Page 12 of Best Friends

“Did you drive drunk?” I rasp, trying to shove down my irritation at how late he is. I told him I’d wait up, so I shouldn’t be mad at him.

He shakes his head. “Nah, I took an Uber here. I figured we could pick up my car tomorrow.” He slips past me into my house. “Besides, I figured you wouldn’t want anyone to see my car parked outside your house all night.” There’s a hint of resentment in his voice. “People might get the wrong idea.”

I shut the door, sighing. “Come on, Malcolm.”

“What?” He looks innocent. “I’m your dirty little secret, right?”

I ignore his question. “Why are you so late?”

“Well, I had to soothe poor Amanda’s ego because you left.” He makes an unsteady line into the living room where he slumps down on the couch. “She really likes you, dude.”

I perch on the arm of the couch. “What am I supposed to say to that?”

He shrugs. “I just feel bad for her.”

I narrow my eyes. “Are you sad that I didn’t take her back to your place and fuck her or something?”

He blanches. “No, not at all. It’s just that she’s a nice girl and she was sad. I’m trying to explain why I stayed out so late. Cecilia and her were bummed that the evening didn’t go as planned.”

Guilt flutters through me. “True. Sorry. I did kind of leave you holding the bag.”

“Meh. I told you to go.” He shrugs. “It was fine. They’re both great girls.”

I study him and then an ugly thought comes to me. “Did they try to have a threesome with you?”

He avoids my gaze. “What does it matter? I wasn’t about to do that.”

“They did, didn’t they?” I laugh although jealousy nudges me. “So much for Amanda missing me.”

“She did miss you. They were drunk, that’s all. Amanda especially needed her ego stroked after you left.”

“Were you tempted?” I attempt to sound casual, but I don’t think I pull it off because he looks annoyed.

“What? Hell no.” He scowls at me. “That’s a shit thing to say to me, C. I was stuck entertaining them alone and that’s the thanks I get?”

I grimace. “Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “You really have no trust in me at all, do you?”

I move to sit beside him on the couch, pressing my leg against his.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, Malc.

I feel lost. I mean, I’ve spent almost our entire friendship watching you sleep with chicks.

Now supposedly you’re giving that up to be with me ?

” I laugh harshly. “That doesn’t seem possible. ”

He grabs my hand, swiping his calloused thumb over my heated skin. “Well, it is possible. I wasn’t the least bit tempted, C. All I wanted was to get here. But they were depressed and I felt like I owed them a good time. But I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, turning my face into his big shoulder. “I’m being a jerk. I’m sorry.”

He puts his big hand on the back of my neck. “It’s okay, C. I know you’re a suspicious bastard.”

I shiver at his touch, still mystified by why I now feel lust when he touches me.

It makes no sense to me that my feelings have changed so completely.

It’s as if once the switch was flipped, there’s no going back.

I can’t imagine wanting anyone sexually but Malcolm now.

Was I always secretly attracted, but I shoved it down?

Why was being around him platonically enough before, but now not?

That sweaty, hormonal feeling from a few weeks ago washes over me again.

It’s almost like my heat suppressants don’t work anytime I’m around Malcolm.

Maybe I need a stronger dose. I’m embarrassed when slick releases from my hole and he inhales as if sensing how my body is responding to his closeness.

“Are you okay, C?” he asks. “You feel really warm.”

“I feel a little flushed.” I admit, slipping my arm around his waist. “But mostly I’m just really glad you’re finally here.”

“Me too.” His hand slips down my back and there’s a possessive quality to it. “We should go to bed. It’s late.”

My stomach swirls with excitement. “You think I’m just going to take you to my bedroom, sailor?”

He laughs. “I sure hope so.” He glances around the room. “There are way too many windows in here for someone who has a secret to keep.”

“True.” I pull away from him and get to my feet.

He watches me for a few moments, a little smile hovering on his sexy mouth. “Can’t wait to suck you off, C.”

I shiver. “Who says you’re sucking me off?”

Lust glitters in his eyes. “I assumed we’d both get sucked off. But you had to wait for me all evening and I feel bad. I was trying to be polite by letting you go first.”

“Ahhh, I see. You were being considerate. I didn’t expect that from you.”

He gets up, a sexy smirk on his lips. “You going to give me a hard time all night? Or can we get to the good part?”

“Follow me. You’ve been a good boy tonight so you should be rewarded.

” I turn and head toward my bedroom. I’m acting cavalier, but inside I’m having a meltdown.

What exactly will Malcolm want from me tonight?

It’s not like I’m versed in gay sex. We shared a few glorious blowjobs the night we went to the convention, and whatever that was in the bathroom this evening.

But overall, I’m very inexperienced at being with a guy.

As if reading my mind, Malcolm grabs my arm as we enter my bedroom. “Hey, C. We won’t do anything you don’t want, okay?”

I laugh sheepishly. “I just don’t know anything about being with a guy, you know?”

He grunts. “Yes, I know. I’m in the same boat. I’ve never been with a guy before you either. This is all new territory for both of us.”

I blow out a shaky breath. “You seem so much calmer about everything.”

“Trust me, inside I’m not calm.” He pulls me into his arms and I go willingly. I’m craving his touch. His breath is hot against the side of my neck, and his big hands rub my lower back. “We can work up to things. For now, let’s just suck each other and shit like that.”

I swallow loudly. “You say it so casually. ‘Hey, let’s just suck each other’s dicks, old pal.’”

He laughs. “God, sorry, But I really want to taste you again, and I’m not sure how else to say it.”

I want what he’s offering, so I’m not sure why I’m being difficult. I suppose it’s just fucking weird to go from seeing him platonically to instantly wanting his mouth on my dick. My face is hot just thinking about it. It feels wrong, and yet also so right.

I pull away from him and yank my T-shirt off over my head.

He watches me, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt.

His heated gaze runs over my naked torso and my dick throbs at the look in his eyes.

He looks every bit the alpha right now. Predatory.

Powerful. I shiver when his eyes lighten to a silvery blue in the dim light.

That’s happened every time we get sexual with each other.

It must be some male alpha thing. None of the female alphas I’ve been with have ever had their eye color change.

I slip out of my sweats and underwear and go to the bed.

I take out lube from the nightstand. He strips quickly, eyes never leaving me.

I crawl up on the bed and lie on my side, and he joins me.

We’re both naked now, facing each other.

His dick is thick and hard, and mine is the same.

There’s no denying we’re sexually turned on by each other. It’s shocking, but glaringly obvious.

He reaches out and runs his hand along the curve of my hip.

I shiver at his touch, holding his lusty gaze.

My ass oozes slick, and my face warms when his nostrils flare.

I’m not used to my body reacting like it’s doing.

But he’s so in tune to me he notices every sign of my arousal.

His cedar scent changes when he’s turned on too.

His masculine scent becomes earthier. It’s weird experiencing all these new things with him.

While our kind no longer shift, we’re still driven by our primal instincts and our bodies are doing what they were made to do.

I’m nervous. I start to joke about how this is the weirdest sleepover I’ve ever had, but my mouth is suddenly dry.

He’s so close now, pressing the heat of his chest against mine, and all the smartass comments slide away.

His hand roams from my waist to my hip, stopping at the curve of my ass.

I swear I can feel the thread of his pulse in his thumb. He’s as excited as I am.

He leans in to kiss me, and I let myself fall back, pulling him on top of me.

The weight of his body pins me, and it’s a relief, like he’s holding me together.

I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him tight, and he grins against my lips.

His hands are busy, stroking down my thighs, over my calves, and back up to my thighs.

Once we’ve feasted on each other’s mouths for a while, he slowly sits up, and when I bend my knees, he settles between my thighs.

He pumps lube into his palm and slicks himself with practiced motions.

Then he reaches for me, running his hand slowly over my length.

I gasp, arching into his grip. He continues to stroke me, and with his other hand, he traces a finger along my ass crack, spreading the slick over my hole in slow, caressing movements.

I groan at the contact, and he smiles, clearly pleased by my reaction.

My ass clenches instinctively at the salacious look in his eyes.

Even though he said we wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to do, there’s a part of me that wants him to fuck me.

I’ve told him as much when we were in the bathroom at the restaurant tonight.

I definitely want his cock inside me someday, but I’m not sure that day is here yet.