“Deal,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers. I smile and then gently touch her lips with mine. I start slowly, barely touching her and I kiss her bottom lip. I hear a loud breath release from her, and I know she won’t last long. I lick her lips softly, parting them open so I can touch her tongue. I brush the tip of my tongue against hers, and I feel her body melt underneath mine. The second time I rub my tongue against hers, it’s with more force, and I feel her tongue start to mold into the movement.
I pull back and smile. “Ha!”
“That’s not fair. I want to try again!” She giggles, and takes a deep breath, trying to get serious again.
“One more time.” I’ll take any reason to kiss her. This time, I tangle my hands in her knotty hair, bringing my mouth to hers a little bit harder. I suck her lip into my mouth and love the tiny moan she lets out. I feel her lips start to suck my top lip into her mouth, and I start shaking in laughter.
“You suck at this.”
“Okay. Okay. One more time!”
I don’t agree, I just plunge my tongue into her mouth and grind my hips against her thigh. She doesn’t even attempt to stop herself from kissing me back this time. Her tongue clashes with mine just as fiercely. I slide my hand under her shirt, fingers brushing her stomach lightly. She shivers gently under my touch, and it drives me fucking insane.
Three weeks have gone by since I got her to open up to me, and every single minute of every single day is consumed with thoughts of her. Every unguarded reaction or emotion I get from her is another reason to love her even more. I’m in love with my best friend, and having her love me back is the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.
Especially when she quivers like that when I touch her. Fucking incredible.
I slide my hands up her stomach and relish the feel of her delicate skin under my rough hands. She never filches from the coarse contact, she always moans, trembles, or breaks out in chills. It’s so sexy.
“Mmmm… no bra?” I ask, fingers tracing the underside of her breast. A small smile forms on her lips and her green eyes are encumbered with lust.
“I was planning on going to bed soon,” she says breathily. I look over at the clock on the night stand.
“It’s seven thirty, are you serious?”
“Yes. Not all of us can live on four hours of sleep.”
“And sex…. Four hours of sleep and a lot of hot, passionate, vigorous, and wild sex with you.” I graze my mouth over her cheek, jaw, and neck, biting and sucking on the skin below her jaw.
“I have to wake up early tomorrow to get everything ready for Brooke’s baby shower.”
“Do you have to? You can stay home with me all day. I promise what I have in mind is a hell of a lot better than a baby shower,” I mumble into her skin. I pull up her top so I have better access to her chest.
Fucking perfect tits. I clamp my mouth around one of her nipples, and Josie pushes her chest up to me some more, letting out a purring noise. I love the way her skin gets tauter as I swirl my tongue around it and bring it between my teeth. She moans louder the harder I nibble. I move to her other breast and do the same to that one.
Her hands grip my hair and her breathing is quick, deliquescing under my touch easily and beautifully. She’s the fucking embodiment of perfection.
“I can’t...,” she answers, huskily. I groan with her nipple still in my mouth, and she tremors from the vibration on her sensitive skin.
I lick both nipples again, and then move back to her mouth. “Move in with me, Pussy Cat,” I tell her for the hundredth time. She closes her eyes and smiles, still not giving me an answer. Every day I ask, and every day she doesn’t give me a straight answer. She’s practically moved into this room with me anyway, staying here every night since she told me she loved me, but I want her to say yes. She’s still worried that I may not want her, so she hasn’t given me an answer yet.
She will. And it will be yes.
“A smile! We’re getting closer to a yes.” She chuckles and lifts her hips up to mine, ready for me to finish what I started. I kiss her jaw, and grind my hips against her. “You have a tampon in?”
“Would you take it out if I did?”
I laugh. “I really love you, Pussy Cat. Like more than you will ever know, but hell no.”
“I read a book once where the guy did that.”
“I’ll buy them for you any day, but I’m not taking that shit out.” She laughs with the prettiest smile on her face. Her eyes crinkle and slant a little more than they already are, and she’s got a dimple on her right cheek.
“I had a feeling you weren’t done with me today, so I took it out when I changed.”
“Mmmm pretty and smart… how did I get so lucky?” I kiss her smiling lips, and it doesn’t take long before she’s moaning again from the way I touch her. I lean up and take off my shirt. It’s exhilarating how her hand automatically reaches out to run over my chest, ribs, and stomach. Her hands scorch my skin and leave a searing mark that’ll guarantee I could never be with another girl and feel even a fraction of what I feel when Josie touches me. Her thumb glides over my piercing, and her other hand runs over the muscles in my arm.
“I’ve been asking myself the same question…,” she says quietly, eyes still roaming over my body. I pull her up, and take the bottom of her shirt and drag it up her body. I fling it on the floor and my hands are on her as soon as they are free. I move us so she’s straddling my lap, grinding against my arousal and kissing me zealously. I slide my hand down her back, until they reach the band of her sweats.
“Take these off,” I tell her, gruffly. She gets up, not needing me to persuade her any further, and takes them off. I get off the bed and take off my jeans and boxers, then walk behind her as she takes off her sexy black panties. She’s shivering before I even touch her. I wrap my arms around her, and grab her breasts, teasing them in my hands while my mouth trails kisses along her shoulder.
I push my hand on her back and make her bend forward on the bed. I run my hands down her smooth skin, until they reach her backside. I cup her ass in my hands, moaning as she bends her back to give me more to play with. She’s the perfect height to fuck like this. I slide my dick between her thighs, and enter her tight wet hole easily.
She lets out a cry as I slide all the way in, and I close my eyes to savor the tightness. Then, I get a good grip on the sides of her hips and pound into her raucously. She jerks forward with each thrust, and cries out my name. Ugh, my name on her lips is the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
I pull her hips into mine, going deeper with each thrust. Her hands make fists on the blanket as she tries to hold onto something while I take her on a glorious ride. I love the way my dick looks sliding in and out of her, and her ass looks sexy as hell clutched in my hands and bouncing off my cock. Josie moves her feet so her thighs touch, making her cunt feel even tighter.
“Oh, fuck, Jos…,” I rumble through clenched teeth. She just triggered an overload of lust. I grab a fistful of her hair that’s still tied up, and pull my head next to her ear. She moans loudly and the perfect sound makes my dick throb harder. “Say it, baby.”
“I love you,” she whimpers, letting out another scream when thrust harder into her pussy. I move my hand in front of her and press on her clit. She doesn’t need much because she’s shaking in my arms within a few seconds of touching her. After I know she’s satisfied, I fill her fucking perfect pussy with my come, leaning my head against her back and groaning.
“Oh my god, Seth. I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life, ever.” She drones under me, and it makes me grin. Cocky? Sure. Do I care? Fuck no.
I pull out, and pick her up in my arms. I carry her to the bathroom and turn on the shower, placing her on her feet again when I know the temperature is good. Her demeanor, face, eyes, and body are tranquil as she leans into the shower spray. She looks gorgeous, water droplets glistening against her skin, eyes closed as she enjoys the feel of the shower, and a satisfied grin p
laying on her lips. I step up behind her and hug her now-wet body, needing to hold her again.
“So, what were you going to tell me when you walked in?” she asks after a few minutes. I reach over and grab her body wash, lathering it in my hands before running them over her shoulders.
“I was doing research on your dreams.” She still has nightmares at night. They don’t seem to be as horrifying as they were before, but she still has the same dream every night, and I feel helpless every time she has to suffer through them.
“Was said research conducted on WebMD?” I pinch her arm, and she yelps and chuckles.
“Well, it’s where the finest scholars do their research, you know.” She giggles harder, but she stops when I run the soap over her breasts, and leans into me again. “Anyway, smartass, it said what you’re probably going through is PTSD.”
“I guess… from the abortion, you mean?”
“Yeah. Blake must have triggered the emotions you were trying to keep away after you got the abortion, and that’s probably why you’ve been having nightmares ever since that night. That, plus you used to have nightmares about being raped, so those entangled with the new nightmare.”
“Okay…” she elongates the end of the word, not sure what else to say. I grab some more soap, and take my time washing her stomach and back.
“And since you refuse to go see a counselor or therapist…,” I start.
“Seth, we talked about this. I don’t want it interfering with the possibility of getting the guidance counseling position at school next year.” I really don’t think it’ll affect it, but I don’t know much about that, so I let it go.
“I know, Pussy Cat… well, I read up on a couple of ways to help.” I kneel down in front of her, and work the soap from the top of her thighs, down her legs. “It’s important that you try to change the dream. You need to alter how it plays out. If you picture the new dream throughout the day, then it can work its way into your nightmare at night.”
I repeat the process on her other leg, taking my time to learn every part of her body.
“Just change it? How do I even do that?”
“Replace things. Instead of Michael choking you, think of you dads hugging you.” I pick up each of her feet and scrub them while she holds onto my shoulders. “Personally my ideal change would be for you to take that knife and stab Blake with it, but I’m not sure that would solve too much.”
I stand up and grab for the bottle again. She chuckles lightly, understanding my humor completely. I smirk, and run the soap over her front again.
“It also said to make sure you go to bed peacefully. Clear your mind and make sure that you’re completely relaxed.” I move my hand past her belly button, and circle the birthmark on her hip. I lean into her and kiss her wet lips. “And I think I know how to make sure you’re like that every single night.”
I move my soapy hands between her thighs and wash her. She grips my shoulder tightly, while I rub my hands over her pussy and ass. I clean her thoroughly. Trust me, when I say thoroughly. By the time I’m done, she’s breathing heavily again, and she’s got another look of contentment in her eyes.
She’s so beautiful. There’s no doubt in my mind that I want her for the rest of my life. For as long as our souls thrive beyond this life, I will forever be entwined with her, wanting and needing her in order to survive.
She reaches for my soap and scrubs it in her hands, and starts on my body.
This girl is so going to be relaxed before she goes to sleep tonight.
Chapter 22
Josie
It’s hard to look at all this baby stuff and not feel a twinge of pain and guilt stabbing my heart.
I put a tack in the last streamer, and feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I take a look around the room I decorated, and it looks like cotton candy threw up all over the place. Pink and blue decorations cover the space, turning the drab living room into an expectant mother’s wonderland. Baby related pictures, games, food, and presents make it clear that this is a baby shower. I know Brooke will love it, especially when she sees the baby pictures I got of her and Brandon. Brandon convinced Brooke to wait on learning the sex of the baby¸ so the decorations had to cater to either a boy or girl.
“Oh my god! This is so cute, Josie!” Brooke’s friend, Michelle exclaims. Michelle is tall, has beautiful curly chestnut hair, and is a lot like Brooke’s other friends- flighty and only consumed with thoughts of make-up and clothes. I don’t judge them, but it’s sometimes surprising that Brooke and I are such close friends when I’m nothing like her other friends. Michelle walks in carrying the cake I told her to go pick up, and sets it on the table I have reserved for desserts. She agreed to let us have the baby shower at her house, which made my job easier because it meant that I had extra hands and a place to get messy that wasn’t my own.
“Yeah it looks pretty good. Thanks for the help,” I say, opening the box to the cake to make sure the bakery didn’t mess it up. It’s a cute baby’s butt covered with a yellow blanket, and baby toes peeking through. Very adorable.
I sigh, heavy hearted, and go to throw away some of the trash I had from opening the decorations. I hear a cluster of voices, and I know that the guests are arriving. I take a deep breath and try to push away the pain. This is Brooke’s day, not mine.
I check my phone and smile when I see a text from Seth. It’s his morning text, even though he’s been up for a few hours.
Seth: I absolutely love the way you smack your lips in your sleep
Before I can respond, I hear Brooke’s voice clear as day as soon as she walks into the space. “Oh my god!” she squeals. I breathe out a laugh, and head back to the living room to enter the baby zone. Brooke’s already at the food table, looking at the different appetizers and treats for the shower. She’s wearing a tight purple sweater dress and black leggings with boots. It’s only been a week since I last saw her, but her stomach has grown even more. She’s definitely waddling now, her biggest pregnancy fear, but she’s so stinking cute when she does it.
She wobbles up to me and I try to hold back a laugh. It’s the end of October so she’s only got a little over a month left in her pregnancy. She’s going to be a mommy soon. She tries to give me a hug, but she has to move her stomach to the side so I can get a good grip on her.
“Thank you,” she says kindly, tears in her eyes.
“I love you, Brooke. I’m so happy for you.” She pulls back and grins, wiping the tears that had started.
“God, I cry all the freaking time!” she complains. “It looks so great! And this cake is totally cute!”
“Yes, very… charming,” says a voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. I should have known better than to allow someone else be in charge of the invitations. I look next to me and see Alice observing the room, and listening in on our conversation.
I want to punch the bitch. I don’t really have a reason why… I just do.
Okay I do have a reason. I really didn’t like the way she looked at Seth the last time I saw her. Does that warrant a punch to her perfectly sculpted nose? I think so, but Brooke and other people in society may not.
“Hi, Josie,” she says, smiling at me. Seth’s southern accent is sexy. When Brooke’s accent comes out, it’s cute. But this bitch… this bitch’s accent makes my ears bleed.
“Hey.” I take a step back and try to think of something else I can do instead of staying in this conversation. Brooke is already scarfing down some more food, and isn’t paying any attention. Alice comes closer to me and gets in my space.
“So… too bad this is an all-girls party. I would have liked to see your sexy friend again.” I don’t want to girl talk with this person, and I sure as hell don’t want her talking to me about my boyfriend.
“Thought you and Blake were together,” I say, trying to transfer the conversation somewhere else. If she brings up Seth again, I’m gonna punch her.
“Oh! Sweetheart, Blake and I hook up on and off all the time. No
thing official, don’t you worry.”
“I’m not,” I say honestly. I worry about her sights on my man. “Did you two hook up while he and I were dating?” For the first time in a while I think of Blake, and it’s a fleeting realization that I really no longer care about him with other women or with Alice.
I look around the room trying to find something else to do, but everything’s perfect and I can’t think of an excuse to leave. She looks at me with a knowing glint in her eyes and a smirk playing on her perfectly plump lips. Nothing I wasn’t suspicious of before, but it stings a little.
“I guess it doesn’t matter about keeping it a secret now that y’all split…,” she trails off, implication obvious.
“Guess not.”
“So…,” she starts. I roll my eyes, knowing this is only going to get worse. “Your friend, the one Blake was always bitching about, is he single?”
I clench my fist at my side, seconds away from punching her.
“Because he looks like a player… someone I could have fun with, if you know what I mean,” she continues, winking at me. Where the hell does this girl get the idea that I want to talk to her? And why the hell is she talking about Seth like that? He’s so much more than a goddamn hook up for a slutty girl. I scrunch my fist tighter and get ready to raise my arm to hit her when I hear the door open and shut loudly. The voice that follows, calms my boiling blood and makes me smile.
“Kitty, Kitty! Where are you?” Seth’s voice rings out loudly into the room. For once I don’t care about the ridiculous nickname. “I know you’re here!” I hear some girl bitch about how there aren’t supposed to be any guys here, but he looks at her like she’s crazy and continues his search for me. My fist relaxes, and he pushes past someone, getting me in his line of vision. He grins widely, and swaggers up to me.
I giggle as he comes to me and wraps me in his arms, making a show of bending me over and kissing me in front of the room. When he pulls me back up, he picks me up so I’m forced to wrap my legs around him.
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