Marrying My Best Friend's BFF: A Friends to Lovers, Accidental Baby Romance (Love You Forever Book 2)

by Alexis Winter

  He chuckles as he bends down and grabs his pants off the floor. He takes out his wallet. “Don’t worry, I’m nowhere near done with you.” He pulls out a condom and is right back on the bed with me. I watch as he pushes his boxers down his hips. His erection is big and standing at attention as he slides the condom over his length. I lick my lips—unable to hold back my excitement.

  When the condom’s on, he leans down, pressing a kiss to my lips. This kiss isn’t like before. It’s not hard and rushed. It’s soft, slow, and teasing. He has his left arm on the bed beside my head, supporting his weight, while the other takes himself in hand to guide into me. He positions himself at my entrance and pushes forward slightly, only sliding in the tip. That’s enough to have me coming undone again.

  His right hand holds me still by my hip as he pushes himself into me. I gasp and his throat makes a growling sound. When he can go no further, he rocks his hips against me and I call out as I wrap my arms around him, needing him closer, wanting to feel his bare chest against mine.

  He wraps me up in his strong arms as his hips rock into me. I dig my nails into the skin of his back as he kisses me deeply. My thighs tighten on either side of his hips, never wanting him to pull out of me. He fits me perfectly. It’s tight and snug. Now more than ever, I’m convinced we were made for each other. I’ve had my fair share of partners over the years, but none of them felt like this. It was always physical with them. For some reason, with Preston, it’s not just physical. It’s emotional. Spiritual. That has to mean something. Now more than ever, I’m glad we waited to come together.

  He keeps pumping into me and I feel every nerve ending come to life. It feels like a tornado is making its way through my whole body. Everything is tingling and smoldering. I feel my release building to a fever pitch. My toes begin to curl as every muscle tightens. His arms tighten around me and he bites down on my shoulder just enough to push me over the edge.

  Nine

  Preston

  I want to explode the moment I slide into her. I have to mentally hold myself back. I try thinking about everything from baseball to work to food. It’s barely enough, but it keeps me going, watching as she falls to pieces beneath me. She’s absolutely beautiful when I make her scream my name. Her plump lips are red and glistening from our kiss. They part and she bites down on her bottom lip like I’m more than she can handle. Everything about this woman is breathtaking: her moans, her gasps, her giggles, and her soft touch. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before. If I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her before, I am now and there’s no backing out. I’m wrapped up in her so tightly, I’ll never be able to escape—not that I’d want to. I’m perfectly happy with her. That thought alone scares me a bit, so I push it out of my mind and instead focus on the way I make her pant.

  I thrust into her as hard as I can until I feel her muscles loosen around me and her moans quiet. My hips slow as I look down at her lust-filled eyes. She offers up a shy grin and her cheeks turn red. I place my hands on her hips and roll us over, putting her on top of me.

  “I want to see the way you move.”

  She offers up a smile as her eyes fall closed. Her hands land on my chest as she begins lifting herself up and down my length. My hands find her hips and I lift her up before lowering her back down. I’m mesmerized by the way her full chest bounces with each thrust. I can’t stop staring at her and the way she bites on that lip, and the way her brows pull together, causing a little wrinkle to form between them. I rock my hips against her and she lets out a gasp. I drop one hand between us and massage her clit as I push up into her over and over. It only takes moments before she’s shattering again.

  Every time my orgasm rises, I push it back, nowhere near ready for this to end just yet. I’ve waited months for this and the wait was worth it, but I want it to continue as long as fucking possible. She’s so hot and tight around me that it feels like she was made just for me. I fill her perfectly, even stretching her around me slightly.

  When her orgasm ends, she falls forward, her chest pressing against mine. I lift my head and pepper her neck with kisses as my hands tour her body, caressing her breasts and squeezing her hips. I lift her off of me and move her to my side. She’s on her stomach, so I grab her hips and pull them upward until she pulls her knees beneath her. Sliding into her from behind has my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. She feels tighter in this position and it’s almost overwhelming. To see her bent over in front of me has me ready to explode. I push into her with as much force as I can before pulling back and repeating the process. With each thrust, she grows tighter and her whimpers get louder. My hips are moving as fast as they can and all I can hear is the way my skin is smacking against hers. My heart is pounding in my chest so hard that I can hear it in my ears like a soft background noise. My lungs are doubling their pace as my release builds and breaks. I pump every last drop into the condom with rough jerks until I have nothing left to give.

  I remove myself from her and the moment I let her go, she collapses on the bed with a satisfied sigh. I lie beside her and pull off the condom, tossing it into the trash before pulling her against me. I can feel her heart pounding against her chest. Her lungs are working harder and faster.

  “That was amazing,” she breathes out.

  I squeeze her a little tighter. “Well worth the wait,” I agree, kissing the top of her head.

  We’re both drenched in sweat after we catch our breath, so I pull her against me and carry her into the bathroom for a shower.

  I let her go under the water first and watch as she soaks her hair and applies the shampoo. While she works it into her hair, I get beneath the water and do the same. We take turns until we’re both fully clean, but I’m still not ready to get out. While she’s standing under the water, I can’t help but watch the way the water beads up and rolls over her rounded breasts and down her flat, toned stomach. I lick my lips as I pull her against me. She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck.

  “Again?” she asks with a wide smile.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” I say softly, picking her up and pressing her back to the wall. I’m hard all over again and I know exactly where I want to be, because all I have to do is lower her down. The moment we connect, she sucks in a breath and I press my mouth to hers.

  “I had no idea it could feel this good,” she says against my lips.

  “That’s ‘cause we’re perfect together, baby,” I whisper, pushing into her even more deeply.

  Her nails dig into my back, only egging me on more, making me go deeper, harder, faster. It only takes minutes before we’re both coming undone again.

  I wake in the morning and for a moment forget where I am. Then the night refreshes in my mind and I smile as I roll over to find her asleep at my side. She’s completely naked as she lies on her stomach. The sheet is pulled up to her waist and she has one leg poking out. I run my fingertips up her bare spine and she wiggles beneath my touch before her eyes pop open. A small smile is playing on her lips as her eyes meet mine.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I say, snuggling closer.

  “Good morning,” she replies, stretching. “God, last night feels like a dream.” She rolls to her back and pulls the sheet up over her chest.

  I wrap her up in my arms and pull her to me. “A good dream, I hope?”

  “The best dream.” She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me softly.

  “So it’s safe to say we made the right choice in waiting?”

  She smiles and nods as she moves back in for another kiss.

  After our morning romp, we both get up. She showers while I get dressed. When she comes out, I watch her dress and begin packing her things to make the trip home. “So, do I have to drive home alone too?”

  “Well, I hitched a ride down with here with my dad, who came up to help bring down some of the wedding decorations, so I don’t have a car here. I was supposed to drive Calvin’s car back home for him, but we can leave it at my
parents’ place for now.”

  She smiles wide. “So you’ll drive my car home for me? That was the worst drive of my life. I don’t know how you guys do it so often.”

  I pull her against me. “Let’s check out, pick up your car, and you can follow me back to my parents’ house to drop off Calvin’s car.”

  “Yay!” she cheers, grabbing her purse and the two dresses while I grab her bag.

  We load up in the car and I take her back to the country club to pick up her car. Then she follows me over to my parents’ house. We move the things from Calvin’s car over to hers, then we go inside to leave the keys.

  My parents are at the kitchen table having breakfast and they invite us to sit down and eat with them. Riley accepts their invitation the moment she smells syrup. She takes a seat as I pour two cups of coffee and sit at her side.

  “So, Riley, how long have you and Preston been seeing each other?” Dad asks her.

  “A couple months now. We’ve been keeping things quiet. You know, being friends with Piper, we didn’t want her to feel like she had to choose between us if things didn’t work out. So we thought we’d try it out and see how things progressed before announcing anything.”

  Mom comes over and sets down a large platter in front of us. “Well, things must be going well since she knows now, huh?”

  Riley nods around a smile. “Things are going really well,” she agrees.

  “Maybe you should have caught that bouquet last night instead of me. I’ll gladly hand it over if you two think you may need it,” Mom offers.

  My mouth drops open and every word I need to say seems to get stuck in my throat. Riley laughs. “I don’t think we’re there just yet.”

  She places her hand over mine and somehow manages to pull me out of the loop of thoughts I’m lost in. She leans in and whispers, “Are you okay? I think she was just teasing.”

  I force a smile onto my face and nod. “I’m fine.” I turn to look at Dad. “So, did the happy couple make it to their honeymoon destination?”

  He nods. “They called this morning and said they got in late last night.”

  My mom jumps in. “Can you believe she’s pregnant already? I’m going to be a grandmother.” She lets out a dreamy sigh as she takes her seat across from me. “I just . . . I couldn’t be happier,” she says, looking at Riley. “I knew I couldn’t rely on this one to make me a grandma.”

  Riley looks over at me with her brows drawn together. Maybe she’s realizing that everything she’s heard about me jumping from woman to woman is true. But I like to consider myself a changed man. I’ve only been with her for a few months. Sure, I’m not ready to talk about marriage and kids just yet, but I know it’s in the future for us. Just not right away. I like the dynamic we’ve got going and hope it stays this way for at least a year.

  We sit back and eat while Mom and Dad ask Riley all about her life: where she works, how she met Piper and me, what she wants out of life. By the end of breakfast, I feel like they know more about her than they do their own son. I help Dad clean up the kitchen and Mom decides to pull out the old picture books. She shows Riley pictures of Piper and me growing up, and even decides to give her a tour of the house and my old bedroom. Luckily, I got rid of most of the embarrassing stuff in there years ago. It’s going on noon when I finally have to pull Riley away from my mom so we can get on the road.

  Mom and Riley really seem to get along and I can tell that Mom really likes her. As I’m getting in the driver’s seat, she pulls me in for a hug and says, “You better keep a good hold on this one, Preston.”

  I laugh and say, “I intend to.” I’m finally allowed to get behind the wheel and we head home.

  “Sorry about them,” I tell Riley. “They’re a little overbearing.”

  She waves her hand through the air. “They’re parents; they’re supposed to be a little overbearing. In fact, if my dad were still alive, I’m sure he’d be greeting you at the door with his shotgun. And he’d make you endure his long speech about respecting me and taking care of me and blah, blah, blah.” She laughs.

  “I wouldn’t blame him. I’d do the same thing if I had a daughter as beautiful as you.”

  She gives me a sweet smile and reaches down for a bag of chips. I laugh and take them away. “Seriously, did you learn nothing about salty snacks on your drive down?”

  She rolls her eyes. “I can’t help it. I have nothing to do in here. I hate long drives.”

  “Let’s play padiddle.”

  She frowns. “What’s that?”

  “If you find a car that has only one headlight, you call out padiddle! If you get three, you get laid.”

  She laughs. “Who came up with this game? You?”

  I show her my palms. “I swear I didn’t. Piper and I used to play, but sex wasn’t on the table. If one of us got three, we had to buy dinner that night. When we got older, we had to buy a round at the bar. But now, we can play the right way.” I wag my brows at her and she laughs then playfully bumps against my shoulder.

  “It’s the middle of the day. How many cars with headlights are we really going to see?”

  “Padiddle!” I call out, pointing at a car with only one headlight driving in the opposite direction.

  Her mouth drops open, unable to believe it. For the next hour, she sits on the edge of her seat, watching out the windshield for the next car to call.

  We finally make it back to her place. The moment she walks through the door, she throws herself down on the couch. “I know I haven’t been gone all that long, but it feels like a month since I’ve relaxed on this couch.”

  I laugh as I sling the dresses over a chair and move toward her. I collapse at her side and lean my head back against the cushion. I stretch my arms out over the back of the couch and take a deep breath. That’s always a long drive, and every muscle feels tight and stiff.

  “You hungry? I can order dinner,” she says, lifting up her head to look at me.

  “I could eat.”

  She gets up and grabs a stack of takeout menus. She sits back at my side as we look through them. We eventually settle on ordering a couple of subs, and as we wait for the delivery, I help her unpack and put things away.

  “Thanks for introducing me to your parents, by the way. They seem really great. And it was fun getting to see all the pictures of you and Piper when you were little.”

  “Thanks for being so open to meeting them. I think when I introduced you to my mom as my girlfriend, she almost had a heart attack,” I laugh out. “I’ve never introduced anyone to her as my girlfriend.”

  “Really? Not even in high school?”

  “Nope.” I take a seat on her bed. “I mean, I had girlfriends then, but I didn’t treat any of them like one. It was more like, ‘Hey, Mom, this is my friend, Whatever-Her-Name-Was.’”

  “No wonder she’s already rooting for us to get married and have babies.” She lies down on the bed, pushing me back as she does so.

  I wrap my arms around her and breathe her in deeply. “There’s no rush. This is my first real adult relationship. I just want to take our time and do this right.” I roll over so I’m hovering above her. She smiles up at me as I brush a piece of hair behind her ear. Just as I’m moving in for a kiss, someone knocks on the door.

  “Hold that thought,” she says, getting up and rushing toward the door.

  I get up out of bed and follow along behind her. As I’m walking back into the living room, she’s closing the door with our sandwiches in hand. We both take a seat on the couch and she flips on the TV as she hands mine over.

  After we eat, we cuddle up on the couch, but due to the long drive today, I’m beat and there’s nothing on my mind but sleep. I’m dozing in and out as I dance on the line of slumber.

  “You can stay here if you want instead of having to drive back to your place tonight,” she says, causing me to jump awake.

  I rub my eyes. “I don’t even have a car here,” I remind her.

  “Oh yeah. Well, le
t’s go to bed. You’re falling asleep and I’m about to.” She stands up and turns off the TV. Taking my hand in hers, she pulls me up off the couch and leads me to her room.

  She turns around with a smile. “This will be the first time you’ve slept in my bed.”

  I smile as I pull my shirt over my head. “Given that this will be my first time sleeping in your room, I now feel guilty that all I want to do is sleep.”

  She giggles. “Well, there’s always wake-up sex.” She shoots me a grin.

  I laugh and pull her against me. “I knew you were the perfect girl for me.” I kiss her quickly before we get busy removing our clothing and sinking down into the bed.

  I slide one arm up under her pillow and the other wraps around her stomach, pulling her back to my chest. Her warmth sinks into me and wraps me in a blanket of comfort and love. It only takes minutes before I’m dead asleep.

  In the morning, I wake up suddenly when I feel her down between my legs. My eyes pop open, but then she slides me into her warm mouth and my head falls back, enjoying the wake-up call. She takes me to the very back of her throat then swirls her tongue around my tip. I think my eyes roll back in my head. As she works me up and down and in and out of her mouth, my release builds, but I’m nowhere near ready to let it go. After a good night’s sleep, I’m ready to be buried deep inside her. I reach beneath the blanket and pull her up. She’s nose-to-nose with me as she giggles and wipes her swollen lips. “Good morning.”

  I smile and roll her over. “Good morning,” I reply, grabbing my jeans off the floor and pulling a condom out of my wallet. She leans her head upward and her lips find mine, kissing me as I reach between us to slide on the condom. I toss the wrapper onto the bedside table as I position myself between her legs. With one roll of my hips, I’m sliding into home and we both let out a relieved moan.

  She starts kissing me harder and faster, and it’s easy to see how badly she needs me in this moment. Her hips start moving along with mine and her nails dig into my back. Her breathing picks up and her moans grow louder. Her excitement is only exciting me more. It’s enough to make me work harder and faster, wanting to push her over the edge. I feel her muscles tighten around me and she begins calling out my name. It only takes a few minutes of this pace to have me on the verge of coming undone. My release builds up higher and higher until it breaks free, throwing me over the edge of the earth right along with her. My hips slow to a stop and I rest my head on the pillow between her head and shoulder.