Page 31 of Best Friends
He collapses on top of me, breathing hard, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. “Jesus,” I mutter, still trembling from the aftershocks. “That felt so fucking good.”
He chuckles, low and dirty. “I can’t believe we didn’t do this until now. I had no idea what I was missing.” As he finishes speaking, he moves to lie down beside me.
“You were too busy chasing pussy.” I sigh, wiping sweat from my face.
“Hey.” He turns his head to frown at me. “I wasn’t the only one.”
I shrug. “I was more selective.”
“Pfft. You were no saint.”
He’s not wrong. I slept with girls too, but not nearly as often as Malcolm. “There’s a reason you have a reputation for being a ladies man and I don’t.” His reputation of loving them and leaving them is why I worry I won’t be enough. He’s never been a one girl kind of guy. Why would he suddenly be a oneguytype of guy?
He sighs, giving me an indulgent look. “Fine. Yes, I was a manwhore and you weren’t. Happy?”
I smirk. “Yep. I win.”
He laughs and sits up on his elbow, studying me. “Hey, what do you say we go for a bike ride, and then I’ll buy us a big breakfast at Sally’s diner? Then you can drop me off at my car later tonight?”
“I wasn’t sure you’d want to hang out today.” I carefully wipe the spunk off of our stomachs with a tissue and toss it into the small waste basket near the bed.
He frowns. “Why wouldn’t I? We always spend our days off together.”
I get off the bed, avoiding his gaze. “I suppose because you always avoid the chicks you have sex with afterward, I assumed you might do the same to me.”
His silence makes me look up and his expression is irritable. “You’re my best friend,” he says flatly. “It’s different.”
“I was just checking.” I laugh sheepishly.
“Hey, dumbass, what part ofI love youdo you not understand?” His eyes are narrowed.
I grab a T-shirt out of the closet. “I’m sure you told Lucy you loved her too, but you didn’t spend your days off with her.”
He laughs. “No. I spent them with you because you’re my favorite person in the world, C.”
My heart warms hearing him say that.
“And for the record,” he says gruffly. “I never told Lucy I loved her. I didn’t love her.”
“Oh.”
He gets off the bed, moving toward me slowly. “I’m going to be very patient with you, C.,” he says softly. “I’m going to do that because I know you have trust issues. But I’d like to make it clear that you’re the only omega, male or female, I’ve ever loved.” He grimaces. “Not counting like my family, of course.”
“Okay.” My face is warm as he stops in front of me. His gaze is so intense, it makes me nervous.
He touches my cheek. “I know this whole thing is confusing for you. But nothing has to change between us.” He smirks. “I mean, other than we’re going to have sex constantly now because I can’t keep my fucking hands off you.”
As he finishes speaking, the doorbell rings and we both jump.
I swear under my breath. “Who’d be bothering me this early on a Saturday morning?” I scowl and pull on the T-shirt I grabbed from the closet.
“Just ignore them. They’ll go away eventually.”
“True.” I pull on clean underwear. But whoever it is at the front door doesn’t just go away. They continue ringing the bell, and when they finally stop, my phone vibrates on the nightstand. “Why am I so popular today?” I say, moving to see who texted me.
“Who’s texting you?” Malcolm asks, pulling on his jeans.
“It’s Cheyenne,” I murmur.
