Page 68 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend
The rest of his hospital stay is a blur of nurses, doctors, and lab techs in and out of the room at all hours. The medical floor has more relaxed visiting hours, and they don’t care that I spend the night again.
Rationally, I know that Parker is fine now, and if I had to go to a hotel for a few hours, he’d be okay. He’s already in the hospital for fucks sake, the people working here wouldn’t letanything bad happen to him, but the part of my brain that’s always worried about him is still relieved I’m able to spend the night.
He’s discharged the next day and we get a suite at the Caldwell hotel in the city so we can both shower and get some actual sleep before heading back to Chicago in the morning. As much as I wish we had the energy for a more exciting night full of orgasms to celebrate our new official relationship, sleep in the hospital was nearly impossible with how often the staff had to come in to check his blood sugar or vitals, not to mention how loud it was with all of the machines and people, so we’re both exhausted.
We pass out as soon as we’re in bed, but it’s okay, because we’re together. It doesn’t matter if we have sex, or just spend the night wrapped in each other’s arms, having him sharing my bed again makes everything better.
When we finally get home, though, I’m practically buzzing with anticipation. Parker is my boyfriend and it’s about damn time that he fucks me. I’ve loved every time we’ve gotten off together—topping him, exchanging blowjobs, even just using the toys together—and it truly has been the best sex of my life.
But during all of that, we weren’ttogethertogether.We hadn’t admitted how we really felt about each other, and I was delaying checking off such a big sex act from the nonexistent list that I assumed Parker was working through. Now that I know he loves me, that there’s no end date or limitations on us being together, I want nothing more than for him to claim me in every way that he possibly can. We’ve been using condoms up until now, I think mostly to avoid any discussion of what not using them would mean, at least that’s why I never brought it up, but I don’t want there to be anything between us if there doesn’t have to be.
I slam the door to our condo as we walk in and spin to face him. “I haven’t been with anyone other than you since I ended things with Sage. I’ve been tested since then and everything was negative. Did you get tested at your appointment last month?”
“Yeah, also negative,” he says with a small laugh.
“Well, boyfriend,” I say, grabbing his bag from him and tossing it aside. “I think it’s finally time for you to top me, and I’d like to skip the condoms if you’re comfortable with that.”
His smile lights up the whole room. “I’ve never fucked anyone without one before. You want to be my first?”
“Your first, your last, and every time in between.” I know it sounds cheesy when I say it like that, but I really do mean it. I’m so glad he’s already agreed to date me, because I have a feeling I wouldn’t have lasted long without trying to officially claim him as mine.
He steps in closer, wrapping his arms around me to squeeze my ass, leaning in to talk lowly near my ear. “Let's go shower the plane germs off. I want to taste you. I want to take my time stretching your hole and getting you ready for my cock before I fill you up.”
“Damn, Ranger. Bringing out the dirty talk already?” I tease, definitely not complaining. My dick is already thickening as I tug him toward the bathroom, eager to live out what he’s promising.
“I don’t need to hold back anymore. You’ve already agreed you’re mine, so now I don’t have to second guess my every word and action when it comes to how desperately I want you,” he answers seriously.
The thought of him doing that, that he’s had to filter himself like that around me, is so wild to consider when I’ve been doing the same exact thing.
I hold out my pinky for him. “Let's make another promise—no more holding back. I hate that we were both so afraid to be honest about our feelings when they changed. We probably ended up hurting each other and ourselves with all of the stress and tiptoeing around. From now on, let’s promise to go back to telling each other everything, even if we’re not sure about how the other will react. Does thatwork for you?”
He lets out a soft laugh, wrapping his finger around mine. “Yeah, Oak. I pinky promise, no more hiding from each other.”
Then he uses our connection to pull me to him, stepping in until he’s close enough to lean down for a quick but passionate kiss. His mouth on mine reminds me of expensive champagne, leaving my lips tingling and my head a little fuzzy as he wraps his arms around my hips to grab my ass once more.
But then his hands keep moving and he’s using his grip on me to hoist me up until I’m over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
I burst out laughing. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Taking you to be fucked.”
“And I couldn’t walk there myself?”Not that I’m complaining, I have a great view of his ass from here.
“Nah, you said I shouldn’t hold back, and this is what I want. To throw you over my shoulder and have my way with you,” he teases. His voice is strong, and he doesn’t seem to be struggling with the effort to hold me.Why is that so hot?
“I could get used to this, ya know. You carrying me around.”
“Say the word and I’ll have you wrapped around me all day,” he promises.
I love the sound of that, and how easily he agreed, but that might not be the most practical plan. “Maybe not at work,” I concede. “Or before we tell everyone about us.”
We’re in the bathroom now, so he sets me down gently on the counter before turning on the water to warm up the shower for us “So, when it’s just the two of us then?” he checks. “No more walking for you?”
I smile up at him, blinking in an exaggeratedly innocent way as he walks up to me again, legs between mine. He leans into my space, resting an arm against the mirror behind me.
“I meant it. I think you’re the only person I could ever love.” He runs the tip of his nose up mine, closing his eyes and just breathing me in as he explains. “I’ve been talking to Adrian aboutall of the different labels that are out there, and I think I’m on the Ace spectrum, maybe demisexual.”
It’s hard to focus with him surrounding me like this, but I also think that this conversation might be important, so I try to work on steady breathing as I meet his gaze, managing to ask, “What does that mean?”
