Page 211 of The Friend Situation

“I’ll join you,” I whisper.

The two of us sneak into the bathroom, and I lock the door. Something primal and untamed swirls between us. My heart pounds hard as he steps closer.

“Fuck, Carlee,” he whispers against my neck, placing deliberate kisses up to my ear. “You’re all I could think about. The bracelet on my wrist was a reminder of you.”

Weston sucks on my earlobe.

That’s all it takes, and I’m putty in his hands.

With messy, dark hair and hunger in his eyes, he pulls away. His pupils dilate as my fingers push up the hem of his shirt, helping him remove it. My hands slide over his tattooed muscles and down to his jeans, which I unbutton and unzip. I want to drop to my knees and worship him like the god he is.

“Love it when you look at me like that,” he mutters.

He smirks that fucking devilish smirk that makes me want to beg for him.

“I need you,” I whimper. My panties are already soaked, clinging to me; I’m damp and desperate.

Weston grabs my waist, and his fingers gently dig into my hips. I gasp, my breath hitching as he pulls me against him. He’s hard against my stomach.

“You’re my guardian angel. Brody saved me, but so did you.” His lips brush against my ear.

“Weston …” My voice breaks.

“I stayed calm, knowing if I didn’t, I’d never see you again,” he admits, kissing me.

He lifts my shirt from my body, then removes my pajama bottoms. He admires my naked body like it’s a precious sculpture in the Louvre.

Weston gently cups my breast, his thumb grazing over my nipple until it’s hard and aching. I finish undressing him, leading him into the shower. Every inch of me is on fire as hot water falls over us.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his voice strained as he presses my back against the wall. “You’re perfect.”

One hand slides down my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path. He drags his fingers through my folds, teasing my clit with a firm, deliberate touch that makes me cry out.

“Shh,” he says with a laugh.

It’s the first time I’ve seen him smile all night.

I nod. “It just feelssogood.”

“Mmm. Don’t want your Mawmaw to hear us,” he growls, his voice dripping with lust as he continues to rub circles against my clit.

I can’t think. I can barely breathe as pleasure washes over me.

Another deep moan escapes me when he presses two fingers inside me. Weston curls them, and I nearly lose my balance. Just as his mouth brushes against my ear, a knock taps on the door.

My eyes widen, and I hold on to him for dear life.

“Carlee?” Mawmaw says from the other side of the door.

“Yes?” I ask.

“Everything okay? I thought I heard something,” she says.

Weston’s fingers are buried knuckles deep inside my soaked cunt. His thumb rubs relentless circles on my swollen clit, and I’m so fucking close to screaming, but I bite my lip instead.

“Honey?”

“Oh, sorry.” I swallow hard. “I didn’t hear anything.” My voice is somehow steady.

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