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This kiss is endless, and I’m so glad because I don’t want it to end. Everything I’ve pushed down, buried, and tried to hide is coming up. I’ve fallen for him. For my best friend. Not just recently, I know that. He’s the reason no one was ever good enough, he’s the reason I never wanted more with anyone. Watching him with all the women, I built a wall around me, protecting myself. I didn’t want to admit to myself how I felt because I never thought he’d feel the same. But this kiss, this kiss that is all-consuming, proves me wrong.
Finally, we break apart, both trying to catch our breath. “It’s always been you, Regan. How could you not see that?” A fucking tear escapes, and he quickly wipes it.
I smile and shake my head. “How could I see it when you had all those whores here?”
He laughs and hugs me close. “It was always you I saw. Never them.” I pull back, and he presses his full lips to mine again. “When did I start sleeping around like that? Think about it for a minute.”
“I don’t need to think, I know. It’s when we got this place,” I say.
“Right, but what happened when we got this place?”
“Umm, you became a man whore?” I suggest.
He laughs, shaking his head. “I walked in on you sitting on the couch, touching yourself, remember?”
“Please stop,” I beg.
“Nope. See what you don’t know is I came home much earlier, and I stood there and watched for a long time. I watched you rub that perfect pussy until it was dripping. I listened to the noises you made the more excited you became. When I walked into the living room, I was on my way to finish you off. But in true Regan fashion, you only saw what you wanted and ran screaming. So, I was determined to make you see, but you didn’t. You never saw what was right in front of you. No matter how many times I tried to make you see. I’m done with that now. I want you, Regan, I’ve wanted you for most of my life,” he confesses, never breaking eye contact.
“I feel like such a fucking idiot. Why didn’t you just tell me?” I ask, reeling from this turn of events.
“You needed to see for yourself. I know you better than that. No one tells you anything,” he says, laughing.
“You could have, Tenn. It’s always been different with you.”
“I know it has,” he whispers before pulling me in to share our second kiss.
I’m still wrapping my head around this whole thing, even after we eat dinner and while we sit on the couch watching TV. Forget the fact that he’s my best friend. He’s by far the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. His muscles, tattoos, and that body, damn. He also has the best sense of humor, he’s protective, and the best damn listener.
“Hey,” I say, looking up at him as my head rests on his lap.
“What?” he asks, running his fingers through my hair.
“What’s going to happen now?”
He smiles a wicked smile. “Now I’m going to show you how to have an orgasm.”
I laugh and push on his chest when he tries to lean down toward me. “No seriously. Are we going to be friends with benefits or a couple or what?”
“You can’t be serious.” He flips around and lays on top of me, looking right into my eyes. “Let me make this clear. We’ve always been best friends, but now it’s more. I fell for you, Regan, so yes I want to be couple. I want to have sex, take you out to dinner, laugh, have sex, make your dreams come true and have sex. Do you get it? It’s not friends with benefits, it could never be that.”
I smile and kiss his lips. “I get it, but one more question.”
“What?”
“Who’s going to tell our parents’?”
I wake up wrapped in Tenn’s arms like so many times over the years. Only this time it’s different. This time I’m allowed to feel the excitement, his heat and his hard cock. I fell asleep on the couch, and Tenn carried me to his bed. I know this because I pretended to be asleep o
nce he laid down. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe it’s because I’m still trying to figure out if this whole situation is okay. I mean I know it’s okay, but after all these years of pushing down my attraction it feels weird to let it happen.
I ended up lying awake for hours after he pulled me against him and fell asleep. I’ve been hoping for this to happen since I was probably ten-years-old. Now I’m nervous that I’m going to fuck it all up and lose him completely. If that happened, I don’t know how I would be able to carry on. He’s my best friend; no, he’s so much more than that.
“Mmm, waking up to you in my arms is like a fucking dream,” he says, his voice rough and raspy with sleep.
Smiling, I roll to face him. “You’ve woken up with me in your arms before.”
“True, but I wasn’t allowed to do this,” he says and leans forward, pressing his lips to mine.
