The head of my cock responded by swelling while I drank her in…drinking me in.
“Uh, no,” I mumbled, twisting away before she could spot the bulge growing in my sweats.
Shocked, I stared down at my cock as if it could somehow tell me why it was standing at attention after I’d checked Liv James out. Christ. How hard up did I have to be to sprout wood over my best friend?
Apparently, it was time to find one of those girls I had been lying about. ASAP.
Wait. I wasn’t the only one who’d been turned on by our awkward exchange. How hard up was she?
“When was the last time you got laid?” I blurted, my back still facing her—not wanting to display the flagpole currently tenting my pants.
“A while, but you can’t blame me. Douchebags suck in bed.”
Not this one.
Oh, God!
I jumped in surprise when her arms suddenly folded around my waist from behind.
Goddamn it!
“Don’t be mad,” she whispered into my T-shirt.
My heart raced as her front came flush with my back. Liv hugged me all the time, but never—not once—had I noticed how firm her tits were as they pressed against me. Right then, in the middle of what was clearly some kind of sexual psychotic episode, it was all I could think of. Every breath I took ground her large breasts into me. And, with the rate in which my lungs sped at that realization, it left us only one step away from dry-humping.
Her grip shifted lower as she squeezed me tight.
She was only inches away from my straining erection, and I prayed that she didn’t notice it, all the while hoping that her hand accidentally brushed against it—repeatedly.
With just the thought, my cock twitched.
Fuck.
Prying her hands away, I took a giant step forward in effort to gain some space and, hopefully, sense. “I’m…uh…I’m not feeling good. I’m gonna take a shower and head to bed.”
Long strides carried me toward my room.
What the fucking fuck just happened?
Liv called out behind me, “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll stop dating douchebags and you screw whoever you want.”
Well, that would be you right about now.
Son of a bitch.
I need serious mental help.
I waved her apology off. Just before closing my door on the most confusing interaction of my entire life, I replied, “See you in the morning.”
It was a lie.
Five minutes later, I saw her on the backs of my eyelids as I stroked my cock in the shower.
Then I saw her again thirty minutes after that as I tried to flood her out of my mind with Internet porn. I was going to Hell, but the two of us starred in every one of those videos. Hence the reason my night ended with me coming on my stomach before finally falling asleep.
It had been a Friday three months ago when that had happened, and every single day since had been pure and utter hell.
Apparently, I was the only one who ate the freaky, ecstasy-laced bananas that night, because while I was pounding my dick like a thirteen-year-old who’d just discovered it any time she so much as walked out of her room in yoga pants, Liv seemed completely unaffected.
Just friends. Same as always.
I couldn’t have her. I knew that much. But that didn’t stop my mind from spinning in that direction every time I laid eyes on her.
And, considering that it was now the night of the On The Ropes Youth Boxing Fundraiser Gala, I knew I was in for an evening of torture.
She’d dress up. Something tight and sexy yet unbelievably classy. She’d put on a pair of heels I’d spend weeks dreaming about fucking her in. She’d have her hair and makeup done sleek, sultry, and agonizing—for me, anyway. The real pain was that, even though she would be on my arm when we walked through the doors, she would be fair game for every single man in the room.
No. Liv James definitely wasn’t mine.
Yet.
“HOW LONG DO I HAVE to wait before I can take the jacket off?” Quarry asked, offering an arm for me as we exited the black SUV and stepped onto the red carpet.
We were at a charity gala to raise money for the On The Ropes youth boxing program. Slate had been funding it on his own for years, and when Till had won the championship and bought half the gym, he’d done the same. It was quickly becoming too expensive for either of them to carry on their own.