Seducing My Best Friend (The Wrights Book 2)

by McKenna Rogue

  With that, silence drifted around us. Matt took care of the bill while I stared into my empty glass trying to figure out how the hell we got here. Why was I so scared when Matt was the one charging forward? That wasn’t how it usually went down with the two of us.

  “You ready?”

  I looked up at Matt. His blue eyes were soulful and gentle. “Yeah.” I got up, grabbed my bag, and followed him out of the restaurant.

  Matt took the keys from my hand and got behind the wheel. I was two margaritas in and definitely feeling the heat of the tequila and the buzz of the alcohol. The thumbnail moon was rising in the east and the stars were out. I could see the Milky Way galaxy stretching across the night sky. I leaned my head against the headrest and kept my gaze at the sky. Matt didn’t seem to mind my silence.

  He turned on the music and we listened to some of our favorite songs. While part of me wanted to sing at the top of my lungs, it was nice just sitting comfortably with him. Even though Matt had brought up all kinds of uncomfortable things, it didn’t matter. We were still comfortable, which made me hopeful that when Matt realized how terrible this preposterous idea of romantic entanglements was, we would go right back to being friends.

  Once we were back at my bungalow, we went our separate ways getting ready for bed. We both took showers to get rid of the sweat and sunblock. I took a cold shower since the tequila and tension left me feeling flushed and hot.

  Feeling more like myself, I dressed in a pink cami and a pair of navy boy shorts and I made my way out to the living room. Matt was stretched out across the bed protruding from the couch, casually reading some paperback I was sure he found on my shelf. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and a sheet covered his lower half. I wasn’t entirely sure he was wearing anything. And he looked damn right lickable.

  Get a hold of yourself, Hayley, I snapped to myself.

  “Goodnight, Matthew.”

  He glanced over at me, but just as he should’ve looked away to turn back to his book, his gaze lingered and traced over my curves. Maybe I should’ve put on a robe or a parka. Though, I wasn’t sure anything would hide the desire I was feeling. Especially not from myself.

  “Goodnight, Hayles.”

  I quickly turned on my heel and charged back into my room before my overcharged libido decided I needed to see how Matt’s tanned skin tasted and how good he was with his tongue in other places.

  I flopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling in the dark. My body was fully awake, the exhaustion of the day completely forgotten and replaced with horniness. It wasn’t like I was hard up. My time with Spencer was hardly weeks ago, at this point. And that night with Matt was even closer than that.

  That thought made me feel a little slutty. I rolled over, trying to ignore my twitchy, itchy body. My body wasn’t thinking through the ramifications like I was. It was only after pleasure, and kissing Matthew had been pleasurable for sure. But pleasure was fleeting. Our friendship wasn’t…as long as we didn’t fuck everything up.

  An hour drifted by and I was still wide awake, horny, and now I wanted ice cream.

  Fuck.

  I noted the light was still on in the living room. Either Matt fell asleep with the light on or, more likely, he was still awake.

  I sat up and played out my options.

  Fuck it. I wanted ice cream. It was the only pleasure fix I was going to get tonight.

  I tiptoed out of my room in case Matt was asleep. But he was wide awake. He set his book down and looked at me.

  “Am I keeping you up?”

  His lips were curved into a smirk and I wanted to hit him in the head with his book.

  I shook my head. “I need ice cream.” I headed for the kitchen.

  “You have ice cream? You’re holding out on me.”

  I flashed him a playful grin over my shoulder. “I can’t show you all my cards. Plus, if you eat all my ice cream, I might have to kill you.”

  “Nah…you’ll just send me out to buy you more.” He set the book aside and got up.

  The sheet fell away from his torso, revealing his black boxer briefs. Good lord, he was beautiful. Making myself turn away from him, I reached into the freezer and grabbed the container of chocolatey goodness and set it on the counter. I produced a couple of spoons from the drawer and handed one to him and stabbed the other into the Rocky Road, scooping out a mouthful of chocolate ice cream. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sweet, creamy, cold chocolate melting on my tongue.

  When I opened my eyes again, Matt was staring at me. Not just staring at me. There was this look on his face I didn’t recognize. Something I’d never been on the other side of—hooded eyes, focus on my lips, and all kinds of tension building around us.

  I offered the ice cream tub to him. Matt took it and scooped his own spoonful. I shifted and pulled myself up onto the counter. He leaned against it next to me, holding out the container of Rocky Road as we took turns.

  “I hated spending five years away from you, too,” I said to break the silence.

  He glanced over at me. I had this feeling he was trying not to make any sudden movements, which was probably smart. I already felt like a caged animal with nowhere to flee. Matt’s proposition left me all sorts of unsure about him and me.

  “But I don’t know if the answer to that is hooking up,” I finished, not wanting to give him the wrong idea.

  “I’m not suggesting we hook up because I don’t like spending five years apart, I’m suggesting we see if there is more than just friendship because it feels like there might be.”

  “And what if there isn’t? What if we kiss or fuck and we find out it was a big mistake? We’re just going to go back to being friends? Because that almost what never happens.”

  Matt turned, set the ice cream down, then shifted to stand right in front of me. He placed his hands on either side of my hips. He was a big guy, nearly six foot four, with hulking shoulders and a broad chest. Leaning fully into my space, he never seemed bigger. He leveled his gaze with mine and my breath hitched in my throat.

  “I don’t care what always happens. I care what’s happening between the two of us.”

  “Is this why you came here?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “We’ve been friends for seventeen years, Matthew.”

  A slow smile curved his lips as he leaned forward into my space again. “Yeah, what the fuck took us so long?” He pushed forward and planted his mouth squarely on mine.

  His mouth was cold from the ice cream, but I warmed up everywhere. Our bodies seemed to have minds of their own. Matt’s hands went into my hair and my legs parted so he could move closer. I was yelling at myself to push him away. Except my hands slid up his abs and over his pecs. I gripped his shoulders and tugged him closer.

  As if we weren’t close enough, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against his hard body. My breasts were crushed against his chest, sending all sorts of zings from my nipples to my quickly liquefying core. Matt’s hand slid along my naked thigh as he pulled it to hook around his hip. His other hand slid under my ass and then he lifted me.

  He carried me to the living room, our lips never parting. My panty-clad pussy was pressed against his very hard cock and it stirred more desire. I wanted to verify how big the sizeable package was and remind myself what it felt like in my hand, my mouth, and my pussy. I rocked against him, growing wetter by the second.

  Matt grunted against my mouth and broke our kiss. He leaned down and set me on the sofa bed. “You keep that up and this is going to be over a lot faster than I want it to be.” His voice was deep and husky.

  I looked up at him, completely floored at how good and comfortable it felt making out with him, grinding against him, knowing he was hot and hard for me. He lay on the bed next to me and went right back to kissing me.

  I loved touching him. I couldn’t get enough of how he felt under my hands and against my mouth and body. I arched against him and leaned into his touches. It shouldn’t feel like this. It
shouldn’t feel so freeing, like I’d been waiting my whole life for this.

  His hand dipped beneath my shirt and barely skimmed the side of my breast, igniting another storm of want.

  Wandering back, his palm cupped my breast and his fingers toyed with my nipple. I arched into him and his tongue flicked against mine. He swallowed my moan, which only seemed to encourage him. He played my body like he knew exactly what to do. He was unrelenting, distracting me with his everything.

  His hand slid between my thighs, gently gliding over my pussy. It shouldn’t have surprised me the way we were going at it, but I lurched.

  “Whoa. I’m sorry, was that too far?” Matt panted.

  I met his blue eyes. I tried to speak but there was a frog in my throat. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I just…I don’t know. You surprised me.”

  He chuckled. “In a good way, I hope.”

  I chewed on my lower lip. Everything we were doing was catching up to my brain. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

  “Hayles, stop thinking.” He kissed me again.

  For a moment, I let him distract away all the worries, and my body was glad for it. Every touch made me pulse with arousal and need. I didn’t flinch this time when his hand slid over my pussy, still over the panties, testing how much I would let him get away with. And I was curious how much he wanted to get away with.

  My shirt kept riding up my torso until the air hardened my nipples even more. Matt’s mouth wandered down my neck and over my clavicle. As the soft, baby pink tank top ended up around my neck like a scarf, his mouth sealed around my pert nipple.

  I moaned and my hips bucked against his hand.

  His teeth grazed my sensitive skin and my hand threaded through his hair and gripped it, holding him to my breast as he suckled and licked me halfway to insanity.

  That was when his free hand slid beneath the waistline of my panties and grazed over my pussy. My breath hitched with anticipation as I waited for him to penetrate me. The foreplay just made me want to get to the main course. He was driving me crazy with the meager touching and kissing and it made me anticipate how he was with what I knew was a very large, thick cock.

  His finger pushed through my folds, grazing my wet core as he slowly traced my clit. There was so much going on, I couldn’t decide what felt more amazing. I groaned when his hand pulled away altogether. He adjusted so he could devour my other breast, giving it the same attention. He roughly cupped my pussy again, two digits expertly finding my core. He pushed in roughly and I fucking loved it. I clenched around his fingers and rocked hard against his hand.

  Oh, my God, I was going to come in mere seconds. It would be a record for sure. No man ever cared this much about foreplay. But then again, no man had ever cared about me like this, either.

  His fingers pumped in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit.

  “Oh, fuck. Matthew!”

  And just like that, I came hard, my pussy clenching around his thrusting digits. Matt didn’t relent, he only became more determined. His mouth moved back up to mine, his tongue fucking into mine like his fingers.

  The world swirled around me in a haze of complete and utter satisfaction and pleasure. Eventually, I fell limply against the bed. All I could think was that I wanted more. My eyes fluttered open and there he was, still hovering above me, watching me.

  That’s when everything turned cold inside me.

  In a week or two, Matt was going to come to his senses and go back to the States and his life. He was going to move on from Derrick’s death and his momentary lapse in judgment of hopping into bed with me.

  Oh, God, what had I done letting this get so far? Even now, I could feel the tears stinging my eyes.

  14

  Matt

  Like a man possessed, I couldn’t stop touching or tasting Hayley. Watching her come completely enthralled me. I wanted nothing more than to watch her do it all over again.

  But when she came out of the haze of her orgasm, her expression faltered. Her eyes filled with sadness and instant regret.

  I pulled my hands away from her more private areas to ease her hesitation. “Hayley, what’s wrong?”

  “This was a bad idea. I’m sorry I let it get this far.”

  “What just happened? I thought we were having a good time. What did I do wrong?”

  She sat up, tugged her shirt down, and pulled out of my arms. She danced out of arm’s length while she gathered herself. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I let myself get caught up in the fantasy that maybe we could do this, have some fun, then let it go.”

  “Fucking hell, Hayley, why do you think I’m talking about something temporary?”

  “Because what else can we have? Your world is thousands of miles from here and my world is here. How on earth would we make this work? So what if we have good chemistry and we fuck like champions? That’s not going to mean anything when you get on a plane and fly away from me…here.” Emotion cracked her voice and she pushed off the bed, putting more distance between us.

  I didn’t want to push her or fight her on this. Hayley had enough men in her life trying to force themselves on her. I didn’t need to add to that. She didn’t deserve it. Maybe she was right. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea.

  I raked my hand through my hair. “Okay, Hayles, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed. I won’t bring it up again.”

  Maybe there would be another way or a better time when she would be receptive. I was sure there was something between us—there was a lot of heat for sure. But she’d just been proposed to not so long ago and I knew how she felt about marriage and relationships. Pushing her into something wasn’t going to get her into the right headspace to think about me clearly.

  She was still standing there looking a little dazed. “I’m sorry, Matt. I can’t. We can’t.”

  “It’s okay, Hayles, no harm, no foul. Hopefully, I helped ease some tension.” I tossed her a wink to lighten the mood.

  She managed a weak smile. “I should put the ice cream away and get some sleep.” She scampered off to the kitchen and then made a beeline for her bedroom. “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight,” I said, watching her disappear.

  I fell back onto the bed, immediately regretting the decision. The sofa pullout was anything but comfortable. The bar jabbed me in the middle of my back. I reached over and flicked off the lamp next to the couch and let the darkness swallow me whole.

  My cock was still hard as a rock and I didn’t figure it was going to go down on its own. After wicked foreplay like that, my cock and I wanted nothing more than to sink deep into her wet heat. But that was off the table, at least for now.

  I had no intention of bringing it up again. At least not for a while. I’d only been here a full day. And Hayley was still dealing with the Spencer fallout. I needed to learn to lay off and maybe realize Hayley didn’t feel the way I did. I could accept “no” if that was truly what she meant. But she certainly let it get pretty far before she decided it couldn’t work.

  I couldn’t get Hayley’s mostly naked body out of my mind and it was making it impossible to sleep. I finally took things into my own hand, sating my cock for the time being. But something told me I was going to have to start taking a lot of cold showers while I was around her.

  I rose with the sun and went for a run. The morning was quiet and still, aside from the waves on the shore. I let the jog clear my head and reset me a little. When I returned, Hayley was still in bed.

  I made myself at home, finding where she kept everything in her kitchen and what food she had available. I put together breakfast and started a pot of coffee.

  The promise of caffeine pulled Hayley from her room. She trudged out in a robe, her hair going every which direction. She didn’t look like she’d had a peaceful night’s sleep. Good. At least we were on the same page with that.

  “You didn’t have to make breakfast. You’re the guest. I should be doing that.”

  I smiled. “Nah. I like cooking in the
morning. If I waited for you, I’d be wasting away. I went for a run. I need fuel.”

  “You’re on vacation. Why the hell are you going for a run?”

  “I like running.”

  Hayley made a face. “You’re so weird.”

  I chuckled as I put a plate of food in front of her. I grabbed a mug and filled it three fourths full and added a swig of creamer. “Is that enough pepper on your eggs?”

  She glanced down and grinned. “It’s perfect. I love that you know how I take my food. Every guy who tries to make me breakfast has terrible taste in how they like their eggs. Spencer was the worst. He liked super runny scrambled eggs. Blech.”

  I didn’t respond. I didn’t like her lumping me in with Spencer, even if I was on the good side. “Yeah, well. At least he had good taste in women.”

  She stuck out her tongue at me and then dove into her food. I grabbed my plate and coffee and moved around to sit on the same side of the bar. We ate in silence for a while.

  “A friend of mine texted me this morning. They’re headed to the beach for the day. They’ll be surfing and this evening they’ll have a bonfire and cookout. Lots of booze. It’s always a lot of fun. Any interest?” she asked

  “That sounds like a good time. Who is the friend?”

  “Paco,” she replied.

  “Friend or ex?”

  She slugged my shoulder. “Friend, asshat. I know him through Bryssa. She’ll be there too.”

  “Yeah, let’s do it. I need a surfboard.”

  “If only you knew someone who owned a surf shop.” She bumped her elbow against mine.

  “If only.”

  Once she had me outfitted with a wet suit, obtained a surfboard, and stocked a couple of coolers with food and booze, we headed out to find Hayley’s friends. It wasn’t too hard as there were about twenty of them cluttering the beach a few miles from her house.

  We unloaded the car and headed onto the sand. It was already getting hot and I was ready to ride the waves for a while, taking a break from being on my best behavior.