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“That’s Friendly.”
“Oh, I can be very friendly,” he says with a grin. “But who’s the dog?”
“No, I mean the dog wasnamedFriendly. She was my first pet.“
He laughs. “Kidding, honey. I got it the first time.” He presses a palm down over my tattoo. “Don’t watch, doggo. I’m about to go down on your master.”
I moan. “The things that come out of your mouth.”
“Yeah, I don’t think you mind ‘em too much.” Weston gives me a sexy wink—an actual wink—and then he lowers his mouth to my?—
Oh God. “Oh GOD.” That tongue. He’s shameless. It’s a struggle to relax against the bed as he licks and kisses me. My toes curl, and my hips roll. It’s so good. Nobody has ever lavished so much attention on me.
Never. Ever.
I just hope I’m not too sad when it’s over.
CHAPTER 17
I FEEL LIKE A SUPERHERO
WESTON
Mr. Smooth has fled the building again. And the way I feel right now, I don’t even remember the sound of his voice. All that’s left is this babbling, crazy guy who can’t calm down.
Who could blame me? There’s a goddess spread out in front of me, every curve ripe for touching and teasing. I’m driving her wild, and I feel like a superhero. If the superhero were a super horny college guy who’s fallen deeply in like with his fake girlfriend.
I tease my thumb in a slow circle around her clit and try not to hump the bed. I feel loose and wild tonight. Part of it is pent-up sexual desire. I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment to arrive.
But I’m weirdly nervous, too. I want to please her so badly.
“OmigodWeston!” Abbi pants, clutching my hair.
“Is there something you want?” I tease, sliding a finger inside.
She moans.
Jesus Christ, I’m so revved up. Who knew that a bit of a dry spell could ruin a man’s restraint?
Crawling back up her body, I grab for the condom I’d retrieved from my jacket as I got undressed. I roll it on while she watches with big, hungry eyes.
I’m a good lover. A confident, generous lay.Usually. Right now I feel like a nervous teenager on prom night. This is momentous. It’sbig. And I’m not referring to Little Mr. Smooth, although he’s harder than ever.
It’s because Abbi and I are such close friends, right? That must be why my heart is thumping like a kick drum right now. I care about her happiness, because I’m a good friend.
These are the thoughts bouncing around in my stunned head as I melt back down onto Abbi’s supple body. I drop kisses on her shoulders. On her neck. Wherever I want. And that’s a lot of places, apparently. I can’t believe that I’m finally allowed to drag my lips across her flat belly, and then suck lightly on the tips of her dusky nipples.
God, I’m so hungry for her. And it must be mutual, because Abbi spreads her legs in invitation. “Please,” she whispers. “You know you want to.”
I let out a helpless groan, because she isn’t wrong. Then I grab the base of my cock and squeeze tightly, trying to calm myself down. Usually the tight grip of the condom does the trick, but tonight all bets are off.
Come on, Mr. Smooth!Why has he deserted me at this crucial hour?
I give Abbi a confident smile nonetheless. Then I slide right into her tight heat. It feels so good that I close my eyes momentarily, just to appreciate the sensation of our joining.
“Oh yessss,” she breathes. Her silky hands find my chest, and she wraps her legs possessively around my ass.
My eyes flip open to find hers watching me. She looks breathless and a little stunned, which is just how I feel too. “Wow,” I say stupidly. It’s pretty much the only thought in my brain at this point.
