Page 187 of The Friend Situation

“No more secrets.”

I crawl into his lap, settling against him as his hot breath brushes against my cheeks. Our faces are so damn close.

“Okay,” he promises. “No more secrets.”

“That night at Sluggers, when our eyes met, deep down, Iknewyou were there for me,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You wanted me to find you?” he asks, a smile threatening to take over his lips, his eyes twinkling with an intensity that suggests something deeper.

“Yes,” I whisper against his mouth, daring to close the distance between us. “And now that you have, what’s your next move?”

Weston’s eyes close as he kisses me with such passion that we both become breathless. The world around us briefly fades away, leaving only the warmth of his lips and the intoxicating scent of his lingering cologne.

Each kiss feels like a promise, like this could last forever. The fantasy of us that’s lived in my mind could become a reality if we let it.

“Tell me your intentions, Wes,” I nearly beg. “I need to know.”

“I plan to make you my wife,” he whispers.

His lips brush across mine, and the world blurs around us.

“Prove it,” I mutter.

30

WESTON

Carlee straddles me and forces me onto my back. I run my fingers through her hair, the intensity increasing as she kisses me so desperately.

“You want me to prove it?” I ask.

“You want to do this forever with me?” Her lips brush against mine.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“They say only fools rush in.”

“I’ll be foolish with you any day of the week. I don’t give a fuck as long as we’re together.” I crisscross my fingers behind my head, watching Carlee. Big, fluffy clouds float behind her as the cool breeze surrounds us. “You’re a dream.”

“Let’s make it a fantasy.” She smirks, her lips curling upward like we’re sharing a secret.

I don’t protest as her hands slide under my T-shirt, pushing it up over my chest. Her fingers graze down my abs, teasing, fucking taunting me with how close she is to my cock that’s rock hard for her.

Her eyes lock on mine like she’s daring me to stop her but fuck that. I’m not stopping shit. I’m letting her do whatever the hellshe wants to me. I’m Carlee’s fucking fantasy, and that expression on her face tells me she’s about to worship me like the god she believes me to be.

She pops the button of my jeans, slides down the zipper, and pulls them just low enough to free me. I’m throbbing for her, and she fucking admires me like she’s never seen a cock so perfect in her life.

“Beautiful,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing as she wraps her delicate fingers around my shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke.

I hiss through my teeth, my hips jerking upward like they’ve got a mind of their own.

She smirks up at me with that fucking devious look in her eyes that I love so much. Without warning, she leans forward to take me into her wet, hot mouth.

Jesus Christ.

I groan, my hands gripping her hair as she sinks down on me, her lips stretched tight around me. She swallows me down like she’s starving. Her tongue slides against the underside of my shaft like she’s memorizing the shape, and I let out a ragged breath.

She pulls back, sucking so damn hard that I think she steals my fucking soul. My gorgeous girl is not holding back, not even a little. Her mouth works me over like we’re living out one ofherfantasies. Fuck it; it’s mine now too.

---