Page 56 of More Than a Friend
After Ava putsthe kids to bed, she joins me on the couch. I’ve barely gotten my rage settled, but I know it’s going to spike again after she relays what happened with her douche of an ex.
One thing men have is audacity.
Too much audacity in his case.
Ava recounts the events from earlier. The shitty things Shea said, basically admitting to cheating on her, and then wanting her back. If I weren’t so sure of our relationship—ofher—I would be worried she would go back to him for the kids’ sake. But we have a strong relationship already. Even before we started dating, she never would have gone back to him. I’m sure of it.
“Are the kids okay? Did they hear your… interaction with Shea?” I ask as she snuggles into my side, finished with her rant.
“Gus heard him say some terrible things at lunch today, so he had some questions. I answered as best I can, and I asked him if he was okay if you and I started dating. He wanted to know if it meant he had to go live with his dad all the time. I told him it just meant you’d be over more often, and he was happy to hear it. Heasked if it means we are going to hold hands and kiss. I told him we would, and he’s okay with that, too.”
“Bigotry and hatred are learned, not something we’re born with. If we still need to take things slow?—”
“No. No, slow doesn’t feel right for us anymore. It was agonizing to watch you leave today, Sky. I was only going slow so the kids weren’t overwhelmed with changes, but I think I didn’t give them enough credit.”
She takes a deep breath, then sits up and turns to face me. “I love you more than I ever thought possible, Skylar. We’ve had thirteen years to build a solid foundation together. Even though we’re just barely starting to add the romance in, it all feels so right. When I look into the future, you’re there with me. I don’t want to waste any more time trying to go at the pace society tells us we need to. I want to go at a speed that feels right forus.Not what feels right for someone else.”
“I love you, too, Ava. Leaving today was hard for me, too. All I wanted was to stick around and help you with the kids. I want to be here to help in the mornings and carpool to work together. I want it all with you, Ava.”
“When is your lease up?”
“April, why?”
“Mine is up in May. Move in with me? Let’s find a place we can make our own.”
My heart is fit to burst right out of my chest. I know this is fast, but I don’t care. I take her face in my hands and kiss her hard. “Yes. Let’s do it,” I say against her lips.
I feel her answering smile before she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me back in.
Who would have thought the girl I’ve been in love with for almost half my life, my best friend, would ever love me back?
After a hot, PG-13 make-out session on her couch, I begrudgingly part from her so I can go back to my house since we have work in the morning.
Even though we’ve just agreed to move in together, I spend the night looking at rings.
I can’t wait to make her my wife.
EPILOGUE
Ava
One year later…
“Oh, fuck. Please, please, please,”I mewl, writhing on Skylar’s fingers.
The hand not currently inside me covers my mouth, and Sky releases my clit from between her lush lips to tsk at me.
“If you can’t be quiet, baby, I’m not going to let you come. Are you going to be a good girl and be quiet?”
I nod against her hand and cant my hips up, trying to urge her mouth back to my pussy. She’s been edging me for what feels like hours. Pulling back when I get close, and I’m one lost orgasm away from crying.
“Good,” she says, her hot breath fanning my slick pussy lips. She crooks her fingers again, starting a slow, leisurely pace against my G-spot while her tongue flicks at my abused clit.
Her hand moves off my mouth, and I can’t keep myself quiet, so I cover it with my own hand as she picks up the pace. I canfeel the orgasm, tingling between my hips, ready to be released—if Sky ever fucking lets me.
“Sky, please,” I whisper.
She doesn’t answer with words. Because, of course, she doesn’t. She just continues her pace, expertly wringing pleasure from me like no one ever has before—not that I have much to compare to.
