, she suddenly seemed nervous. “Do you…”

“Do I what?”

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