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Brady
I feellike I'm high. It's been three days since I've even laid eyes on Mya, and I can still feel her mouth on my cock. The way it felt when I was inside her. My vision is filled with the look of pleasure on her face the first time I slid inside her.
And I can't seem to shake any of that from my mind.
Which is why my feet are dangling in the pool at the Palmers house. Not that I will ever get in. I never do. I'm hoping the coolness of the water will be enough to get rid of my raging hard-on for a girl who isn't even here right now.
Julian fawning over Piper has been a nice distraction as well. Especially when he gets all broody over the fact she's talking to Max. I wanted to laugh at him and tell him he has nothing to worry about, that he isn't interested in her. But that's not the kind of friend I am.
Instead, I let him freak out over it for a while.
And once the coast is clear, I sneak out of the party, texting Mya before strapping on my helmet and heading back home.
ME: You busy?
I'm glad I don't wait for her reply. I probably would have come in my shorts if I had.
MYA: A little. I'm trying to get myself off, but nothing seems to be working. You ruined me.
I almost drop my phone on the concrete floor of the parking garage when I finally read it.
ME: Sounds like you need a little bit of help.
MYA: Took you long enough to reply.
ME: I was riding back from Max's party. I'm home now if you want to come over.
MYA: Is Julian home?
ME: Nope.
MYA: Are you expecting him soon?
ME: Not sure. I don't think so. Why? You trying to keep this a secret? You know, secrets don't make friends, dove.
I wonder if she remembered to look up what it meant. I wanted to tell her, but I also didn't want to scare her away. Sure, her skin is fair and silky, but that's not the reason I call her dove. White doves are rare and vulnerable. That's how I see her. Rare. And she makes me vulnerable.
MYA: I have enough friends.
ME: Does that include me?
MYA: I don't want to be your friend anymore, Brady.
Shit.
What do I even say to that?
I don't want to bejusther friend anymore either. I want so much more, but the thought scares me. An ache in my chest has me rubbing it as I climb off my bike and remove my helmet. I consider my reply as I make my way upstairs.
MYA: Is that not what you want? More than friendship?
BRADY: I want a lot of things. When it comes to you, all of them right now are dirty. Do I need to describe what I want to do to you? Or would you like to come over and find out for yourself?
There. I didn't avoid answering her question completely. I kind of skirted around a direct answer.
MYA: Why don't you tell me. Then I'll decide if I want to come over and experience it for myself.
Hmmm. Sounds like a game I'm not only willing to play, but I'm guaranteed to win.
