Page 126 of The Friend Situation

“Easton, are you fucking kidding me?” Weston barks, glancing over his shoulder with a mixture of annoyance and protectiveness.

Easton and Weston lock eyes, an intense stare-off occurring. Weston blocks me from view, but there’s one glaring issue with this plan—my legs and feet are completely visible.

“Oh,” Easton says, amusement lacing his voice. “Is this the suit?” he asks with more intent.

“Yes,” Weston growls, the frustration evident in his tone.

Easton bursts out laughing. “Hey, Carlee.”

“Ugh. Hi,” I mumble, and I wish I could disappear.

Weston cracks up, the sound bursting from him. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“See you two soon,” Easton calls out, still laughing as he leaves the bathroom.

“Did that just happen?” I keep my forehead pressed against Weston’s chest while he holds me under the falling stream. The warmth of the water relaxes me.

“Heusuallyrings the doorbell,” he murmurs, breaking the delicate silence that fills the room.

“He’s so telling Lexi.” I pull away from him, my entire body on fire.

“Good,” Weston says firmly. “They should know I chose you.” His eyes glint with a fierce intensity that makes my heart race.

“You have? What about that woman last night?” My voice trembles.

The memory of him holding her tight makes me so damn jealous that I can barely contain myself.

He lifts my chin gently, capturing my lips with his. The kiss is a slow burn, igniting every nerve ending within me.

“That’s my sister’s best friend, Harper. I mentor her. There isnothingthere. She tried.” His words tumble out, filled with reassurance.

“You promise?” I ask, my body temperature rises.

“Believe me when I say, you’re it, bestie,” he insists, a teasing smile creeping across his lips. “Now, where the fuck were we? Ah.”

Weston kisses down my body, and each touch causes butterflies to flutter. His lips glide over one of my nipples, and he takes it into his mouth, sending sparks of pleasure through me. With his hands resting on my hips, Weston pulls me closer as he lowers himself onto his knees, positioning me back in the same vulnerable posture I was in before Easton rudely interrupted.

“I remember,” he growls out, burying himself between my legs.

His kisses on my skin, his tongue on my clit—the combination has need coursing through my body.

“I was so close,” I sigh, sinking back into him. More moans escape my lips.

He grips my ass tighter with his strong hand, humming against me as his fingers flick across my clit. “So fucking good.”

“Oh, my fu—” My words choke in my throat as my teeth sink into my bottom lip, a primal growl escaping me with the intensity of his pressure and pace.

Weston slides a finger inside while keeping me upright. The steam from the hot water swirls around us like a dense fog, bringing me to a dream state. Being with him like this is pure ecstasy. I brace myself with my palms flat against the glass, fighting to remain steady as I race toward the edge.

“Weston,” I hiss, breathless, “I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” he demands, and his voice sends surges of electricity through me.

I pulse around him instantly, a guttural groan erupting from deep within as I rock against his fingers buried inside me.

“Ride it out for me, baby. You’re squeezing my fingers so damn hard.”

“I wish it were your cock,” I plead, feeling a wild urge consume my thoughts as he continues pleasuring me.

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