Chapter Forty-Four
WYATT
The car ride home is the quietest Nash and I have ever been. What is there to say when you know you’re on your way home to possibly ruin the best friendship you’ve ever had, and at the same time make all your dreams come true?
We drop all our crap at the door and Nash takes my hand and drags me up one flight of stairs, and then the next, without pausing. The couch is objectively closer, but there’s no way we could do this comfortably on there with both of our sizes.
We burst through my room, and she pushes me down on my bed. Thank fuck I cleaned up in here before I left for the airport.
I pat my thighs, signaling for her to straddle me, and she steps to me, bringing her knees on either side. If she was any shorter, she might not be comfortable, but her long legs are just able to adjust to the width of me. She tips her hips slightly. “Already looking for friction?” I tease and she simply moans in response.
I want to make my way to that pretty pussy, but I can’t escape the call within me to thrust just a little first.
If you would have told me five years ago that I would be dry humping my best friend after she just won a national championship, I would have told you you’re fucking crazy.
With the barrier of our clothes between us, I could probably do this all night. It’s plenty to keep me hard, and yet not enough to bring me too close to the edge.
I take my time, sliding my hands up her hoodie and caressing her breasts. In my wildest dreams and my most secret fantasies, I never imagined it would be this good. She reaches behind her neck and rips the hoodie over her head impatiently, taking the shirt she had on with it. I pull her sports bra down and pop a petal pink nipple into my mouth, savoring the way it feels against my tongue.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asks, gaze up toward the ceiling, left hand holding my face to her chest. I take her in, all lean, long muscles, her hair askew from the game and the flight, her sweats riding low on her hips.
My grin is a crooked tease when I say, “I guess you deserve it now. You’ve been very patient, and tonight you’re a champion.”
“Champions get cock,” she says seriously, but then snorts a laugh.
I put my fingers on her chin and force her gaze to meet mine. “My girl gets whatever she wants, whenever she wants it.” I use my hand to hold her still and bring her lips to mine.
The kiss is searing. More so than any kiss I’ve ever had before, it’s branded on my heart and in my mind. It seems to go on forever until Nash breaks away, panting. Immediately she goes for my jeans. Undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. I’m so hard I can feel every inch of the zipper’steeth moving until it’s totally open, and all I can feel is the relief of not being confined.
I watch as Nash licks her lips at the sight of me, only making me harder. It feels like the right time to come clean about just how long I’ve wanted this. “Do you remember when we came home from the rodeo?” She bites her lip, and I know she’s thinking about how she took care of herself after. “I came to your door so I could apologize after I got out of the shower and I… overheard you.”
Her eyes go wide with shock. “You what?”
I massage her thighs where they straddle me while I explain. “When I realized what you were doing, I didn’t stay. I swear. But I did go back to my room and turn the shower back on so you wouldn’t hear me…” I look down at where we meet, our long legs tangled together.
“Touching yourself?” She finishes for me, her voice barely a whisper. I nod, my head still down. I’m not proud of my actions, but I don’t regret anything that’s led us to this. “Was it like this?” My breath stills in my chest as she glides her hand toward my shaft. She strokes me in one long, slow movement. “Or more like this?” She tightens her grip on me and my hips buck.
I put my head against hers, breathing the missing air into my lungs. All my thoughts hinge on the next movement of her hand, how tight or strong or grazing her next pass will be.
“Just like that,” I pant.
“I have so much adrenaline—I need to take care of you. Please let me.”
As hard as I am, and as much as I want that, there’s a little sliver of guilt gnawing at me from the inside. I catch her hands before they can take me out of my boxers. “Before we do this, I need to make sure you know that as of right now I would stillgo back to the Butchers if they called me.” I search her eyes for any hint of her pulling away, but all I see is sexy determination.
“I’m more worried about our friendship staying intact.”
“Let’s make a promise right now. No matter what happens, we’ll still be best friends.” I hold my pinky out to her. “Promise?”
She wraps her long one around my thick one. “Promise.”
She moves from straddling my thighs and gets onto her knees. She tugs at my hands, requesting that I stand so I do. She grips either side of my jeans and pulls them farther down my hips, putting all of me on display. Another woman might need a small stool to kneel on to have a comfortable height for this, but not Nash. She’s perfectly proportioned. “Like you were made for me.”
She gives my dick a tug. Then another. I’m about to tell her not to push me so hard when she puts just the tip of her tongue on my head. She touches it to my slit. She swirls it around. She caresses the sensitive underside. “Nash, please.” I can’t take any more teasing.
She takes pity on me, sucking me down her throat until I bottom out at the back. She puts her fist around what’s left and starts working me in tandem with her hand and mouth.
“Holy shit,” I say because this is something I never thought I’d live to see—Nash on her knees before me. She continues her methodical sucking, and when my balls tighten up even farther, I have to stop her. I put my hand in her hair gently, so she knows I’m not going to push her any farther, but instead, bring her to a stop. “I can’t take any more of that or I’ll finish right now.”