Page 28 of Wilder Puck

“Where did this idea come from?” I ask.

She shrugs slowly like I just did and says, “I don’t know. It was all that vanilla talk during our run, telling your dad I’m your girlfriend, and guilt since we’re not best friends right now. You know what? You said we’re faking it, so I said screw it and let’s go the extra mile. Honestly, it kind of fell out of my mouth. Likevomit. I couldn’t control it. I’ve been thinking of ways I could help you with your sex life, and this just might be the answer.”

“Vomit,” I say glancing at the TV. Maybe it was the way I pinned her down. It had me fantasizing for a moment too.

“So, treat me like a girlfriend,” she says. “I mean, obviously, I’m not your girlfriend.”

You could be.

Fuck.

I adjust myself because my hard dick is bothersome in my underwear. We’re still best friends.

“Do you want more cookies?” I ask, changing the subject.

She shakes her head.

“Whipped cream?” I offer.

“Sure,” she says, clearing her throat. There’s nothing friendly about the way she’s looking at me as I spray whipped cream into her mouth. Her mouth is perfectly angled and then she licks her lips, eating the cream.

“Ads,” I groan, clearing my throat now because it’s constricting from this dry air. “I don’t know–”

“Don’t be a pussy,” she says.

So, I slowly move my hand over to her cheek, gripping her head. Her lips part as I hesitate. I can’t believe she’s offered this. Is this her way of saying she wants me?

I gulp and ask, “You want a taste of my vanilla?”

She nods, glancing down at my lips. “Yeah,” she whispers.

Fuck…

I.

Am.

Screwed.

My mouth waters. “Aren’t you going to give me some pointers right now?”

“First I need to know what I’m working with.”

I swallow. “Right.”

The tension is thick now that I have my hand on her face. Before I do anything, I say, “Are you sure?”

She nods, giving me a look I’ve seen before. This look is normally given to me in the middle of a simple conversation. It brings me back to reality. Addison is my best friend, and I can’t fucking jeopardize that.

I drop my hand because I don’t know if I can do this. I shake my head. “Baddie.”

She unbuttons her top, and all I can do is watch. Her nipples slip past the satin, and she drops it to expose herself to me.

And.

I’m.

Fucking.