by Allie Able
“Please, Zack,” she wines in low voice.
I look down at my finger, as I part her pink lips and lower my mouth to her wetness. Her hands come to the back of my head again, as she lifts herself off of the bed and closer to my eager mouth.
Fuck.
She tastes sweet and tangy. It’s best thing I’ve ever eaten and I suddenly can’t get enough. I use my free hand to hold onto her ass as I sink my tongue inside of her. I can feel her walls pulsing around me and I almost lose my mind. I could come right now, without even touching myself.
I move up to her little bundle of nerves and circle my tongue around, before sucking it into my mouth. Her cries get louder and I know she right on the edge. Moving my hands from her body, I take hers off of my head, pinning them to the bed beside her hips. With one last swipe of my tongue, I lift back up on my knees and she immediately lifts her head, giving me a look that could kill.
“No! I’m so close,” she pants, trying to pull her hands from mine.
I chuckle and shake my head. I bring our joined hands above her head and lower my body on top of her. I lay my lips against hers and speak against her panting mouth.
“I want you to come on my cock,” I whisper.
Her tongue comes out and swipes across my lips. She hums when she tastes herself and that’s my breaking point. I let go of her hands and lift up, hooking my fingers into the side of her panties. I pull them from her body, before doing the same with my underwear. She looks down at my hard cock and gasps and I grip myself in my hand, slowly moving it up and down. I have pre-cum leaving from the tip and Lexie licks her lips in response.
“I never knew how naughty you were, Angel,” I joke in a strained voice.
“Oh, you have no idea,” she smiles a wicked smile.
Before I know what’s happening, she is sitting up and her small hand is covering my cock, moving in sync with mine.
“I need you,” she whispers. She lays sweet kisses on my chest and I nod my head, because right now I need her more than I have ever needed anything in my life.
“Lay back down.” My voice comes out harder than I intended, but Lexie immediately lays back and spreads her legs. I lay over her caging her in with my arms and I slide my cock through her folds, moaning at the feeling of wetness coating the underside of my cock.
Somewhere in the back of my head, a little voice reminds me about protection.
“Condom. Angel, please tell me you have a condom.”
“I’m clean and I’m on birth control. Please, Zack,” she begs.
Maybe I should, but I don’t take another second to think about it before I line myself up with her opening and sink into heaven. That’s only way to describe the feeling. Heaven. She so tight and her inner walls grip me as I push myself in as deep as I can go.
“Oh my God,” she breaths.
I make a sound of agreement, as I rock my hips and sink deeper. I stare into her beautiful blue eyes as I pull out, almost falling from her body, before thrusting back in. I lower my head to her nipple and suck it into my mouth, keeping my steady rhythm as I bite down on the hard nub. I can feel her getting impossibly tighter. Her cheeks are flushed and her head is thrown back and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look more beautiful. My thrusts speed up and I can feel my sweat starting to trickle down my back.
“Angel,” I say, letting her nipple go with a pop.
She lifts her head and stares into my eyes. “Zack, I’m going to come.”
“I can feel you. Can I come in your body?” I ask, wanting to make sure that’s okay.
She nods her head and I lower my lips to hers. I kiss her deeply and moan down her throat when I feel her get even wetter. Breaking away from her mouth I sit up on my knees and grab her slim hip in one hand, while the other finds her clit. I rub tight circles, as Lexie starts meeting me stroke for stroke. I can feel the tingling in my spine and I know I’m about to come.
“Fuck, Angel. I’m going to come so hard baby.”
Her walls clamp down on me and she throws her head back, as she arches off of the bed. I move my fingers away from her clit and grip her other hip in my hand. My thrusts speed up as I fuck her through her orgasm and start to fill her body with my come.
“Lexie,” I moan. I plant myself as deep as I can go and collapse on top of her. She kisses my shoulder, as she wraps her arms around my back, holding me against her. I place my elbows beside her head and try to keep most of my weight off of her body. Fucking shit, I think I lost the ability to move. She feels so good and I don’t think I ever want to move from this spot. I bury my face in her neck and leave little kisses on her skin. Lexie runs her hands up and down my back.
We are both quiet, too quiet.
Neither of us have said a word.
I reluctantly pull my face from her neck and look down at her.
“Damn.”
Yeah, that’s the brilliant thing that comes out of my mouth.
She laughs lightly and kisses my cheek. “That about sums it up.”
I shake my head and chuckle with her. “Sorry. That’s actually not what I was planning to say.”
She lays her head back against the pillows and raises an eyebrow in question.
I take a second to study her beautiful face. I actually can’t believe we just did that and I’m not sure what to say. I wait for the awkwardness to set in, but it never comes. I just had sex with my best friend. The same best friend that I’ve been in love with for as long as I can remember. Where do we go from here?
“Now who’s thinking too much?” she asks, with a smile.
I lace my fingers through her hair and rub slow circle on her temples with my thumbs. “I don’t know what to say, Angel,” I admit.
She continues to stare at me and it’s a little unnerving. I wish she would say something, anything. She is so beautiful. I’ve always thought that, but it’s not just her outside appearance. She’s beautiful for the way she thinks. I love how Lexie’s mind works. She’s beautiful for that spark in her in her eyes when she talks about someone or something she loves. She is absolutely stunning for her ability to make other people smile even when she is sad. No, Lexie isn’t beautiful for something as small as an outward appearance. She is beautiful, down deep to her soul.
I wish I could tell her that. I wish I could voice all of my thoughts to her, but instead I settle my lips against hers. I will tell her how much I love her, but even that doesn’t seem like enough. I want to give this woman the world.
“I love you, Lexie. I fell in love with you when I was just a kid when I barely knew the meaning of the word. I know I never told you, but every time I tell you to get home safe, to stay warm, to have a good day, or to sleep well what I am really saying is that I love you. I love you so damn much that it’s starting to steal other words meanings.”
Her eyes fill with tears for the third time in as many days, and I hate that it seems to be me that has caused them.
I catch one tear as it leaks out of the corner of her eye. I lower my mouth and kiss away each one that falls.
“Why are you crying, Angel?” I ask against her skin.
She shakes her head causing more tears to fall. “How did I never know?” she whispers.
I don’t know how to answer that because I’ve asked myself the same question a hundred times before. No, I never came right out and admitted my feelings, but I wasn’t necessarily hiding them either.
I slip myself out of her body and lay on my side beside her, pulling her close to me and rubbing my hand up and down her back.
“Lexie, I don’t know. Maybe it was never the right time for us.”
She looks up at me and studies my face, running her small hand across my scruffy jaw. “Is it the right time for us now?”
I turn my head and kiss her palm before looking back at her. “That’s up to you.”
She nods her head and raises up to give me a small kiss on the lips. “Thank you.”
I want to ask her what she is thanking me for, but
I don’t. She lays back down and I tuck her against my body.
I’ve said enough.
Where we go from here is completely up to her. I just hope she chooses me.
Chapter Nine
Lexie
“I HAD SEX WITH MY best friend.”
Jenna stares at me in shock. Cupcake batter is dripping off the spoon and onto the floor. She is so still I wonder if she is frozen like that. I walk over to where she is standing, careful to avoid the spoon, and poke her in the shoulder.
“Say something,” I demand.
She snaps her mouth closed and opens it again, but no words come out.
I roll my eyes and make my way over to a stool and sit down at the island, grabbing a cupcake off of the cooling rack. I shove half of it in my mouth and stare at Jenna.
It’s still early and we haven’t opened the bakery yet. I was hoping to get a little advice from her, but I’m not sure that’s going to happen since she can’t form words. Zack didn’t say much this morning. He was already awake and in my kitchen making coffee when I woke up. When I walked into the kitchen, he gave me a quick kiss and told me he had to get to work. Now, if that would have been any other man, I would have thought that he was avoiding me, but I know that’s not what Zack was doing.
“Zack?” Jenna ask. I guess she did find her voice.
I continue eating the delicious cupcake as I nod my head. “Yup.”
“You had sex with Zack? Last night?”
I almost roll my eyes. Haven’t we been over this already? But I decide to give the poor girl a break. Maybe, she hasn’t woken up yet. “Yes. I had toe curling sex with my best friend, Zack, last night.”
“Jesus Christ,” she mumbles.
“What?”
“Nothing. So, did y’all talk?”
I wipe my mouth with a napkin and take my time answering. I’ve never been one to hold back, but the things that were said last night with Zack feel like things that should stay between us. I don’t feel right sharing all of those intimate details with anyone else, that’s ours. Finally, I nod my head. “Yeah, we did talk.”
Jenna studies my face for a second and then goes back to stirring the batter. “So, he finally told you he was in love with you. How did that go?”
“What? How did you know that?”
She pins me with a look. “Lexie, the question is, how did you not know that?”
I start shredding the napkin I’m holding into tiny pieces. I’ve been asking myself the same question since last night. I shrug my shoulders and shake my head. “I don’t know.”
“Hmm…”
“What was that?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
“It was something.”
“I was just wondering if maybe you just didn’t want to know.”
“Well, that’s stupid,” I scoff.
She looks at me and raises an eyebrow. I wish Summer were here. At least she would be nice about all of this.
“You’re mean.” I reach for another cupcake and before I know what’s happening, she is moving at super speed and slapping my hand with the batter covered spoon.
“Ouch!” I squeal, looking down at my hand in shock.
“Oh, please. That didn’t hurt,” she says, with an eye roll.
“You are so mean.” I give her my best ‘poor me’ look, but she isn’t falling for it.
“So, tell me how everything went. Are y’all a couple now?”
I look at the cupcakes longingly before standing up to go wash the cake batter off of my hand. “I don’t know. We both had to get to work this morning and didn’t really have time to talk.
“Hmm…”
Her hmm-ing is really starting to piss me off.
“What was that?” I ask, drying my hands off.
“Nothing,” she replies quickly.
“It was something.”
She starts laughing and I roll my eyes. This conversation is going nowhere fast.
“I want Summer.”
That just makes her laugh harder. “Why? So she can baby you?”
I stick my tongue out at her and make my way towards the front of the shop. I quickly scoop up a cupcake and haul ass through the kitchen doors, trying my best to avoid the spoon wielding witch.
“I saw that!” she yells.
“You’re just mad because I’m faster than you,” I yell back. I can’t make out her muffled reply as the kitchen doors close.
I smile as I sit down at one of the tables by the front windows and enjoy my cupcake. God, I love my job.
* * *
By six pm, I am dead on my feet and am starting to really freak out about what Zack and I did last night. We have been really busy at the bakery all day. I haven’t had much time to think, but I do now and my over active brain is replaying every little detail.
Shit, what have I done?
“What are your plans tonight?” Jenna asks, as she wipes down the counter.
“Wine. Lots of wine.” I continue closing out the register, trying to ignore her when I hear her snort in response.
Finally, we have everything done and Jenna quickly sets the alarm before we walk out.
“You know it’s going to be okay, right?”
“What is?” I ask, turning to look at her.
Impatiently, I wait as she digs around in her purse for her keys. She looks back up at me and smiles. “You and Zack,” she replies with a shoulder shrug.
“How in the fuck would you know that?”
“Lex!” she scolds, looking around at the families that are walking down the sidewalks.
I roll my eyes at her. “It’s not like they can hear me. I didn’t scream it and I’m freaking out for fucks sake!”
She pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes. I can hear her mumbling something, but I can’t make out the words.
I wave my hand in front of her face. “Jenna, back to the conversation. I have wine waiting at home. What’s going to be okay? If you know something I don’t, now would be a great time to clue me in.”
She opens her eyes and gives me a creepy smile. “You know what? Nope. It was nothing.”
“Jenna,” I growl.
She winks and turns to walk away. “Love you! Have a good night!” she says over her shoulder and I watch in disbelief as she opens her car door, gets in, and drives away.
The bitch!
With a resigned sigh, I make my way to my own car, and after I’ve cranked it up, I let the cool air blast in my face for a second. It’s so hot here today, I’m pretty sure my eyeliner is melting.
With my face still shoved against the air vent, I grab my phone out of my purse. I have eleven text messages and ten of them are from Jared. Jesus! This guy doesn’t know when to give up. I really do need to go get a new phone, but that’s such a pain in the ass. I just wish he would leave me alone. He didn’t want me when I was living in Virginia with him, but I guess the old saying is right, you only want what you can’t have and that asshole will certainly never have me again.
I exit out of his text and smile when I see the other one is from Zack. It’s a simple
Zack: Having a good day?
I quickly type out a response, telling him it was busy and that I’m headed home. I toss my phone back into purse and pull out of the parking lot.
Big glass of wine, here I come.
* * *
I’m about four glasses into my bottle of merlot when I hear my cellphone ringing in the kitchen. From my comfortable spot on the couch, I listen to it, debating whether or not that call is important enough for me to have to get up. I ultimately decide that it’s not. I snuggle back under the covers and take a big sip of wine.
I stare blankly at the T.V. for what seems like hours. I watch two guys renovate an old house, I watch a couple decide whether they want to ‘Love it or List it’, and I watch another couple hunt for the perfect house in Melbourne, Australia. It’s great, but I don’t think I actually take in a thing.
My brain is still going
over everything with Zack. I’ve known him forever and I’m scared to death I’m going to mess up our friendship.
I’m no good at relationships and it’s a proven fact that men get sick of me pretty quickly. They can’t handle my weird behavior and my occasional outbursts, but Zack has known me for eighteen years. He knows I’m like this. Is it possible that he actually likes me just the way I am? He told me he loved me.
Oh my God, he told me he loved me. I don’t even know how to deal with this. I think I’m in shock.
I take another big drink of wine, right as my doorbell rings.
I groan and drop my head back on the couch cushion and reluctantly throw the blanket off of me before standing up. I walk across my living room and to the front door. I open the door to see Zack standing there with a frown on his face.
“Did you even check the peephole?” he asks, gesturing towards the door.
“Nope,” I shake my head and tip the wine glass to my lips again.
He looks me over from top to bottom and shakes his head with a smirk. “Wine and HGTV night? How bad was your day, Angel?”
I roll my eyes and gesture for him to come inside. “It’s all your fault.”
After he walks in, I shut the door behind him and walk back to my couch. I’m not letting his presence deter me from my plans. Plans that involve wine, House Hunters, and more overthinking.
I cover myself with the blanket and sink down in the couch. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zack slowly walking into the living room. He hesitates, before sitting down on the edge of the coffee table in front of me. I try my best to ignore him, but he’s blocking my view of the television. I lift the wine glass to my lips again, but it’s suddenly taken from my hand. I glare at Zack and I think I actually growl in response.
“Slow down, killer. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” He looks concerned and I hate that look on him. I don’t like him worrying about me, but at the same time, it’s his fault I’m like this right now.
“What are you doing here anyway?” I ask, avoiding his question.
“You didn’t answer your phone and I wanted to check on you. We didn’t get to talk much this morning and I wanted to make sure you were okay with everything that happened.”
