Page 155 of The Friend Situation

His laughter spills out, a sound that only ignites my frustration further.

“Love seeing you so undeniably desperate for me.” A raging fire simmers in his blue eyes, matching the swell in his jeans.

Before I can protest, his phone rings, and I see his sister’s photo flash across the screen.

“Wow. It seems like the news about us is getting around,” he says, placing a finger over his mouth before answering.

First my family and now his.

“Calloway,” he says.

She immediately starts in on him.

While he chats with her, I readjust myself, trying to calm down. My body wants every inch of him.

Weston places her on speakerphone and lifts his brows at me as I unbutton my shirt, revealing my bare breasts. I position myself, giving him a better view of me as I slide my fingers inside my jeans. I bite my bottom lip, feeling how slick with need I am.

His eyes are zeroed in on me as I continue to touch myself.

“We’re just friends,” his sister mutters mockingly.

He mutes his phone, glaring at me. “You’d better not come.”

I sigh out. “Or what?”

He unmutes. “Don’t you have enough to worry about?”

“Not really,” she tells him.

I haven’t comprehended anything she’s said. I work myself closer and closer, and right before I completely lose myself, I remove my fingers from my panties, nearly gasping for air as I squeeze my thighs tightly together.

Weston mutes his phone, taking my fingers and placing them in his mouth. “Don’t break my only rule. You’re mine, Carlee. Every orgasm that pretty little pussy has is mine. For me. By me. Do you understand?”

I meet his eyes, mesmerized by his undeniable need for me. “They’re yours,” I confess.

“Weston?” Billie asks. “Are you still there?”

He stares at me for another few seconds. I glance down at his bulging cock as he unmutes.

“Sorry. Yes. I need to go soon.”

“I was just saying, you gave Asher Banks major friendship credit for proposing at his damn party. Everyone believes you’re the best of friends now,” she says.

“Wearefriends. Asher is a good guy when he wants to be.” He laughs. “I thought the two of you would grow out of this nonsense. The animosity is ridiculous. You might need him one day, sis.”

“No. I. Will. Not.He’s rude, and he thinks he’s smarter than everyone in the room. He loves the sound of his own voice and believes his stupid jokes are hilarious. Annoying as hell,” she replies.

I button my shirt, but he smoothly continues the conversation. “Are you more concerned about where I got engaged than about the fact that I’m engaged? Am I reading this conversation properly?”

She sucks in a deep breath. “I was just trying to eat my bagel in peace when I was blindsided by questions regardingyourengagement. I was speechless. I wasn’t even given a text or a heads-up. Absolutely nothing from you or Easton. I was approached in public, and they videoed my reaction.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve considered you. It wasn’t planned, I promise,” he says.

“So, you expect me to believe you just carried our grandmother’s engagement ring in your pocket as backup?” Billie asks.

I focus back on him because I thought the same thing.

“That’s right,” he responds. “I didn’t know when the opportunity would present itself, but I wasalwaysready.”

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