Page 75 of Best Friends for Never

I snake my hand between her legs, running my fingers through her slick folds.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, the water so clear that when I look down, I can see everything as I slide two fingers inside her. “You’re so goddamn wet for me.”

She nods, her head lolling back, and she moans when I brush my thumb against her clit. “F-for you.”

She pushes down on my fingers, eager for more, and I oblige her request.

I play with her pussy, relishing the soft noises she makes as she fucks herself on my hand. Each sweet whimper, each cry for more, is like music to my ears. She made soft noises last night, trying to stay quiet to keep the party guests from getting suspicious. But now there’s no need. She can be as loud as she wants. And fuck if the sounds she’s making aren’t the most beautiful melodies I’ve ever heard.

“Noel . . . Please . . . ,” she begs. “I need . . .”

“Tell me, Parker.” I stroke her clit again. Another gasp. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to feel you inside me. All of you.”

It’s not a request. It’s a demand.

And I’ve never been so fucking torn before.

She presses her forehead against mine, her nails digging into my head. “Please, Noel. I want to come on your cock.”

It’s the most forward and provocative thing I’ve ever heard her say, and it would just be cruel not to give her what she wants.

But . . .

“We don’t have anything out here.”

She shakes her head. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

“Yeah, but—”

“I’ve never been without a condom. Ever.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“I’m good. I’ve never been without either. I’m careful. Do you trust me?”

“More than anyone else.”

Fucking hell.

“My shorts,” I choke out. “Undo my shorts.”

She drops her hand in the water between us, untying my shorts and shoving them down just enough, and then Parker’s hand is on my cock.

Parker’s hand is on my cock.

Holy shit. It’s ... it’s everything I could have hoped for. Everything I’ve wanted. Everything I’ve imagined, over and over again. And I haveimagined it. A lot. More times than I should probably admit. But that’s because I’ve been head over heels for this woman since I was seventeen. That’s a lot of time to make my own fantasies.

I’m not proud of the garbled sounds that leave me as she strokes me, her grip the perfect pressure I love. The perfect pressure I need.

It’s too much. If she keeps this up, it’ll all be over before it even really starts.

“Parker ...” I gasp out her name before swallowing the lump that’s formed in my throat. “You have to stop.”

“Why?” she asks, stroking me again, her thumb brushing over the head of my cock.

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