Page 29 of The Fangirl and the Crooner

Then I lean toward him and rest my head against his shoulder. My eyes close as a smile curves my lips. Someone pulls the glass from my fingers before I spill it, and I snuggle into Bram’s side just before everything else fades into dark, silent nothingness.

Chapter

Eighteen

Bram

Every eye save for Pressley’s––who seems to be dozing off against my shoulder––is on me, all filled with excessive humor. I roll my own eyes at them and lift my shoulder to nudge Pressley a little bit without completely dislodging her.

“I guess you liked the margaritas I sent over?” I ask, turning my head so my lips move against her hair as I speak.

“Yes, I did. They were yummy. Just like you,” she replies accentuating those last three words.

Keegan spits her drink out across the table, making Willow and Gavin slide their chairs back in reflex. They start to laugh as Keegan attempts to clean up the mess with cocktail napkins while apologizing through her own laughter.

Whipping my arm around Pressley’s shoulder, I pullher against my chest, clear my throat, and say, “Okay, I think it’s time we get you home and into bed.”

Pressley nods against my chest, then inhales deeply like she’s savoring my scent before exclaiming, “Yay! Take me to your bed, Brammie-boo!”

I close my eyes and groan as Keegan and Willow titter behind their glasses. My cock twitches a bit at Pressley’s words, but I ignore it. I willnotbe taking Pressley to my bed tonight. Not like this.

I freeze, then rush to correct my mental mistake. I won’t be taking her to my bedanynight. We’re just friends, and that’s all we will be until she moves out of my place. Yeah. That’s what I meant.

Blowing out a long breath, I push to my feet and carefully guide Pressley up and out of her chair. Willow reaches over to dig into the pocket of Pressley’s jeans, fishing out her car keys and jiggling them in the air.

“I’ll make sure her car gets back to your house,” she promises, and I nod in thanks before plucking Pressley’s purse from the back of her chair and saying goodbye to everyone.

As I guide her toward the exit, someone lets out a loud wolf whistle, and I flinch. But I don’t look back. Odds are good that the whistler was Keegan, and I’d only be feeding into her humor if I acknowledged it. Laughter follows us out into the parking lot, and Pressley somehow manages to stay on her feet as I half-carry her to my car.

She sighs as I get her settled in the passenger’s seat, then lets out a husky hum as I lean in over her to buckle her seatbelt. Those little noises play hell with myequilibrium, and when I pull myself out and close the door, shutting her inside, I take a moment to breathe deep and settle myself.

Once we’re on the road, Pressley is silent. Her face is turned toward me, and when I glance over, her eyes are closed. I’m pretty sure she’s dozing, and she doesn’t stir when we pull into the driveway. I climb out of the car and rush around to her side. After I open the door and lean in to unbuckle her seatbelt, she yawns and stretches. The act pushes her chest out, and her breasts brush against my chest, making me tense. My cock twitches again and starts to harden, and this time, there’s nothing I can do to tamp it down. I just have to ignore it.

It takes a little work, but I manage to maneuver Pressley out of the car and onto her feet. After I close her door, I try to lead her to the porch, but her legs don’t seem to be working. Bending my knees, I scoop her up into the cradle of my arms and pull her against my chest. She snuggles in, sighing contentedly as I carry her to the front door.

I manage to unlock the door without dropping her, and once we’re inside, I kick it closed behind us and head straight for Pressley’s room. Laying her on the bed, I pull off her boots and socks. Stepping back, I stare at her for a minute. I know she’d be more comfortable out of those clothes, but there’s no way in hell I’m undressing her.

She sighs and rolls onto her side, already half-asleep again, and I grab a blanket from the closet and drape it over her gently. I turn to leave, then pause when shewhispers my name. Moving back, I brush her hair away from her face.

“What is it? Do you need something?”

“I’m good,” she says, never once opening her eyes. “I just wanted to thank you. You’re a good man, and I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

Her words go almost silent at the end, and before I can even think to respond, she starts to drift off. I murmur something to her about getting some sleep, and she doesn’t reply, already falling deep into slumber.

I turn off her light on my way out, then close the door softly behind me. Then without thought or debate, I head straight to my own room, closing myself inside. Stripping out of my clothes along the way and dropping each piece to the floor, I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. As soon as the water heats, I step inside and let it pound against my shoulders.

Images of Pressley flash behind my closed eyelids, and I turn toward the spray, dropping my head and bracing one hand against the wall. My abdominal muscles tense and roll as I breathe deep, imagining peeling that purple sweater from Pressley’s body to see what color bra she has on beneath it.

I hear her voice in my ears, urging me on with desperate pleas, and my free hand wraps around my erection like it has a mind of its own. I stroke it gently as I imagine tasting every inch of Pressley’s skin. Licking and biting my way up her thighs before burrowing my face between them, eating her until she screams her release.

Grabbing the body wash, I squirt some into my palm before rubbing it all over my cock. I try to keep mybreaths quiet as I pump it fast and hard, my mind conjuring a vision of Pressley beneath me as I drive into her hot, wet, tight pussy again and again.

My balls tighten as my leg muscles start to contract, and I pump faster, chasing the high of an orgasm until a grunt bursts from my lips. My release shoots from the tip in long ropes, hitting the shower floor before being washed down the drain.

Releasing my cock, I press that hand next to the other one on the shower wall and hang my head between them, letting the water pound against my shoulders and back as I catch my breath. It doesn’t take long for the self-recriminations to close in, clouding my mind and pushing out the images of Pressley and me.

I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have jacked off to visions of her. She’s my friend, and now I’m not going to be able to look at her without remembering this moment. How amazing she looked and felt in my mind.

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