Page 27 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend (Chicago Awakenings #2)

Parker is very literal with his word choices, if he offered to check off some sort of first-times list, then that's probably exactly what he intends to do, nothing more. He isn’t wanting to turn our friendship into something more.

He found out we were both bi and figured it would make sense to get our first experiences with other people’s dicks out of the way with someone that we’re comfortable with.

Which I guess it does…except for the fact that I don’t want to stop after that.

Okay, this is fine though, no need to panic.

Parker loves lists, I just need to find the longest list of gay sex acts and make sure that he’s using that one for our plans.

Maybe suggest we really master each act before actually crossing it off.

This doesn’t need to be over quickly. I’ll be the best damn friends-with-benefits ever, make sure that Parker knows how happy I could make him, and then maybe over time Parker will realize how great we could be together.

He’ll understand that we already live together and work together and spend all of our time together, so that by adding sex to the mix we’ll basically already be married, and then maybe he’ll agree to us being together for real.

Great plan. Totally not setting myself up for heartbreak.

Parker asks me about the other experiences I’d want to try out that we’ll offer the guests and we talk about kayaking and snorkeling as we finish our food, mostly ignoring the champagne.

When we’re done we make our way back to the helipad, I successfully resist the temptation to reach out for Parker’s hand as we walk along the beach.

Maybe one day.

After the helicopter brings us back to the main island, we spend some time driving around with Teva, exploring local shops before having dinner with the crew working on the hotel.

By the time we get back to our villa, I’m buzzing.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about if Parker will want to hook up again tonight.

I really fucking hope so . I don’t want to wait until we're back home. What if something’s different once we’re no longer on the island?

I don’t want to give him time to overthink anything and change his mind.

I don’t go far once we step inside, pausing where I’ve just closed the door behind us, hyperaware of the tension that’s been building on the walk back here. Should I wait until we’re ready for bed? Bring it up now?

“You okay?” Parker asks, turning back to look at me with a raised brow as he realizes I didn’t follow him inside.

“Are we going to start tonight?” I ask, unable to wait any longer with how excited I am. Both figuratively and literally.

Parker’s expression shifts to worry. “Oak, we don’t have to do anything, if you’re having second thoughts?—”

“No second thoughts,” I interrupt. “I’d like to.

I just wasn’t sure what you were thinking…

” I trail off as Parker slowly approaches me with a lopsided, cocky grin that I’m not sure I’ve ever seen on him before.

Holy fuck it’s hot, though . Even more of my blood rushes south as he gets closer, surrounding me with his wide shoulders and towering height.

But he doesn’t say anything and I can’t seem to shut up as I whisper, “What do you want to do?”

For a moment, he just stands there, eyes darting around my face like he’s searching for something in my expression.

Then his gaze lingers on my mouth, and he’s stepping in even closer, crowding me back against the door.

“This,” he says on an exhale before reaching down to cup the back of my neck in his hand, guiding my face up toward him as he looks down at me.

Our lips meet, and I immediately confirm that our first kiss was not a fluke.

His mouth on mine sets my body alight in a way that I’m beginning to associate only with him.

I’m buzzing with the pleasure he awakens in me, and I’m desperate for more.

He grips my hips as I push my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss as I bring my hand up around his neck to grab his hair, holding him firmly in place against me.

Our tongues tangle, exploring each other, fighting for dominance, and it still isn’t enough.

He slides his hands around my hips to grip my ass before moving them lower to lift me up and closer to him.

Without hesitation, I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist so that he’s holding me as he grinds his hard cock into mine.

I groan at the sensation, and he moves to kiss and suck down my neck as I continue to rock my hips into him. I love being in his arms like this, surrounded by him. I feel completely lost in the euphoric feelings Parker inspires in me.

Us hooking up was the best idea ever.

“Oak, fuuuck ,” Parker says before letting out another moan followed by a soft chuckle .

He stops kissing me, and I finally open my eyes, which I’d apparently closed, and shift back in his hold to look down at him. He’s staring up at me with a look of wonder.

“Why’d we wait so long to do that?” I tease.

“No idea,” he replies with a grin and a shake of his head.

Despite all of these new concerns that he’s inspired in me about what this will mean for us long-term and if he could ever want more, I love that he’s still Parker, still my best friend who I can joke around with, who makes me feel comfortable in any situation.

We’re grinning at each other like complete idiots, and I’m loving every second of it.

The electricity between us builds as we enjoy the moment.

“Now, where were we?” I ask, leaning in to kiss him again.

Kissing Parker is amazing. I can’t believe it took us over twenty years to do this.

The feel of his stubble against my own is hot as hell as we battle for control.

He’s so much more dominant than any woman I’ve ever been with, and I love that I don’t have to hold back either, don’t have to worry if I’m being too rough.

Then Parker shifts his grip so he’s fully supporting me, backing away from the door and turning toward the small kitchen area of the villa.

He’s walking, holding me in his arms like I don’t weigh almost two hundred pounds, and the casual display of his strength is making the desire pooling in my gut even harder to ignore.

Eventually he places me on the counter, still holding me flush against him.

My cock is rock hard as I grind it into him, the counter is the perfect height, and the way he’s squeezing and kneading my ass is putting all sorts of ideas into my head.

Is he thinking about fucking me? Do I want him to already?

My cock twitches at the idea, and I think I’d be up for anything at this point with how fucking desperate I feel.

Then I remember that this is Parker. I don't need to wonder what he’s thinking, I can just ask him.

Hooking up with your best friend is awesome.

I finally force myself to pull back from the kiss, and he immediately moves his mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking like he did earlier.

It feels so fucking good. I hope it leaves a bruise too.

I want him to cover me in his marks, to have the proof of this moment even if no one else will know they’re from him.

“So, what should we do first?” I ask breathlessly.

A small moan escapes from my lips as he sucks on the pulse in my neck but eventually he pulls back. “What do you mean?”

“Well, there’s so many new things for us to try,” I point out eagerly. “Blowjobs, frotting, rimming, anal; we’ve been hearing Beck and his friends talk about this stuff for years. Now that I know how much I like kissing you, and how hot it is to watch you come, I want to try it all.”

He lets out a soft laugh. “So even though you’ve never been with a man, just like that, you want to jump right into rimming and anal?

” he asks with the same teasing tone he’d use to taunt me if we were playing video games or competing against each other in the gym.

I love that we can still be us while we’re casually grinding our hard cocks together.

“Maybe not right to rimming. I feel like that might require some more prep work than I have the patience for right now,” I deadpan, making him laugh even louder this time.

His laugh always makes my chest feel lighter and I can’t stop a huge smile from taking over my face.

This is already one of the best hookups I’ve ever had with how easy everything is between us.

I’m definitely going to need a longer list of things for us to do, try out kinks too, just to be sure we haven’t missed anything else we might like.

Honestly, I’d try anything, and I’m looking for any excuse so that we can keep this up indefinitely.

“Okay, we’ll save rimming for another day.

What about blowjobs?” I offer. “I bet I’ll be really great at blowjobs. ”

“Have you been practicing? You seem a little too confident about that,” he teases, biting his lip like he’s trying to hold back his smile.

“No, but I really like getting blowjobs. I’m sure it’s transferable knowledge,” I say confidently, trying to get him to laugh again.

“I’m happy to have you test out your skills.

But, you gave me a handjob this morning, so I’m kind of feeling like I owe you the first blowjob,” he offers, moving to unbutton my pants.

I help him, lifting my hips so that he can pull them off with my underwear.

My swollen cock slaps against my abs when it's finally freed, but he takes his time removing the rest of my clothes. I’m left completely naked on our kitchen counter while he stands between my legs, still fully clothed.