Her gorgeous brown eyes stare back at me. Those luscious, full lips draw my gaze directly to them. I swear I’d give up a fucking lung to know what her lips feel like pressed to mine. Her eyes flash down to my mouth, and for a second, I have a feeling that she might be thinking the same thing I am.
The urge to pull her into my lap, and sit her rounded ass on top of my cock as I shove my tongue into her mouth to claim it as mine takes over me. Shaking my head, I clear the vision of her grinding down on top of me out of my mind. That’s a dangerous fucking thought.
Sitting up from the sofa, I rest my elbows on my knees and bury my head in my hands. I take a breath, willing my hard-on to go down before I stand.
“I guess I should get some dinner going. Plus, I have a wedding cake to start.”
She stands up beside me. I turn just in time to find myself eye-level with her hip. The way her ass pokes out behind her makes my mouth water.
She goes to walk away, but I grab her hand, stopping her in her tracks. Those beautiful brown eyes look down at me, her gaze taking on that dangerous one from before. She waits patiently for me to say or do something.
Ten thousand things fly through my head at once. I want to say so much to this woman. I want to tell her I could love her better than he ever could. I want to tell her to give me a chance, to forget that she ever belonged to him. But reality crashes in and it reminds me that what I want can never be.
“Andrew is a lawyer. His income runs circles around yours. Do you think she’s going to look at you?”
I let her hand go.
“Let me go check on the boys. Who knows what they’ve gotten into by now.” Standing to my feet, I caused her to take a step back to accommodate me.
“Yeah, I need no more surprises today.” Although she says the words jokingly, they sound a little flat. As if she wanted to say something else entirely.
Ella turns and walks back into the house. I stare at the door for a few seconds before walking around the house toward my home. I don’t dare risk going back into the house with her. Seeing her again might cause me to do something I can’t take back.
Old Friends
Chapter Eight
Mitchell
EL: The boys want a taco bar for dinner tonight. Dinner at my place?
Ever since yesterday on her back porch when I got that image of her in my lap grinding her ass against my thighs, the moment her name flashes across my screen or gets brought up, my dick immediately hardens.
Glancing down at my lap at the bulge behind my jeans, I roll my eyes.
“Fuck, you got to get it together, buddy.” I pull at the denim crotch, rearranging it from pressing against my erection.
I cannot have thoughts like that about Ella. She’s my friend, my son’s godmother, and my best friend’s wife. Well, that last one isn’t so important.
The moment the thought of Drew pops into my head, my cock softens. Anger takes the place of arousal in my bloodstream. I can’t believe how he spoke to her. Calling her a bad mother? He’s lost his mind.
I need to talk to him about the shit AJ told me too, but I’m still too pissed off about it to have that conversation without kicking his ass. Drew and I have only fought twice in our entire friendship. Both times had to do with Ella.
The intercom on my desk goes off. Putting my phone down, I press the button to talk to my front desk receptionist.
“Hey Tina, what’s up?”
“Hey boss, Andrew is here to see you. Want me to send him back?”
I shut my eyes and take a deep inhale. What the hell is he doing here? I guess that conversation was going to happen sooner than I thought.
“Yeah. Send him back.”
I lean back in my chair, willing myself to calm down and have a serious conversation with him. This was probably the best place to have it. I’d have second thoughts about kicking his ass at my place of business.
My door opens and Drew walks in. We are both a far cry from the five-year-old boys who bonded in kindergarten. Our friendship, once more a brotherhood, has become strained.
“You hired a new receptionist? What happened to Mrs. Jackie?” he asks. I stood to my feet and offered him a hand to shake.
