Be Patient: The Waiting Game (Escaping the Friend Zone Book 4)

by Sierra Hill

  Taking a drive-by perusal of her glorious body laid out underneath me like a king’s buffet, I groan when she clasps my cock in her warm palm, enclosing me in her fist.

  “I’m not going to survive this, Elle,” I freely admit, knowing that there’s no recovering from this experience with her tonight.

  All I can think about – other than what it’ll feel like when I’m seated fully inside her – is what I need to do to make this happen on repeat.

  “Being with you like this, is…”

  Ellie raises her hands and cups my cheeks, lifting her lips to meet mine and kissing me deeply.

  “I know.”

  Reaching over and opening the nightstand drawer, I pluck out a condom, making quick work of ripping the foil packet open and sliding it over my aching cock under Ellie’s lustful gaze.

  Christ, the way she watches me in this most intimate process has my dick pulsing and twitching in my own hand. Making sure I’m covered properly, I reposition myself between the cradle of her legs, lightly stroking my dick through the dewy slickness at her entrance. Closing my eyes, I thrust into her pussy, relishing the tight grip and her hot gasp of air that leaves her mouth in a puff.

  I want this to last because it’s the most incredible feeling ever, but I grow hungrier and more desperate with every thrust and withdrawal. My hips punch forward in a heated rhythm, savoring the anticipation and her sexy gasps.

  Hoping to buy myself some time, I bend down and pay some attention to her tits, placing open-mouth kisses over the smooth curves of her perfect breasts. I suck in a tight nipple as she arches her back and grinds against my dick with sexy pelvic thrusts. My cock likes this action, and I withdraw entirely, gliding my length through her wet center.

  “Dammit, Deacon. You’re such a tease. Get back inside, now.”

  Lifting my eyes from my position between her cleavage, I wiggle my eyebrows, flicking the tip of her nipple with the flat of my tongue, earning a nice, long moan from my sexy girl.

  “Well aren’t you a demanding little girl. Maybe I like teasing you.” I emphasize this with a pull of her nipple.

  She gives me a sassy growl and I chuckle, giving her one more swipe of my tongue. I kiss her hotly, my tongue running over her bottom lip as I slip my cock once again between her folds.

  “How’s this for a tease?” I question, pushing the fat head of my cock into her inch by inch, slowly entering and then retreating, pushing in and pulling back out.

  “Oh gaaaawwwwd…” she keens, her body opening for me as I thrust in fully this time, hitting something deep inside her that has her crying out in pleasure.

  There’s this moment when everything in the world stops its existence. Angels sing. The Earth stops its rotations. All the stars in the sky go dark.

  Everything.

  And I mean everything in my life has been meaningless except for all the perfect moments I’ve spent with Ellie leading up to this point. In a flash, I recall all the times we’ve spent together since we were kids. Our friendship that began years ago has led us to this very moment and all its significance.

  There is nothing better than falling in love with your best friend.

  Sounds cheesy, I know, especially since I’m in the throes of passion while fucking said best friend, but it’s the truth. I know this woman inside and out. Her heart, her mind, her soul. And now I have her body and I’m awakened to the natural way in which we fit.

  Ellie grabs hold of my ass and pushes me forward as I slam into her, our bodies colliding. She wraps her legs snugly around me, heels digging in and thighs opening so she can take more of me.

  Taking and giving. It’s what we’ve always done for each other, but this time, it has a much deeper meaning. A deeper significance that has ramifications if it’s just a one-time-thing.

  God, I hope it’s not just a one-time-thing.

  I grit my teeth at the exquisite feeling of being inside Ellie and the way her inner muscles tighten and clench around my cock. We rock against each other, finding the perfect timing, my headboard banging against my bedroom wall with each thrust and retreat.

  Taking a moment to look down at the place where are bodies are joined, my heart pumps wildly at the vision of my cock sliding in and out of Ellie’s body. It’s too much. Her scent, the tight clutch of her pussy around my aching cock, the sounds of her soft, sensual noises escaping her parted lips.

  Sensory overload.

  I’m getting close, although I want more than anything to make this last, but after years of wanting something for so long, I don’t think I’m capable of holding out any longer. Maybe a better, stronger man could, but this is too good.

  Reaching for her hand, I pull it over her head and weave my fingers through hers, clasping her hand tightly in mine. The hand I’ve held many times before this, but never in this manner. Never as I’ve looked down at her naked form and witnessed ecstasy swim in her expression.

  I bare down, my toes digging into the mattress as I sink into her tight heat.

  “Ellie,” I grunt, unable to speak in full sentences. “Elle.”

  Our eyes lock for a moment as I stare down into her eyes, now dark green like the forest at dusk and heavy-laden with pure pleasure.

  The telltale signs of my climax rush down my spine, my balls tightening up in anticipation of my release, and I groan into her neck where I’ve buried my head.

  I come hard, stars blinding me from behind my closed eyelids, an orchestrated celestial explosion that mimics my own orgasmic release.

  Breathing heavily, I lift my chest from her heated body and roll to the side, keeping our hands linked together, a satisfied smile across my face.

  She whispers a mewl. “Mmm.”

  I turn my head to the side to stare at her in wonder.

  “I’d second that.”

  “Speaking of seconds…” She rolls over and props her chin against my chest, flicking my nipple with her tongue. “I’d definitely be up for more of that when you’re ready.”

  She lets out a squeal of delight when I flip her over onto her stomach and slap her ass.

  “Don’t you worry, baby. There’s more where that came from.”

  Chapter 11

  Ellie

  The past week since Deacon and I hooked up has been nothing short of extraordinary and right out of one of my dreams.

  By day, he’s the consummate professional, treating me as a boss would treat his employee – except for the furtive glances he slips me from across the store at times. Or how every now and again I’ll feel his featherlight touch on my backside as he walks behind me, brushing my ass as he does. Lighting me up like a spark from a match.

  And by night. Well, let’s just say those moments are what I look forward to all day long.

  By the time we close the shop, which by the way, he’s arranged the schedule so we work the same shift, there is so much pent-up sexual desire between us, we can’t keep our hands off each other.

  Like tonight, for example.

  We’d been waiting for the return of the last kayak rental, which was supposed to be returned before dusk. Deacon went down to the beach to help carry the rentals back to the shop for the customer, while I stayed at the counter to get them checked out.

  “How was your day?” I ask, smiling at the customer, a father with his two daughters who look to be around eight or nine years old.

  One of the girls, her pigtails a wet mess, jumps up and down in excited glee.

  “We saw a whale and it was huge! And now daddy said we can get ice cream.”

  I feign astonishment, an inquisitive brow raised and my mouth gaping in shock.

  “You’re kidding? Wow, that’s sounds pretty amazing. You must be having a great day.”

  The father looks down over his two girls and places a hand on top of the smaller one’s head; a sweet, loving gesture that melts my heart.

  He returns his gaze to me and gives me a wink. “Ice cream was used as the tool to get them out in the water in the first place.
Someone was a little reticent about going out.” He tips his head down at the older daughter.

  Laughing, I shrug my shoulders and swipe his credit card. “You do what you have to do.”

  I finish up the transaction and wave goodbye to the threesome, lost in thought as they walk out of the shop.

  Suddenly, there’s a pair of strong hands at my hips and a warm male body pressing into me from behind. Deacon’s mouth is at my ear, his voice low and deep.

  “You know what I’ve been thinking about all day?”

  A soft gurgle tumbles out of my throat and I lean against him. “Mmm. No, what?”

  His hand slips around my waist and his fingers dig into the waistband of my shorts. I suck in a gasp, leaving him room to burrow down, his fingertips dipping into my panties as his mouth finds that sensitive spot on my neck. I’m flooded with wetness just knowing he’s been thinking of dirty things all day.

  “Instead of telling you, I think I’ll just demonstrate.”

  Deacon twirls me around and begins backing me up into the storage room behind us, his mouth covering mine in a demanding kiss. With a swift kick of his foot, he slams the door shut and his hands burrow under my Powell’s T-shirt to cup my breasts.

  “Raise your arms.”

  His command is impossibly sexy, and I do as he says. With one quick jerk, he tugs the shirt over my head and arms and throws it on the ground. I’m about to drop my hands to my side but he growls.

  “No, keep them there.” He raises one of his hands and binds my wrists together, pinning me against him.

  This.

  I never knew this about Deacon before. His propensity to turn into a sexually dominating man, when I knew him as the boy-next-door. The way he takes control and unleashes himself on me so possessively has my head spinning from his kinky demands. My panties flood with excitement over what’s to come next.

  I wiggle against the bulge that strains against his pants. Deacon’s thick thigh wedges between my legs and I part them on his silent demand.

  I let out a harsh, raspy breath when he grips the edge of my bra and whips it down to expose my breasts, tweaking my nipple hard with his finger and thumb.

  And then his lips cover my nipple and the wet flat of his tongue curls around the tight bud. I’m writhing against him like a girl on a mission. I need him inside me as soon as feasibly possible, but I don’t want to stop all this perfect torment he’s doling out.

  Already forgetting his directive, my hands drop to his head, fingers weaving in his thick, soft mane of hair, guiding him along my breasts. He grumbles a low protest but looks past my indiscretion, leaving my hands to continue their wandering.

  Suddenly he drops to his knees and he makes quick work of my shorts, pulling them down in a swift tug, leaving my panties in place, much to my disgruntled dismay.

  He tips his eyes back up to me as if looking for my consent, his dark pupils made even darker by the heat within them. A raspy grunt departs my parted lips and he dips his nose into my cotton-lined crotch, inhaling deeply and groaning wildly.

  I don’t have time to cry out when he peels back the panel, uncovering my bare pussy and covers my center with his hot, wet mouth.

  “Oh God,” we both moan in sync, my legs already trembling from the onslaught of delicious sensation.

  My hands search wildly for something to grab onto and once again find his head, grasping tightly at the ends.

  “I could stay buried here forever.”

  My cries are echoed across the room, the metal shelf ledge behind me digging into my back, but only intensifying the pleasure of his mouth. My only thought is of the orgasm that’s ready to barrel through me like an ocean wave against the shore.

  Deacon’s tongue licks me into a mindless frenzy, flicking up my slit through my wet folds. Who knew he’d be this eager and talented at getting a woman off? Deacon never showed any inclination that he was a great lover. But now that I know, it’ll make it ever more difficult when I move on and let go.

  But all those thoughts scatter and the world stops spinning on its axis when Deacon’s thumb finds my throbbing clit, strumming it a circular pattern that brings me to the peak of hysteria.

  I tighten my hold on his hair and every cell and muscle in my body tenses in an earth-shattering, mind-blowing climax.

  There’s a moment’s pause as we both catch our breaths and Deacon stands, wiping the moisture from his beard with a smug grin, and then twists me around to face the shelves.

  I hear him unzip and pull out his cock from his pants, peaking under my arm behind me to see him unwrap a condom and roll it on with precision.

  “Hold on, baby. This is going to be hard and fast.”

  And then he positions my legs apart and thrusts inside me as my eyes close and my mind goes blank.

  His warm breath fans across my back as he peppers me with kisses, his hands digging into the flesh of my backside and pummeling me with every thrust and push.

  So deep.

  Impossibly hard.

  Fucking incredible.

  “You’ve turned me into a savage beast, Elle. I can’t stop myself.”

  “Don’t stop,” I urge, because I don’t want him to stop this for anything.

  And Deacon fucks me as hard and fast as he promises.

  And I love it.

  Chapter 12

  Deacon

  I haven’t been this amped up and ready to blow since I was a teenager. My bottle rocket is about to blast off and shoot me to the moon.

  Ellie’s taste still lingers on my tongue, her salty sweet essence a mixture of lust and honey, that has me craving more.

  I’m taking her so hard that the shelf shakes and rattles as I pump inside her. I should probably taper it back a little, control my uncontrollable desire. But I can’t stop. Not for anything. There is nothing I could do right now to stop from finishing what we’ve started.

  Never in a million years would I have believed I’d be getting down and dirty with Ellie like this. I’ve always had a proclivity toward my baser side, but to be able to unleash that on Elle, who seems to enjoy it just as much as I do, shoots ripples of anticipation through my bloodstream. My balls are already tightening and ready to shoot their load inside her.

  I fold one arm around her middle to hold her in place and keep her from slamming into the metal shelves as I ram into her from behind. The other hand grips her hip, my fingertips making indentations into her soft, pliable flesh.

  We’re both breathing heavily, harsh pants of air as beads of sweat dot my spine. She emboldens me. Makes me crazy with lust as I continue my maddening thrusts in and out of her tight pussy.

  “Give me your mouth,” I say, cupping her chin in my palm and turning her head so that our lips can touch. My tongue darts out and flicks at her bottom lip before I bite it between my teeth.

  “Ahhh…”

  She whimpers and quakes in my arms, as I grab a fistful of hair and bellow out my release.

  “Fuck…so good.”

  I don’t want to let her go, the need to keep myself buried deep inside her so acutely present that I actually experience a piercing sensation in my heart. A premonition of a loss that is to come.

  Wrapping both arms around her stomach, I hold on tight, hugging the shit out of for no other reason that just to feel her body relax into me.

  Her voice is soft but penetrating. “Is it just me or was that really intense?”

  Peppering her cheek and neck with kisses, I agree with a kiss to her shoulder as I reluctantly pull out of my happy place. “Mmm-hmm. Everything with you is intense.”

  Discarding the condom in the trash bin in the corner, our breathing slowly resumes to normal as we work to regroup and redress. I’m trying to process what’s happening between us over the last week, and how it’s changed our decade-long friendship, and what it means for us in the future. The last thing I want to have happen is for Ellie to think this is just a friends-with-benefits summer fling. This is nothing like what I had with B
ethany last summer.

  Fully dressed, I watch Ellie pull up her shorts and tuck her shirt tails into the waistband. When she catches me staring, she wrinkles her nose.

  “What? Is something wrong?” She looks down at the front of her body, checking for any wardrobe malfunctions.

  Taking two steps toward her, I cup her jaw and tilt her head, so our eyes meet.

  “Ellie. I love you.”

  My confession is met with silence and wide-eyed disbelief.

  “Deacon…” She begins, but I cut her off.

  “It’s always been you, Elle. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love you. This past month since you’ve been back home, this thing we’ve started together only reinforces my feelings. You don’t have to say anything in return. I just want you to know that I’ve always loved you.”

  I slam my mouth to hers and kiss the ever-loving-shit out of her. This kiss is meant to prove the truth in my words; the only thing I have to prove my sincerity.

  When I pull back, Ellie’s lips are swollen, her eyes glazed over. I smile smugly at this fact.

  She places a dainty hand over my chest, over the space of my heart.

  “Deacon, I love you too. But I’m confused and don’t know if I love you the way I always have, or if what we have now is something entirely different. I’m just afraid to…”

  She turns away, but I won’t have it, taking her chin between my finger and thumb and drawing her face back to mine so I can look into the beautiful eyes of the girl I love.

  “Don’t ever be afraid of what you feel. If you don’t feel the same way I do, that’s fine. I can be patient and wait. Look how long I’ve waited already?”

  I give her a playful smile, hoping she’ll accept the light-heartedness and won’t back away from what I’ve laid out before her.

  “Deacon, it’s just that my stay here is only temporary. Once I got back on my feet, you know my plan is to go back to Portland to find a new job. Or whatever job is available. We talked about this.”

  She’s right. We did talk about it. But that was weeks ago, and I thought she’d really enjoyed working for me and spending time with me again. We picked up right where we left off, and things just developed from there. Secretly, I’d hoped it was enough.