My Best Friend’s Boyfriend

by Brent, Amy

  Logan

  Sitting in the recording studio of Save the Date, I cleared my throat. This was the only avenue I had to reach Ava since I had been reassured she would see the testimonial before it was spliced, edited, and aired. I smoothed my hand through my hair before adjusting my suit jacket, then drew in one last deep breath before the lights came on. The camera button flashed, and I saw someone counting down. When they pointed their finger at me, the speech I had rehearsed for the past three hours flowed effortlessly off my tongue.

  “Tell us what Save the Date meant to you,” the interviewer said.

  “For me, Save the Date was more than a dating agency, more than a hook-up sight. Yes, it began with me signing up to be an educator, someone the company could entrust with their clients and the services they required. But it quickly became so much more than that,” I said.

  “Care to explain?”

  “When I first signed up for the agency, I was heartbroken. My girlfriend of a little less than a year revealed to me that she had been cheating on me, and it broke my heart. I signed up partially to teach, and partially to heal my own heart, to show myself that there was life after such a devastating piece of news. I wanted not to simply teach women how to interact with men, but to teach them how to care for one, just like they expect a man to care for them. And in my mind, if I could coach one woman on how to do that, then I could somehow slowly rewrite this double standard in the dating world.”

  “Did you have any success?”

  “I had more than success. I met the love of my life,” I said.

  The interviewer’s eyes widened as a grin crossed my face.

  “Yes, it started with the two of us planning an evening where she could lose her virginity. And yes, I took it. I taught her about sex. But it ended up being so much more than that between the two of us. I fell in love with the woman who was meant for me, and that would have never happened had it not been for Save the Date. The encounters we had were structured and planned down to the wire, just as advertised. They were safe, romantic, and everything both of us required from the moment. A pluses all around for fulfilling expectations. But when the encounter was over, my connection with her was not. Somehow, I’d fallen in love with her, and I wouldn’t take any of it back.”

  “And cut,” the cameraman said.

  I shook the interviewer’s hand, and I could tell he wanted to know more. But I wasn’t willing to offer up anything else. I knew Ava would see it, just like I would see her interview before each was aired for the investors. And all I could hope was that I’d hear from her once she saw it.

  What I didn’t expect, however, was for her to be standing at the door when I went to leave.

  “Ava.”

  She cleared her throat. “Did you mean it?” she asked.

  I looked back at the camera before panning my gaze to her face. “How long have you been standing here?” I asked.

  “For about five minutes. Answer my question, Logan. Did you mean it?”

  My hand rose to cup her cheek while my eyes danced between hers.

  “Every word,” I said.

  In a flash, Ava’s arms were around me. In a flash, her lips pressed against mine. In a flash, my heart melted into a puddle at her feet. Our tongues collided and fireworks exploded in my mind. My entire body rose to the occasion as I pressed her against the doorway of the recording studio. I captured her lips, raked my tongue against the roof of her mouth, slid my leg between her sweet thighs and cloaked her with my arms.

  I never thought I’d get to taste her again, much less right after she heard me proclaim my love for her.

  “Ava Leary?”

  She giggled against my lips as I reluctantly pulled away from her.

  “Yes?” she asked.

  “We’re ready for your interview whenever you are.”

  “Wonderful. I’ll be right there.”

  Then her eyes found mine again.

  “Will you stay and watch?” she asked.

  “I’m not going anywhere without you,” I said.

  She sat down, and I watched her give her testimony. I listened as she talked about how fearful she had been about sex, how she thought it would bring pain more than anything else. I listened while she talked about her ex from college and how he tried to take what wasn’t his, and throughout all of it, I watched her. I watched her body language change. I watched her morph into a confident woman before my very eyes. Her back straightened and her shoulders rolled back. She didn’t speak in a timid voice, but one that was strong, intelligent. I remembered that meek little girl sitting on the bed in that hotel room, the one wearing pale pink who was nervous about the pain that might come with such an intimate decision. But that woman wasn’t the woman sitting in front of that camera.

  Her confidence was sexy, and her womanly presence forced heat to creep up the back of my neck.

  “So, would you say your experience with Save the Date was a success?” the interviewer asked.

  Ava slide her gaze over to me, and her eyes sparkled.

  “Yes, it was a success. I didn’t just find a man who taught me things no one else ever could, but I found someone to love.”

  My heart slammed against my chest as her eyes turned back to the camera.

  “I found a man who makes me feel beautiful without requiring sex. I found a man whose goals align with mine, a man whose future looks wondrous to me. I found a man who makes me feel safe and comfortable, sexy and confident. I found a man who fits me like a glove, a man I’d never give up, no matter what. I found my soulmate, my life partner, my best friend. Save the Date was more than a success for me. It was the beginning of the rest of my life.”

  “And cut,” the cameraman said.

  Ava stood up and removed her microphone, then strode toward me. She picked up her pace, practically running to me in her heels as I held my arms out for her. She launched herself into my grasp and wrapped her arms around me, burying her face into the crook of my neck. I picked her up and swung her around as the last piece of my life finally slid into place.

  I’d found her. I’d found the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

  “Come home with me,” I said.

  Her legs wrapped around me as her eyes leveled with mine.

  “How can I refuse a request like that?” she asked.

  “You could if you wanted to.”

  Her lips touched mine, and I felt every cell in my body come alive at the sweetness of her tongue.

  “I’ll never say no to you, Logan,” she whispered.

  That was all the confirmation I needed.

  Ava

  His hands delicately slid my clothes off my body as we stood in his shower. The water battered against us, hot to the touch as steam swirled around our bodies. His muscles glistened as water trickled over his edges. I pressed kiss after kiss into his chest as my hands slid up and down his back. His hand twirled delicately in my hair and tilted my head back, bringing my lips up to match his. I closed my eyes and felt the hot water pour over us, coating our skin and warming our bodies as his lips touched mine.

  I’d never give him up.

  We slid to the shower floor and I settled between his legs. I wanted to taste his cock. I wanted to feel him pour himself down the back of my throat. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his dick and slid him back as far as I could take him, gagging around his girth. Our fingers threaded together. His thighs jumped at my ministrations. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and lapped at the precum dripping from his thickness. I slowly bobbed my head. I gripped his hands tightly as he began to thrust his hips. I remembered everything he had taught me, how to relax my jaw and how to get my tongue out of the way.

  And I was rewarded with the taste of him as he spilled down my throat.

  “Ava, shit. Holy fuck, yes. So good to me. Oh.”

  His sounds blanketed my body as I swallowed every drop of him down, careful not to waste any of him. I ran my tongue up the underside of his dick, then release
d him with a pop. When I did, he pulled me toward him and crashed our lips together.

  “Now it’s my turn,” he whispered.

  He kissed down my body, lapping his tongue at my engorged nipples. I jumped and whimpered, my pussy juices dripping down my ass crack. Steam blanketed our bodies as he tossed my legs over his shoulders. His fingertips parted my folds and exposed me to the lecherous heat of his pulsing breath. I closed my eyes and braced myself, readied myself for the beautiful strokes of his tongue. I groaned when his lips fell on my clit.

  “Oh, Logan.”

  He lapped thick stripes up my dripping slit as my heels dug into his back.

  “Oh, yes,” I whispered.

  He slipped one finger into my throbbing pussy, then two. I slowly rolled my hips against his hands, taking my time with every sensation that ran through my body. Fire heated my gaze and electricity swirled my mind. Goosebumps ricocheted along my skin while my toes curled. His pinky traveled down the slope of my ass. He teased my soaked, puckered hole. When he pressed his finger into my ass, I almost flew through the roof.

  “Oh, shit!” I exclaimed.

  “There it is,” Logan groaned.

  “Holy fuck. Oh—oh my gosh.”

  “That’s it. Let it go, Ava.”

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

  “Mmmm, so divine for me. Let me hear you. Let me hear all of you.”

  I bucked wildly against his face. I reached down and fisted his soaked tendrils. I ground my swollen clit into his lips as his fingers filled my holes. It was all too much, and yet it wasn't enough. My heart slammed against my chest so hard, I thought it would break my sternum and come tumbling out. I’d never felt so fulfilled, so full in all my life. The sensations were indescribable, and I fell over the edge before I could catch my breath.

  “Mmm. Yes. So tasty, Ava.”

  My jaw unhinged to cry out, but no sound emerged. Pleasure pinned my body to the ground as Logan’s tongue rested against my clit. I moved against it even though I was unaware of my own movements. I shook against his face even though I was no longer in control of what I was doing. My jaw quivered. My hands cramped. My toes curled so deeply, my thighs hurt. My back collapsed against the shower floor, and I panted for breath, my heart racing a thousand times a second.

  Then Logan appeared in my vision.

  “I love you so much,” I whispered.

  Tears crested my eyes and ran down the sides of my face as a soft smile crossed his lips.

  “I love you too, Ava.”

  His lips came down to meet mine, and in that moment, his cock slid effortlessly against my swollen walls. I lifted my hips to meet him, to greet his entrance into my body as his hands found mine. Our fingers threaded together, and he pinned my hands above my head. Our eyes connected and I saw my reflection in his gaze. His beautiful, steely gaze that held my entire world.

  “I’ll never let you go,” I said breathlessly.

  “I’ll never give you a reason to,” Logan said.

  His hips rolled against mine, our eyes never wavering from the other’s. I locked my legs around him and met his hips thrust for thrust, our breaths mingling together. I dug my nails into the tops of his hands. His cock filled me and stroked my walls in ways I had come to adore. He filled me completely, perfectly, in every way that mattered. And as my lips connected with his, I felt all his love pour over onto my body.

  He slid his arms behind my back and pulled me into his body. He sat back on his heels, holding me in his lap as I clung to him. Water drenched us, soaked our hair and covered our bodies. His hips snapped up into mine as I helplessly hung there, my nails digging into his back. He grunted in my ear. Growls rumbled from his chest. I gasped his name and whimpered for more, needing him closer than I’d ever needed any other person in my life. He stood and pinned me against the shower wall. Our lips connected as his thrusts became pounding. My tits jumped against his chest, and my entire body shook at the electricity running through my veins.

  “Logan, don’t stop. Please. I’m so close.”

  “I want you to come for me, Ava. Can you do that?”

  My lips found the shell of his ear, and I felt his hips seat against mine.

  “Only if you come with me,” I whispered.

  He slammed into my body, and I cried out. My head fell back into the shower wall as his cock did it again—slid right out and slammed back in, raking across every sensitive part of me at once. Logan swiveled his hips, ground his tightly wound curls into my clit. My legs locked and I held him to me, feeling him thrust shallowly against me as I cupped his cheeks. I crashed my mouth to his. I nibbled on his lower lip. His grunts turned to growls as his cock throbbed against my walls, growing thicker with each thrust. My pussy massaged him. I was floating. My heart fluttered so quickly I could no longer count the beats, and it wasn’t until my orgasm took me over that our kiss disconnected.

  “Oh, shit. Logan, yes. Right there. Right there. Right there, baby. Oh—hell—”

  “I’m coming. I’m coming for you, Ava. Fuck. Yes. Ugh.”

  I collapsed against Logan as his cock emptied inside me, his chest pinning me to the wall. My forehead fell to his shoulder as I struggled to catch my breath. My legs trembled. My pussy fluttered around his girth. It milked his dick for all it had as threads of cum littered my swollen walls. I wrapped my arms underneath his and clung to his shoulders. I kissed his skin as water washed away the evidence of our love for one another. He fell to his knees, taking me with him as his cock stayed seated in the warmth my body had to give him.

  I smoothed his wet hair back from his forehead and finally brought my eyes to his.

  “I love you so much,” I said breathlessly.

  Logan captured my lips with his before his forehead fell to mine. “I love you too, Ava.”

  “I don’t want you to leave.”

  “No one ever said I was.”

  “I’m sorry for not taking your calls, or answering your texts, and letting someone else dictate what we—”

  His kiss silenced my words, and I was comforted by the softness of his lips.

  “It’s okay,” he said.

  “It’s not okay. I want to make it up to you. Tell me how I can make this right.”

  A breathless chuckle left his lips before he found the strength to stand. He slid his cock out from between my legs before he walked me through the water again. He turned it off and steered us both out of the shower, then bypassed the towels to lay me down on the bed. My soaked body curled up underneath the comforter of his bed as he slid in next to me without a care in the world as to what the water might do to his mattress. He pulled me close, sliding his arm underneath my neck before grabbing my leg and pulling it up over his hips.

  “Let me cook you breakfast in the morning,” he said.

  I settled my cheek against his shoulder as a smile crossed my lips.

  “Under one condition,” I said.

  “Anything.”

  “I don’t want you leaving to make anything until I wake up.” I looked up into his eyes and found him craning his neck to stare down at me.

  “May I ask why?”

  I leaned up to kiss his jawline before I settled back down on his shoulder.

  “I don’t just want to wake up in your bed, Logan. I want to wake up next to you.”

  “That can be arranged,” he said.

  Logan

  I inched my eyes open and looked down at the mass of hair on top of my chest. I drew in a deep breath, taking in the smell of her body. Ava’s arm tightened around me as she shifted, her leg sliding up mine before her toes tucked underneath my calf. I loved it when she did that, just wrapped herself around me as tightly as she could. It stole my breath away, and I made sure to commit every single part of it to memory in that moment.

  I started stroking her dark hair. I worked out the knots I’d caused last night, listening as she groaned and whimpered. Her leg stretched out and her hands splayed along my body. I heard her joints crack before
she let out a satisfied groan. Slowly and surely, I smoothed her hair out and away from her face, tucking it behind her ear and loosening the knots until all that was left were the shining tresses of her gorgeous locks.

  Then, she slowly turned her head and gazed into my eyes.

  “Morning,” she said groggily.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I said, grinning.

  “Been up long?”

  “Just opened my eyes a few minutes ago.”

  “What time is it?”

  “Does it matter?”

  She giggled and pressed her cheek back to my chest as her cute little butt wiggled around. I dropped my hand to it, grasping it tightly and jiggling it for my viewing pleasure. She laughed harder, the sleep clearing from her voice as she slid her way on top of me. The comforter blanketed us as my hands fell to her hips. She straddled me, her tired eyes hanging on to mine as my gaze danced between hers.

  “Good morning,” I said.

  “You already said that.”

  “Oh, well, in that case…”

  I rolled her over in bed, and her giggles filled the room. I pressed kiss after kiss upon her cheek, down her neck, into her bosom and around her belly button. She spread her legs for me, and I caught a whiff of her womanhood. That beautiful morning scent that smelled a little too much like my own. I rested my chin on her stomach and looked up at her flushed skin, watching her breasts move with her laughter. She slid her hands through my hair, working out the knots she had left behind in her own wake from the night before.

  “Good morning,” she said.

  “You already said that.”

  “Well, in that case…”

  She tugged at my hair, pulling me up her body for a kiss. Our lips collided and she wrapped herself around me, her legs locking and her arms pulling tightly around my neck. I drew in a deep breath, surrounding myself with her. My forehead fell against hers and our lips fell apart, nothing but our breaths intermingling while she clung to my body.