More Than Friends

by Tabetha Thompson

  I help Chloe off the bed and pull her close to me, reveling in the way her body fits perfectly against mine, like we were made for each other. Queens’ “I Was Born to Love You” starts playing in my mind.

  I lean my head down and place my lips on hers. What starts as sweet and gentle, quickly turns into hot and demanding. Chloe grinds against me, causing a low growl to rip through my chest. I grip her hips and Chloe releases a hiss, reminding me that she’s still fragile. I step back and look at her through concerned eyes, my arms still supporting the majority of her weight

  Chloe leans forward a bit, and between gritted teeth, says, “I’m okay. I just moved wrong or something. I felt a sharp ache in my ribs.”

  Guilt consumes me. How could I allow my own selfish needs to come before hers? I’m such an asshole. Taking her face in my hands, I lift her chin to look me in the eyes. “Baby, I’m so, so very sorry. Do I need to call Sally?”

  “No, I’m okay. I just really need that shower,” she says mildly.

  “Okay, baby. Come on.” I slowly guide Chloe to the bathroom, mindful of her injuries.

  I immediately notice the bench in the handicapped shower stall when we walk into the bathroom and I survey the room. “Chloe, are you sure you’re up to this?” I ask, knowing this will probably wear her out. She nods in reply and is working that lovely lip again.

  “Stop that before you make it bleed.” I lean into her and capture her lips with mine, successfully freeing the battered lip. Against every instinct I have, I break the kiss and untie the small bows on the back of her hospital gown. The gown drops, and Chloe is standing naked before me.

  I’ve said this a million times already, but she is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, even with her skin a discolored green and yellow. I’m completely in awe of this woman. Her strength and beauty leave me breathless.

  I once again place my mouth on hers, allowing myself to indulge in her, but break the kiss after a few moments. She gives a slight whimper at the broken connection, and my pride swells. When she looks into my eyes, it’s my undoing. Those eyes tell me so much more in this moment than ever before. I feel loved, cherished, wanted, and needed for the first time in my life. No one has ever made me feel these types of feelings before.

  Supporting Chloe with one hand on her hip and leaning around her, I turn the water on and adjust the temperature. When the water is warm enough, I help Chloe to the bench. I start to walk into the shower fully clothed, but she stops me.

  “You’re getting in the shower with your clothes on?” She looks at me like I’m crazy.

  “Well, yeah,” I reply.

  “But, your clothes…they’re going to be soaked,” she says quickly, I notice the shakiness in her voice.

  “I have more in my bag,” I shrug, unconcerned.

  “Oh.” My beautiful girl looks disappointed and it makes me smile. I immediately strip down to nothing.

  The water feels amazing, but what feels better is the love of my life’s naked, perfect body pressed against mine. The softness of her skin, and the curves of her body light my skin on fire. This woman is definitely going to be the death of me.

  “Baby, I’m going to get your bag. Sit tight and don’t move, okay?” She nods. I quickly grab a towel off the towel rod and wrap it around my hips. Peeking out of the bathroom to ensure we’re the only ones in the room, I quickly grab Chloe’s and my bag, setting them right inside the bathroom.

  I go back to the main room and search for my phone. I grab my cell and notice a missed message from Detective Sanders.

  Going to be longer. Maybe two hours or so. Got a lead. Call with more details later.

  I quickly shoot a text back to him. That’s cool. We moved to a new room. Getting C settled in. Call when you’re on the way. I don’t wait for a reply.

  I toss my phone on the bed and walk back into the bathroom. I drop the towel to the floor, dig through Chloe’s bag, and find the lavender bath gel Sara packed for her.

  I step into the shower, and silently observe Chloe still sitting on the bench, eyes closed and head back, enjoying the warm spray of the water. She’s waiting for me and it’s almost too much. The constant flowing trail of water raining down between her full breasts, down her body, and the small rivers flowing to the V between her legs... it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

  I stand in front of her and uncap the shower gel, pouring a generous amount into my hand. Chloe opens her eyes. Her lazy gaze lingers on my face for a moment before she slowly moves her eyes down my body, and stops at my solid and heavy erection. Her breathing becomes labored; her irises are now a dark forest green instead of her usual teal, and it excites me.

  I kneel in front of her and begin massaging the gel into her body, starting at her hands, and making my way up her arms. It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to pull her to me and take her on the floor.

  Chloe’s now parted lips release a moan of pleasure that vibrates through me. Having washed both arms, I get up and move to sit behind her. I part my legs so she’s nestled between them, my erection rests heavily on the small of her back. The warmth of her skin on mine causes my cock to throb in time with the beat of my heart.

  I rub the shower gel into her back and shoulders, concentrating on working out the tense muscles instead of my nagging inner animal demanding to be released.

  Chloe releases moan after moan. She reaches behind her and grabs both of my soap filled hands, pulling them to her breasts. I cup both of them and start to gently massage. Apparently, my gentleness isn’t to her satisfaction, because she takes my hands in hers and squeezes my hands tighter on her full mounds. She starts moving her hips against the bench, aching for relief, and I can definitely sympathize with her.

  I run my tongue against the outer edge of her ear, and she releases a shuddered breath. I may not be able to have sex right now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of my girl, the voice of reason echoes in my mind, while I slide one hand down her tight stomach, inching towards her needy folds.

  My fingers finally find their destination. As soon as my hand makes contact with the outside of her sex, Chloe presses herself against it, desperately seeking her release.

  She’s wedged between my palm and the hardness of my shaft. The smooth, warm skin pressed against mine is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. So smooth, soft, slick, and warm. My breathing speeds up. I part the swollen lips of her sex and gently stroke her sensitive nub.

  Her body begins trembling and she moans my name on an unsteady whisper. “I need you, Skye,” Chloe cries out.

  “Tell me what you need, baby,” I demand as I massage her throbbing core.

  “More!” she screams.

  “More what, baby. Tell me.” I love it when she talks to me like this.

  “I need you inside me.” My dick jumps at the thought.

  “Like this?” I ask as I slide two fingers inside her. I feel her sex clench my soaked digits.

  “God, yes!” Chloe grinds harder, completely unashamed.

  I slowly remove my fingers, as she whimpers in protest. I swiftly move from behind her and kneel between her trembling thighs. Those whimpers quickly turn into sounds of satisfaction when I place my tongue where my fingers were only seconds ago.

  While licking and sucking on her clit, I slowly push my fingers inside of her. Fuck, she’s tight. All too soon, Chloe begins to breathe harder, saying my name over and over again, like a quiet prayer. Her sex tightens around my finger as she begins to tremble. Evidence of her orgasm flows from her at the same time her pleasured moans echo off the tiled walls. I suck on her swollen clit harder, keeping the pace of my fingers steady until her orgasm has completely subsided.

  Placing one last kiss on her wetness, I lean back, so very proud of myself, and grin. The look on her face fills me with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. Chloe is leaned against the wall with a relaxed expression plastered across her angelic face.

  “Come here,”
Chloe demands. Her voice is feral, the words come out like a growl. I scramble quickly to her side.

  “Are you okay, baby?” I ask, afraid I’d hurt her.

  “Perfect. That was amazing,” she laughs. I move to sit next to her and before I realize it, my hard, throbbing shaft is trapped in her soft, warm hand. Chloe begins moving her hand up and down at a slow, agonizing pace. Jesus, the things this woman does to me. I can’t think straight. I can’t move and I damn sure don’t want to attempt to. Chloe slowly straddles me, careful not to injure herself, and puts her lips against mine.

  Her skillful tongue dances with mine. The shower seems to be getting hotter and hotter by the second. I capture more of her moans in my mouth, and it pushes me closer to the edge. I can feel myself straining and pulsating in her tight fist. She presses herself into me as if she’s trying to merge us into one person.

  Concern comes back, making me feel guilty. “Baby, not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing?” I try to stop her, but my little temptress is determined.

  Without a word, she lifts herself carefully and I notice her wince. “Chloe, stop! It’s not worth hurting yourself.” Wrong words, asshole, I think to myself. “That didn’t come out right. You know what I meant, though. I don’t want you to get hurt.” I try to correct my statement.

  She releases me and places her fingers against my lips to silence me. “I’m not a piece of glass, baby. I won’t break. I’m just a little sore. The only thing hurting me now, is this need for you that has been consuming me since before I even woke. Only you can heal that ache, Skye. Only you...always.” She gives me a sinfully sexy smirk and continues. “Now, if you’re done worrying, I have a job for you.”

  “Oh, really? And what would that be exactly?” Once again, our mouths crash into each other’s.

  “Mmmm,” Chloe moans against my mouth, and the sound sends vibrations throughout my entire body.

  “I need you inside of me, Skye. Deep inside of me.” Kiss. “Filling me.” Kiss. “Stretching me.” Another kiss. “I want to feel myself explode around your hard, throbbing dick.” This woman is going to be my undoing.

  Chloe gracefully lifts her battered body and slides easily onto me. Slowly taking all of me. I can already tell this isn’t going to last long. My angel rocks back and forth on me, angling her hips enough for me to slide my hand between us to massage her clit.

  As I predicted, it doesn’t take her long to start throbbing around me. I apply a little more pressure to her clit and move my fingers faster until Chloe’s nails start digging into my thighs, which only spurs me on more. She begins rocking faster, her sex locked on my cock like a vise.

  “OH GOD...SKYE!” Chloe screams so loud I’m sure the entire fourth floor can hear her.

  “That’s it, baby. That feel good?” I ask her.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she screams.

  I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking on it hard. The growl Chloe releases lets me know she likes it.

  “Oh, fuck!” she screams. Her sex spasms and sends me over the edge. I release her nipple, pull her to me, and grind into her while a million little stars cloud my vision, careful not to hurt her. I can feel the muscles in her sex quivering. It’s the most amazing feeling in the world.

  Chloe’s body begins to shiver. “You cold, baby?” I ask.

  “Um, far from cold,” she gives a nervous laugh.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up. The detective will be here soon,” I say.

  Chloe climbs off me, and groans as I slide out of her. I know how she feels. If I had it my way, we’d stay connected like this forever.

  I’m still panting when Skye stands up and shuts the water off. He quickly steps out of the shower and retrieves a couple of towels. He wraps one around his waist. I try to ignore the fact that it’s hung so low I can see the V in his abs that leads to one of my happy places. He walks to me and drops to his knees, delicately patting my body down with a towel.

  His towel covered hands slowly roam my body, soaking up tiny drops of water, but leaving burning trails of desire in their wake. My body quivers beneath his hands. My breath comes in short, uneven pants, and my sex becomes soaked with desire. Skye peers up at me through long, thick lashes as if he’s heard my soul screaming for him.

  I reach my hand out and run my fingers through his hair and he drops the towel. His hands leave my skin, dropping the damp towel to the floor, and every inch of my being protests in his abandonment. I pull my swollen lip between my teeth and bite down, a seductive tactic meant to entice him into touching me again.

  I’m ecstatic when it works, and his hands find the naked flesh on my hips. His fingers bite into my skin and I step forward, bringing him closer to me. Skye rises from his kneeling position and closes the small gap between us. The hair on his stomach and chest brushes against me and my knees quake. His clean, soapy smell dances around me when I wrap my arms around his neck and lean my face into his. Our mouths meet and all thoughts leave me, my mind is a rush of mute colors and sacred feelings.

  Skye wastes no time slipping his tongue between us to meet mine. The heavy beating of my heart drums against my chest; its rhythm so loud, I think he can hear it. My hands roam up his neck, finding their way into his hair. I give a small tug and his chest crumbles. My arms tighten around his neck, pulling him so close that for a moment, I feel as if we are merging into the same person.

  Skye’s hands move from my waist to the back of my thighs, and he gently lifts me. I wrap my legs around him, the feel of his steel length presses against the place I need him most. “You okay?” Skye rasps when he pulls back from the kiss. His forehead presses into mine and I stare into his concerned green eyes and smile.

  “I need you to tell me, Chloe.”

  “Yeah, I’m okay,” I say softly. He takes my mouth with his again, but this time, the kiss isn’t as demanding as the last. While our mouths are locked together, my eyes stay firmly closed. The air around me shifts, causing me to reopen them. When I do, I realize we are no longer in the bathroom and Skye is lying me on my back on the bed.

  As soon as he lays me down on the cold sheets, he separates himself from me. I open my mouth to ask where he’s going, but he puts his finger to my lips, silencing me. “Scoot back on the bed and touch yourself for me.” I’m shocked at his command but something in his eyes tells me not to argue, to push away my shame, and do as I’m told.

  I slide up the bed as Skye moves the recliner in front of the door. My finger starts to clumsily fondle my clit. The embarrassment of pleasuring myself in front of him hinders my fingers’ movement. Skye smiles seductively, while climbing on all fours toward me on the bed, his eyes never leaving my fingers.

  “Need some help with that?” he growls. Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, his nose nudging my fingers out of the way. He licks at my folds, sliding two fingers deep inside of me, causing my toes to curl. My body heats, while a thousand tiny little electric sparks prickle up my spine. The room starts to spin so I close my eyes.

  The moment my lids close, little white lights erupt in the darkness. I reopen my eyes and see the tiny stars dancing around the room. That stunning man lifts his head to look at me. I’m mesmerized at the way his devilish tongue darts out, licking the evidence of my orgasm off his swollen lips.

  “Come here,” I beckon, but Skye shakes his head no. I raise my eyebrow in question.

  “That was all about you, baby.” He stands up from the bed, his rod straight erection pointing at me; a cruel reminder of what Skye is denying me. He disappears into the bathroom while I climb from the bed sated and on shaky legs.

  The bathroom door opens and he returns with my bag. The first item he pulls from it is a pair of black, lacy, boy short panties. I blush when he squats down, holding them so I can step into them. When they’re in place, he pats me on my butt and digs through the bag to find the matching bra. He holds it up. “Do you want to wear this?”

  “Is the detective coming?” I ask.

  “Yeah,
he texted me when we first got in the shower. He should be here soon,” he replies.

  “Then, yeah.” I go to grab it, but he quickly moves it out of my reach.

  He towers over me, gently reaches around, and slides the straps of my lacy bra over each arm, then moves behind me to secure the clasp. He continues to dress me as if I were a doll. The cropped sweat pants and black t-shirt that I’m sure are his are so comfortable. It’s definitely nice to be in something other than a thin hospital gown.

  Skye slips into his jogging pants and black t-shirt quickly and when we exit the bathroom, I notice the shampoo Sally said she’d bring sitting on the table with a note next to it.

  Chloe,

  As promised, here’s the shampoo. You were in the shower when I brought it. Just massage this into your hair and towel dry. Call me when you’re finished so I can bring you your medicine.

  Sally

  My face burns. I hope she didn’t hear us. Oh, God! Skye starts snickering at my obvious discomfort. The jerk is enjoying my embarrassment. “You’re an ass, you know that? What if she heard us?”

  “Baby, it’s okay. I don’t think you’ve got to worry about Sally. It’s the rest of the hospital that I’d be concerned with. I’m pretty sure everyone in the whole damn place heard us.” He wiggles his eyebrows and grins. I shake my head, willing the embarrassment to go away.

  “Don’t be a jerk,” I playfully scold him.

  “Me? Never,” he teases. Skye plops on the bed and stares at me for a long moment. I take the opportunity to admire him. He truly is gorgeous. I don’t know how I missed all of this before. Those ever-changing green eyes locked on mine causes me to melt. I contemplate crawling over to him, and devouring his full lips for a moment, but my thoughts are interrupted.