Unfriend Me: A Small Town Best Friends to Lovers Romantic Comedy (Jobs From Hell Book 3)

by Marika Ray

  Amelia melted against me, leaning up to kiss me. Then she backed off and dropped the blanket in a show worthy of a Vegas performer. My gaze dropped down and took in every inch of her clad only in a skimpy thong. Her ample breasts, tight waist, and flare of hips. The way her nipples beaded tight. The quick breaths that expanded her stomach. The darkly shaded tattoos she’d gotten over the years. The scar on her knee that I knew was there from falling on some glass junior year, but couldn’t quite see in the dark light of the cave. It was all perfection. She was perfection.

  “Thank fuck for moonlight.”

  Amelia smiled and turned nice and slow. Her ass was equally as gorgeous as the rest of her. My hands itched to squeeze her flesh, followed by my tongue tasting all that skin I’d seen only as her friend. But I stayed where I was, knowing she wasn’t done, the benefits of knowing a woman inside and out for years. I could read her like a comic book, expecting the pow-pow before I’d even turned the page.

  Her hands floated down her sides and then hooked into her panties. She shifted her hips and bent over, sliding them down her legs while I caught a glimpse of exactly how wet she was for me. With a groan, I grabbed the base of my erection, willing my body to slow down. Fuck, I could explode right there, just from watching her striptease.

  When she straightened, I was right there, her body hovering just a breath away from mine. Her eyes glittered in the moonlight, matching her smile. She reached one hand up to my cheek, the other grabbing hold of my cock with a boldness that only made me grit my teeth harder.

  “I want you, Titus.”

  Things happened quickly from there, a want so deep I couldn’t take things slow like she deserved. I grabbed her hips and lifted her, slamming my mouth onto hers. My tongue plunged in as she wrapped her legs around my waist. My dick jumped into the fray, seeking her out before I even got us down onto the blanket-covered sand. I rolled us, straddling her on top of me so she wouldn’t feel the rocks that made this a less-than-ideal location. I’d sport the bruises on my backside proudly tomorrow.

  Amelia didn’t disappoint, tossing her hair back and grabbing the condom from my hand. She dipped her head and ran her warm tongue up the length of me with a saucy grin. The wave of pleasure smacked me so hard the back of my head hit a rock and I didn’t feel a goddamn thing. Then she rolled the condom on before I could beg her for more, lifting up to slide down just the first inch of my length.

  “Amelia,” I groaned, grasping at her hips to control her slide.

  I wanted to be so deep inside her she wouldn’t be able to ever let me out, and yet at the same time, I wanted to take it slow and remember every single detail. My neck strained as I attempted to watch every inch of me disappear inside of her.

  She sank down another few inches and then flexed her legs to lift back off. Her torso fell and she slapped her hands on my shoulders to hold herself up. Her dark hair hanging over us made a private tent where all I saw was her. I was in her body, but she was in me too, buried so deep I couldn’t imagine life without her.

  “Oh fuck, Titus.” She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered.

  A need so strong I’d wonder later if it was a dangerous thing took over and I couldn’t stay still. Pistoning my hips, I drove into her, my hands holding her hips exactly how I wanted her. She held on for the ride and met me thrust for thrust. My toes curled and I wasn’t sure if my heart could keep up with the pounding. I’d never been so out of my mind with lust. Sure, sex felt good always, but this was in a different stratosphere altogether.

  None of my dreams or imaginations from over the years could compare to how it actually felt to be held tightly inside Amelia, making her eyes roll back in her head, or the blush creep up her cheeks, or the little gasps of pleasure that escaped each time I surged into her body.

  This was life-changing.

  “Oh my God,” Amelia began chanting, over and over, her eyes finally opening and holding my gaze with a look of shock I’d have to ask about later.

  It was getting hot in this stupid cave, our skin slick with ocean water and sweat. I didn’t think I could hold out for much longer. My balls were already drawn up so tight I was cringing in a delicious kind of pain. Letting go with one hand, I found her clit and strummed it with my thumb. Amelia’s breaths came faster and I knew she was right there with me now. I sat up and took a nipple in my mouth, matching the pace of my thumb while still holding her tight for each thrust.

  Amelia gripped my hair in both hands and screamed, bucking against my lap as she trembled. Her whimpers echoed in the cave, an echo of pleasure over and over. Her skin broke out in goose bumps and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

  Amelia, lost in pleasure, from my cock.

  That single thought sent me right over the edge, surging into her as deep as I could go. My hamstrings locked up and I wasn’t sure there was enough oxygen in the world to satisfy the rapid pump of my lungs. But none of that mattered, because the wave of pleasure had rearranged the priorities in my body, my head, my life. This was it for me. Amelia was it for me.

  As our breathing began to slow, Amelia pulled her head back enough to look me in the eye, sporting a lazy grin. “That was amazing.”

  There was a note of shyness in her voice. Or maybe it was wonder.

  I pushed her hair back from her face and cupped her jaw, feeling like all my cells had been reorganized after splintering into a million pieces.

  “I love you, Amelia,” I sputtered out, no other words more true than those.

  Her eyes went wide, and even with the sweat from our lovemaking still drying on our skin, she froze.

  15

  Amelia

  Listen, I’d had some fantastic orgasms in my day that needed to be shared with my girls in a long play-by-play over a glass of wine. Because pleasure that good should be shared. And bragged about. But that was before I’d had sex with Titus in a sea cave.

  That orgasm? Fuck me sideways, that sucker was next level. Probably several levels up. And I wasn’t sharing the details with anyone. Not because it wasn’t worth bragging about—because it sure as hell was—but because something had happened between us in that little dark cave. Something deeper than just getting off.

  Before I could even dissect what that thing could even be, the dummy went and said he loved me. Like, who does that? We weren’t even officially dating-dating and he’d already dropped the three little words. It was enough to make a girl discombobulated.

  “Um…”

  Fuck. That was the worst response to “I love you” ever. But in my defense, it was a little out of left field. I’d dated Douchebag for almost a year and we’d never said those words to each other. One time in a sea cave and Titus was ready to lay it all out there?

  Titus’s grip on my face tightened. “I know. You can’t say it back yet. And that’s okay. I’ve waited sixteen years. What’s a few more?”

  He kissed me quickly, still inside me and getting hard again if what I felt when I squeezed down there was correct. Titus’s jaw went granite hard and I knew he could feel me. Yep, definitely hard again.

  “I’d wait a lifetime for you, Amelia,” he said through gritted teeth. His hips thrust up into mine like he just couldn’t help himself. “Take your time. Figure out how you feel.”

  “I feel that,” I said on an exhale. And I did. Little sparks of nerve endings were firing all throughout my body again. I wasn’t sure if I had it in me to go for round two so quickly, but I was always up for a challenge. And distraction from those three little words in the form of the best sex I’d ever had.

  Titus lowered his head to kiss along my neck, his shaggy hair tickling me as he went. His hands finally drifted south, lifting my breasts and squeezing gently. The urgency between us wasn’t gone. Diminished a bit from our first time, but still there on the edges. This time was a more lazy exploration as we touched every inch of each other, sand creeping in and making it a messy affair. By the time he clutched me to him, my lungs squeezed of oxygen and his h
ips rolling in a delicious cadence, the orgasm swept through me quietly. Titus captured my lips with his and held me there even as he shuddered through his own orgasm.

  It should have been weird when we finally stood up and got back to the bonfire. It should have been awkward between us now that I knew what it felt like to have my best friend balls deep inside me. Surprisingly, it wasn’t. It felt natural, like it had always been Titus and me. As I stepped back into my shorts and shirt, I realized it had always been Titus and me. Just less dick. And quite frankly, I was doing just fine with the addition of that bad boy.

  Titus tossed the forgotten vibrator back in the picnic basket. “Didn’t need that after all.”

  I smacked him on the ass. Hard. “Nope, not with that magic thumb of yours.”

  He grinned like a man well and truly sated. We gathered up our things and headed back to Titus’s truck, but not before he stole a few more kisses, pressing me up against the truck door and making me wonder how I lived all these years without this side of Titus.

  His phone buzzed when we got in and headed back home. “Can you read that for me?” he asked me, keeping his eyes on the road.

  I lifted his cell phone and laughed when the whole text message lit up the screen. “You know they have lock screens that prevent people from reading your messages, right?”

  He gave me a dirty look. “I don’t do those phone updates. Takes too damn long.”

  I snickered, wondering how old the operating system must be on this beat-up phone of his. Then I actually read the text and gasped.

  “What?”

  I twisted toward him and read it out loud. “Rip texted you. ‘Sorry to bother you on your date with Amelia, but I just felt an earthquake. Please tell me you didn’t just do it in a sea cave like an animal…’”

  Titus threw his head back and laughed. “Shit. I didn’t even feel an earthquake.”

  I smiled back. “I sure as hell felt one.”

  Titus quit laughing and looked over, our gazes locked as the moment spread out and the heat passed back and forth between us. Oh boy, had I felt an earthquake.

  Two weeks later

  A peal of laughter from the lobby had me heading over quicker than my heels could manage before things got out of control. My sisters were here, all four of them. If I didn’t get them up to my room in the next thirty seconds, they’d drive all the guests away with their bickering, teasing, and general tomfoolery. I had no idea what tomfoolery even meant, but my mom sure said it enough when describing her harem of daughters.

  “Girls!” I whisper-shouted, pointing to the stairs with a stern look.

  Oakley flashed me a look that told me to eat shit, but the others looked properly chastised and headed up to my room. I followed, Big Foot hot on my heels. I didn’t advise him sticking around for the sister reunion, but he wasn’t one for listening to logical explanations. Now that I thought about it, he and Oakley shared the same look of disdain.

  By the time we all piled into my room, there wasn’t anywhere for me to sit. Izzy and Esme lounged on my bed, Oakley took the recliner, and Vee sat on the little velvet stool I used when putting on makeup. I gave them all a dirty look and sat cross-legged on the floor, kicking my shoes off and groaning at the feeling of freedom. I loved my calves in a stiletto, but my toes threatened mutiny.

  Oakley sat forward, the obvious spokesperson for today’s sister meeting. “We’re here to get the scoop since you’ve neglected to keep us in the loop.”

  “Wow, Oak, that even rhymed,” I said dryly, smirking at the irritation plain as day on her face.

  “You. Titus. Details.” She sat back and crossed her arms, an imposing position even without her usual law enforcement uniform and sidearm.

  “I had to hear from freaking Poppy that you two were even dating.” Vee looked seriously put out. “Lame, Amelia. Super lame.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Yes, we decided to give dating a try. How dare we try to keep our private life private.”

  Esme stood up on my bed and whooped, doing some sort of hip gyration I never wanted to see a sister of mine do.

  “Keep it down, dummy. It’s a hotel!”

  That shut her up, but didn’t shut down the huge shit-eating grin on her face. She plopped down on the mattress as if it were an outdoor trampoline, nearly sending Izzy flying off the bed.

  “I knew it!” Esme shouted in a whisper.

  “When did it all change?” Izzy asked in a calm voice I appreciated.

  A weird sensation took up in my stomach, making me take a deep breath. I didn’t like sharing this kind of emotional stuff, but I could admit it felt good to have some information that my sisters didn’t.

  “Well…if you must know,” I drew out dramatically. They all leaned in. “He kissed me one night in his truck and it was damn good. Then he asked me out on a date two weeks ago when we came over to Mom and Dad’s for dinner. I said yes in a weak moment.”

  I quit talking, taking in the wide eyes and riveted expressions all around me. I quite liked them hanging on my every word. Wasn’t often you got the attention of all of them at once and they were quiet.

  “And?” Vee screeched when I didn’t continue.

  I spread my hands out. “And…it’s been good. Really good.” I looked out the window, seeing the tree outside with its leaves changing color and starting to fall. I thought back to the nights Titus and I had been able to steal away. Honestly, I hadn’t been able to see him as much as I wanted, but when we did get together, it was perfect. Easy. Like we should always have been together like that. And my vibrator was getting a nice break.

  “Really good?” Esme screwed up her face and used those annoying air quote fingers. “That’s all we get?”

  “Hold up, Esme.” Oakley leaned forward again, peering at my face in a way that made me highly uncomfortable. “Forget the words she’s saying. Look at her eyes.” Oakley clapped her hands and grinned. “Little Amelia is in love!”

  Everyone gasped.

  “What?” I gaped. “No, I’m not!”

  Izzy tittered. “Your face says differently.”

  I crossed my arms and schooled my face into the meanest expression I could conjure up. I thought about cheaters who ruin all the good stuff for everybody else. And cheap lip glosses that turned into glue five seconds after swiping them on your lips. And yoga pants that looked so cute on your ass but gave you camel toe in the front. My good mood started sliding away with each passing second.

  “Amelia,” Esme said gently. “You don’t have to put up a façade for us. We’re your best friends. We’re all just so happy to see you happy, we can’t help but tease you. We were so worried about you when you were with Daire.”

  “You two were so not right for each other,” Izzy said with wide, frightened eyes.

  “He was hot, though, in that bad-boy kind of way, you have to admit.” Vee waggled her eyebrows. Oakley threw a pillow at her, which set her off giggling.

  “It’s so different with Titus,” I said, looking back out the window, thinking about how I felt around him. “I can trust him one hundred percent. He cares about me, even stupid little things like reminding me to eat when I get busy here at work. Texting me funny memes he knows will make me laugh. So far dating hasn’t ruined our friendship at all. If anything, it’s enhanced it.”

  Oakley popped out of the recliner and had a seat next to me on the floor, putting her arm around my shoulders like she used to when we were kids and I had a bad dream in the bedroom we shared.

  “Love should feel good, honey. What you had with Daire was probably exciting, but it was exhausting and demoralizing, am I right?” At my nod she continued. “No man who says he loves you should ever make you feel less than.”

  My eyes burned and I had to swallow hard before I could speak. “He never said he loved me.”

  “And there you have it.” Vee looked at me with sympathy in her eyes.

  Izzy spoke up, surprising us all with the fervor behind her smooth words. “You are noth
ing short of amazing, Amelia Waldo. I have looked up to you my whole life. You deserve a man who will give you everything and love you for every little quirk you have.”

  The stinging kicked up a notch and I merely nodded at her, not trusting my voice.

  Vee pounced, sitting behind me and rubbing my back. Esme and Izzy shared a look and then sat on the floor in front of me, holding my hands.

  “We’re Waldo girls. We don’t let any fuckboys take us down,” Vee said confidently.

  We all burst into giggles and the burning sensation faded away, leaving me with a soft hug I felt deep inside my chest. My sisters were such a pain in my ass, but they were there for me no matter what. And I loved them with all my heart.

  “Come on, now. I gotta get back to work.” I sighed, pushing them off me gently.

  “Fine. But next time, we want the sexy times details.” Esme pinned me with a serious look. “And you better tell Mom and Dad about your relationship status.”

  I just smiled. There was no way in hell I was sharing sexy time information with them, but they had a good point about Mom and Dad. “Sorry, but Vee’s little ears can’t handle the sex details.”

  Vee put her hands on her tiny hips. “I’m twenty, you ding-dong. Plenty old for sex talk. We can even swap stories.”

  I jammed my fingers in my ears, horrified. “La-la-la. I’m not listening. You’re my baby sister forever. No sex allowed.”

  She stuck her tongue out at me, proving her immaturity. I’d have to watch that girl. She was trouble with a capital T.

  “Now get out. I have work to do.”

  I really didn’t, but I did want to text Titus. I wanted to see him tonight. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to finally tell him exactly how I felt.

  16

  Titus

  “Tell me why we’re here again?” I held Amelia’s hand in a death grip, gazing out the window, wishing I could be anywhere but here.