Page 10 of A Little Bit Reckless

He did too.

“Wells…” My name rumbled into my back, his chest pressing up against me. Reaching around, he grabbed my dick, and I sucked in a breath. For some reason, I let him work me, massage my balls, but not for long before I wised up and thew an elbow into his abs. That shit was rock solid and radiated hard into my joint, but that didn’t stop me from doing it again. Bru didn’t even move he was so big and me doing that would havenormallysent a guy down.

It didn’t affect Bru, and as if to emphasize that, the fucker locked me into a bear hug. He grabbed me tight against his chest, his hand pumping my dick, and I closed my eyes because I couldn’t help it.

Fresh cut grass. Oak…

I’d come to hate that smell, resent it. Bru’s hand went to my throat, and when he tried to kiss me, my neck, I shoved him off. I finally got my mind back.

I finally got the strength.

I turned around and that strength wavered a bit seeing Bru just as naked as me. The shower had taken his Clark Kent hair and flattened it over his brow. It curled a little. His jaw tightened and it worked when he noticed I was just as hard as he was.

And wet.

Bru’s pecs glistened down to his abs, his dick, and he massaged it a little, looking at me. The action made my cock twitch. He rewet his lips. “Wells…”

I grabbed him, threw him against the wall, and he put his hands up instantly.

He submitted.

I felt myself go harder. In fact, I was fucking steel, and when I let go, I turned. I squeezed the bridge of my nose, and after, ran my fingers through my hair.

“Wells—”

“I told you to staythe fuckaway from me,” I growled, and when I pivoted, he blinked in front of me. My jaw clicked. “You had no fucking right to do that, touch me.”

He didn’t. I told him no.

Bru said nothing, his back still against the wall and his naked chest moving rapidly up and down.

I bared my teeth. “I told you. I’m not into this shit.”

I wasn’tinto him, and when he walked toward me, I put my fist up. I’d punch his ass out. I didn’t care if he was my fucking friend.

He put his hands up again. “Wells…”

If this dude said my name one more fucking time, like that… I pointed at him. “I told you. I’m not into you, bro. What? You didn’t get the fucking message?”

I didn’t know how I could have been clearer with everything that happened before this moment, but, when I said that, he laughed.He laughed, and I almost did hit his ass.

He gestured toward me. “I’m pretty sure that’s not true.”

His dark eyes scanned down to what he clearly saw as the evidence of that.

My eyes narrowed. “That shit is physical, bro. It was a physical response only and doesn’t change anything.”

It didn’t, and so what I was hard? I got hard watching fuckingTitanicand that was barely a flash of tits.

Once more, Bru said nothing, and I walked up to him. He was still hard too of course, but I ignored that. “I’m. Not. Into. You. We’re friends, bro, and that’s it.”

It was, and what happened between us shouldn’t have. I knew better than to kiss someone I considered a friend.

I knew better than to more than kiss my friend.

Bruno Sloane-Mallick and I had made a mistake. I was aware that shit was on me. We started hooking up with girls at parties as a release for him. He always took himself way too seriously.

“We crossed a line,” I continued, and I was aware of that too. I swallowed. “We both did, but we are friends and that’s it, Bru.”