breakup should have messed with her. They dated for a long time. So I let her have her space. But I couldn’t be away from her for long. And when I was carrying her inside, I wanted to be even closer to her. I didn’t care that she was drunk, or that she might puke on me, which she did. That’s what friends are for, having each other’s backs, and even though I’ve been thinking of all the things I’d like to do with her while she’s on her back, friendship trumps desire.
I brush her hair off her cheek and I get that warm sensation in my chest again. I want her so badly that I can barely see straight, but I have no idea why I want her now, after all these years. I chew on the thought awhile and realize I’m stroking her hair and it feels really good. Soft and familiar. I think my feelings for her began to change the second I realized that Kyle had cheated on her. I had more than a visceral reaction to the hurt in her eyes. I wanted to be the man in her life. I wanted to protect her, to show her how she deserved to be loved. To make up for the hurt Kyle laid on her.
But that’s not a good thing.
I’m not good at relationships.
Cassidy is very good at relationships.
I would end up doing something stupid and hurting her and then I’d lose my best friend. I can’t chance that.
She breathes in deeply and stretches. Her breasts press against my chest, and her hips put enough pressure on mine to get me hard again. I shift on the bed, and she gazes up at me, blinking the sleep out of her gorgeous eyes.
“Hey,” she says sleepily, then presses her hand to her forehead. “Ouch.”
“The morning after kind of sucks.” I regretfully move out from under her, trying to cool the heat racing through my body.
She looks around the room, and her brow wrinkles in confusion. She looks down at what she’s wearing and her hand slips down and covers her eyes.
“Did I puke?”
“Yup.” I lean back against the dresser and cross my ankles, hoping my jeans camouflage my hard-on.
“Oh Lord.” Her eyes are still covered. “Did we…?” She spreads her fingers and peeks out from between them.
She’s so cute it makes me laugh.
She cringes. “Really?”
I laugh again, because why on earth would she jump to that conclusion? I have to tease her a little bit. “I spent the night fending off your advances.”
She falls onto her back and lays her arm over her eyes. “Oh no. Dragon breath and all? That must have been attractive.”
I smell coffee and realize that the others must be awake. I debate torturing her a little more, but then I decide that it would just be cruel, so I sit on the edge of the bed and move her arm from her eyes.
She closes her eyes tight. “Don’t look at me.”
“I like to look at you.” I steal a glance and immediately regret it. My T-shirt is hiked up above her panties, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my dick. I get up and go into the bathroom without a word, turn on the cold water, and spend the next five minutes freezing the image of Cassidy Lowell lying in my bed in her pink panties out of my head.
Five icy minutes later, when that doesn’t help, I take five more minutes to jerk off so I can function again.
Make that ten minutes.
When I come out of the bathroom Cassidy is gone. I assume she’s gone to her bedroom. I have a towel around my waist and I am pulling a pair of boxers and shorts from my drawer when I hear Ashley and Delilah laughing. I peer into the hallway.
They’re hanging on to each other’s arms, whispering and laughing.
“Mornin’, girls.”
Ashley turns around and her eyes hang on my chest.
Delilah bumps her with her elbow. “He’s my brother.”
Ashley shakes her head. “I wasn’t staring because I like him, although he is hot. I told you that I paint. I was thinking about how great it would be to paint him.”
“That’s a new one,” I say jokingly as I walk back into my bedroom and close the door. I’m glad Delilah has a friend, and as I
I brush her hair off her cheek and I get that warm sensation in my chest again. I want her so badly that I can barely see straight, but I have no idea why I want her now, after all these years. I chew on the thought awhile and realize I’m stroking her hair and it feels really good. Soft and familiar. I think my feelings for her began to change the second I realized that Kyle had cheated on her. I had more than a visceral reaction to the hurt in her eyes. I wanted to be the man in her life. I wanted to protect her, to show her how she deserved to be loved. To make up for the hurt Kyle laid on her.
But that’s not a good thing.
I’m not good at relationships.
Cassidy is very good at relationships.
I would end up doing something stupid and hurting her and then I’d lose my best friend. I can’t chance that.
She breathes in deeply and stretches. Her breasts press against my chest, and her hips put enough pressure on mine to get me hard again. I shift on the bed, and she gazes up at me, blinking the sleep out of her gorgeous eyes.
“Hey,” she says sleepily, then presses her hand to her forehead. “Ouch.”
“The morning after kind of sucks.” I regretfully move out from under her, trying to cool the heat racing through my body.
She looks around the room, and her brow wrinkles in confusion. She looks down at what she’s wearing and her hand slips down and covers her eyes.
“Did I puke?”
“Yup.” I lean back against the dresser and cross my ankles, hoping my jeans camouflage my hard-on.
“Oh Lord.” Her eyes are still covered. “Did we…?” She spreads her fingers and peeks out from between them.
She’s so cute it makes me laugh.
She cringes. “Really?”
I laugh again, because why on earth would she jump to that conclusion? I have to tease her a little bit. “I spent the night fending off your advances.”
She falls onto her back and lays her arm over her eyes. “Oh no. Dragon breath and all? That must have been attractive.”
I smell coffee and realize that the others must be awake. I debate torturing her a little more, but then I decide that it would just be cruel, so I sit on the edge of the bed and move her arm from her eyes.
She closes her eyes tight. “Don’t look at me.”
“I like to look at you.” I steal a glance and immediately regret it. My T-shirt is hiked up above her panties, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my dick. I get up and go into the bathroom without a word, turn on the cold water, and spend the next five minutes freezing the image of Cassidy Lowell lying in my bed in her pink panties out of my head.
Five icy minutes later, when that doesn’t help, I take five more minutes to jerk off so I can function again.
Make that ten minutes.
When I come out of the bathroom Cassidy is gone. I assume she’s gone to her bedroom. I have a towel around my waist and I am pulling a pair of boxers and shorts from my drawer when I hear Ashley and Delilah laughing. I peer into the hallway.
They’re hanging on to each other’s arms, whispering and laughing.
“Mornin’, girls.”
Ashley turns around and her eyes hang on my chest.
Delilah bumps her with her elbow. “He’s my brother.”
Ashley shakes her head. “I wasn’t staring because I like him, although he is hot. I told you that I paint. I was thinking about how great it would be to paint him.”
“That’s a new one,” I say jokingly as I walk back into my bedroom and close the door. I’m glad Delilah has a friend, and as I
Similar Books
