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“Holy shit, Ariana…”
Tyler knelt between my outstretched thighs, heart pounding, still inside me. His hair looked like mine. His whole body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
The smile was gone from his face, though.
“What’s wrong?” I panicked. The expression he wore was one I’d never seen before. “Are… are you upset that we did this?
“Fuck no,” he smiled, regaining his breath. Reaching out with one arm, he gently ran a thumb down the side of my face.
“I’m just pissed that we waited this long.”
~ 22 ~
ARIANA
My alarm was a dagger in my sleep-deprived brain, blaring like a siren through the dim morning haze. I woke up slowly, extracting myself from beneath the giant, naked bulk of a slumbering Tyler. He barely even moved as I picked out my clothes and headed for the shower.
Did you screw him to death?
I supposed it was possible, but it seemed more likely the other way around. After our first time together Tyler and I had fucked again and again, waking up so many times during the course of the night to plunder each other, I legitimately lost count. I purred like a kitten as he nudged me awake, pushing assertively between my thighs to drive his never-ending erection deep into my never-ending wetness. In the wee hours of the morning we fucked sleepily, lazily, screwing our warm bodies together as we listened to the rain. I had vague recollections of Tyler holding my face in his hands as he rocked me gently. Staring into my eyes and kissing me so deeply and slowly it felt like my heart might explode.
Somewhere just before dawn he took me for the final time, pulling me backwards into a kneeling position and fucking me doggie-style while I made soft, whimpering noises into my pillow. That orgasm had somehow spun me off into blissful unconsciousness, because when I woke several minutes later, still leaking and swollen, Tyler was beside me, snoring away.
In the shower, I wondered what it might’ve been like if we’d been doing this the whole time. If we’d been friends with benefits all these years, rather than me being the girl next door. Last night’s marathon seemed like we were trying to make up for lost time. Or more simply, we just couldn’t get enough of each other. And that could be…
Dangerous?
By the time I got to the coffee shop I was still on cloud nine. I shoved aside the list of perils of fucking your best friend’s brains out that I’d been making, and went about pouring myself the biggest, strongest coffee in all of Seattle, possibly even the universe. As I drank it down, I realized that maybe one shower wasn’t enough. There were times when I swore I could still smell the scent of Tyler, vaguely, on my skin. Or maybe it was just my imagination.
Either way, I wasn’t the slightest bit mad about it. I wiped down the counter then leaned back against it with my legs crossed, pleasantly sore. Still feeling the excited tingle of last night’s events, I went over the fonder highlights that I wanted to emblazon into my happy, sated brain.
Then the front doors opened, and all hell broke loose.
The morning rush was hard, but I powered through it. Everyone got caffeinated correctly and efficiently, and I made it a point to upsell more baked goods than normal. When Katie was two brownies in and in an exceptionally good mood, I broke the news to her that I would need a few days off. Calgary was coming up. I couldn’t make all of the boys’ games, but I would drive up late and be there for the tail end.
Katie and I were in the home stretch when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
“Hey, Houdini.”
I turned to find Zane standing there, arms folded. He was wearing the jumpsuit from the garage he worked at, but the name was all wrong now since it changed hands.
“What’s up, greasy monkey?” I smiled. “You have coffee yet?”
“No.”
I got to work making his latte, and Zane went back to staring at my ass. It was a trade-off I was used to by now. But after what happened last night with Tyler, I felt sort of…
Guilty?
No, not exactly.
Are you sure?
Okay, maybe a little bit. But truth be told, Zane and I never had anything concrete. He had girlfriends, I had boyfriends, and sometimes, when the planets aligned, we both happened to be single. I could count on two hands the number of times we’d gotten together as anything but friends.
“Why Houdini?” I asked, dragging a sharp metal toothpick through milk foam.
“Because you disappeared yesterday,” he replied. “No call, no show.”
