Page 180 of The Friend Situation

I gently cup her face in my hands to calm her racing heart. “I’m so damn glad you’re joining me. It’s fun on this side of things.”

My fingers thread through her hair as our tongues twist together in a passionate dance.

“I’ve been in love with you, Carlee,” I confess, hoping my honesty doesn’t send her running.

She needed to be the one to make any sort of confession that included the four-letter word. She opened the door though, and I’m walking through it.

Carlee grabs my shirt in her fists, pulling me closer. “Say it again,” she says, kissing me so passionately that she steals my breath.

“I’m in love with you, Carlee Jean Jolly. Leelee. My Firefly. My gorgeous, smart girl. I can’t deny it anymore. I don’t want to.”

“Please don’t hurt me, Wes,” she nearly begs, peppering kisses on my eyes and cheeks and mouth.

It’s an emotional turn of events I didn’t expect. But it’s music to my fucking ears.

“Never. I promise,” I say, returning to my previous position, kneeling before her, worshipping her.

I want to scream to the world that she feels the same as I do for her.

My tongue dives into her drenched pussy, giving her everything she needs and desires. Her fingers weave through my hair as she grinds against my stubble.

“Yes, yes,” she says. “Keep going.”

In the distance, I hear the unmistakable sound of an engine roaring. Carlee hears it too.

“I’m so fucking close. Please. Don’t stop,” she urges, sinking into my mouth.

I coax her to the very edge.

Just before she comes, I plunge two fingers knuckle deep inside her, and she screams my name, lost in her pleasure. Her body shakes with ecstasy, and I hold on to her tightly, feeling power surge through me. As she rides out her orgasm like a good fucking girl, a grin spreads across my face.

Carlee’s head falls back on her shoulders, laughter spilling from her lips—light and free. That sound is addictive.

Seconds later, a deep voice calls out from behind, “Hello? Who’s here?”

Carlee stiffens, glancing over her shoulder as worry etches itself onto her face. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, and her cheeks are flushed.

“Shit,” she mutters under her breath.

She quickly pulls up her panties and jeans, then shoots a glance at my still-hard cock straining against my jeans.

“Do something about that.” She winks suggestively.

I adjust myself as a smirk spreads across my face like wildfire. “Better?”

“Not really,” she replies confidently, chewing on the corner of her lip. “Stay here.”

She turns back to face me, one eyebrow raised in challenge.

“How do I look?” Her voice drips like honey mixed with whiskey as she runs her fingers through her messy hair.

“Guilty as fuck,” I growl in response, channeling every ounce of dominance within me. I want her so fucking bad.

I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head. There’s no denying what we just did. Her face gives her away every time.

Carlee strides toward the deep voice with purpose, hipsswaying subtly under the weight of my gaze. She knows exactly what she’s doing, knowing she’s completely irresistible to me.

Carlee steps into the middle of the barn, and I watch her face transform. “Hudson.”

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