Page 9 of My Ex's Best Friend

I lean in to touch her forehead to mine, our shaky breaths mingling. The world closes around us until it’s only her and me, just like it has always been for me when we are together.

And now I have her in the absolute sense.

She’s mine. All mine.

She gasps, holding on to my shoulders as I start stroking in and out of her.

I lean down to capture her mouth in mine.

As I thrust into her, her little moans and whimpers drive me insane and my movements become harder, faster.

She is taking me so beautifully. I could live here forever. Inside her.

I lick her nipple and suck on it as I thrust inside her. My hand reaches down to her clit because I’m getting too fucking close, and she needs to come first. Always.

As soon as I find it and apply some pressure to it, she explodes, screaming my name and squeezing me so hard that I follow her over the edge.

The intensity of what I just experienced, the pleasure and the feeling and the fact that this is Kiera, almost knocks me out, and I slump against her.

Her arms wrap around me and hold me there. I could stay inside her forever. Make love to her. Fuck her. Have her warm pussy grip me tightly as she milks me to oblivion.

When she winces, I realize I’m weighing down on her and I roll away, lifting my weight off her body.

My heart is beating so fast I’m afraid it’ll come out of my mouth. But at the same time, I’m entirely satiated. And I feel like I’m right at home. We’re finally together—Kiera and me. Nothing else matters.

“Hey.” I meet her gaze. Sweat beads dot her forehead, and her swollen lips part a little.

“Hey, you.” She takes a deep breath. “That was something.”

I laugh. “Awkward?”

“A little,” she admits. “But also, amazing.”

Instead of answering, I lean in and kiss her before pulling the comforter over her body. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She snuggles against me.

I pull her to me and she lays her head on my chest. My eyes close for a second, taking the moment in.

I need to make sure she doesn’t regret being with me. That this was as magical to her as it was to me. “Are you sure?”

“It doesn’t even sting anymore.”

“That’s probably the alcohol numbing your senses.”

“I don’t think so. I can’t explain it. Seeing him like that—” she shudders. “The betrayal was like a knife slicing through me. But that was it. I was sad and feeling betrayed, but I don’t think I was heartbroken. Not the way I hear people talking about it.”

I know this will hit her sooner or later, maybe even crush her for a bit, but I’m glad to see she’s taking it in stride. And I will make sure I’m there to pick her up and take care of her.

She looks up at me, her brows furrowing together.

I laugh. “What?”

She shakes her head. “I came here because I was going to give myself to him. I’m glad it happened with you. I trust you the most in the world.”

Fuck. It was her first time. And I was tender and tried to treat her as the precious gift she is, but guilt still streaks through me.

She looks so open and vulnerable. She has bared herself to me in all ways. It kills me that Chris would do that to her. It destroys me that she had to find out like that.

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