She panted, “I know.”
I positioned my knee a little higher, causing her leg to incline with mine. Her breathing spiked, and I knew I was hitting her g-spot better from the angle.
My face hovered above hers as we caught our breath, trying to find a rhythm. It was effortless, the two of us coming together. My thrusts became harder and rougher, her body responded perfectly with mine. Our hips moved like we were made for each other. I lapped at her breasts, unable to get enough of her.
“Leo,” she breathed out, and I swear my cock got harder.
I moved back up to her face, and our mouths parted, we both panted profusely. I felt myself starting to come unhinged which was very unusual for me.
Fuck me.
Don’t come so fast, Leo.
Think about baseball, about football, about anything other than how incredible she felt throbbing on the head of your cock.
“Fuck, you feel good. How do you feel this good?”
“I’m almost there,” she breathlessly gasped.
“Mmm…” I groaned, her pussy gripping onto my dick. “If you do that again, I’m going to come.”
“What happened to ladies first?”
“No one feels like you, Lala. Jesus, it’s like your pussy was made for me.”
Mila apparently liked dirty talk, in less than a second, she exploded around my shaft.
Long.
Hard.
Utterly mind-blowing.
Climaxing all the way down to my balls and taking me right over with her. I shook with my release and passionately kissed her.
From her neck.
To her breasts.
Back up to her lips.
“I don’t usually go that fast, I promise.”
“I mean, I can still see why girls spend the night. Your oral skills are an A-plus. Watching all that porn with your boys really turned out well for you.”
“I’m so glad you enjoyed that so much because I already want to suck on your clit again. There’s no coming back from you, is there?”
“Damn,” she breathed out, making me hard again. “I guess things took a really sharp turn, huh?”
“You could say that.”
“So, what now?”
“Now.” I cunningly grinned, kissing down her chest. “I’m going to have to fuck you with my mouth again.”
I ate her out two more times, and I lost count of how many times I made her scream my fucking name. Begging me to stop.
I didn’t.
After our third time having sex, I pulled her into my arms and she fell fast asleep in a matter of seconds.
Softly, I played with her hair, staying up all night. Not wanting tomorrow to arrive so soon. I counted down the hours she was wrapped in my arms. Blissfully sleeping. Looking fucking gorgeous.
I didn’t want her to go.
I was ready to beg her to stay.
Though I wouldn’t.
I couldn’t.
Could I?
I didn’t know where we went from here, what I would say to her in the morning, what she would say to me. There was no going back after this, we crossed the line, we were so far over the line, it was now gone.
Deleted.
Vanished.
Maybe the line was never there? Maybe it was…
All I knew was that I didn’t want her to leave in a few hours. It felt wrong.
I needed her.
I had always needed her.
She was always there for me.
Where would I be without her? Where would she be without me?
I didn’t have the answers, I barely knew the questions.
She was my best friend. I loved her. I’d always loved her.
Was I in love with her?
No.
Maybe.
Yes?
Was she in love with me?
No.
Maybe.
Yes?
Who knows? Did she?
And now we were naked in this small ass bed, and she was sleeping on my chest. Except, she’d slept like this before on me, several times actually. It was never weird, like having sex with her, it felt normal.
The longer I stayed there, the more I realized, we didn’t fuck.
We didn’t have sex.
We made love.
For the first time in my life, I made love, and I craved to do it again and whenever I wanted to.
I. Was. Fucked.
Because she was still leaving tomorrow.
Could I beg her to stay?
Would she?
Over the horizon, the sun was waking up. Through the trees, I watched my life flash before my eyes.
Our memories.
Our childhood.
Our firsts.
Was this our last?
The past was her.
The present was her.
The future… I didn’t know.
I hugged her closer to my body, wrapping my arms completely around her. She stirred a little but didn’t open her eyes.
Mila wanted to experience new things, I couldn’t stand in her way. It wouldn’t be fair. I thought about the Playboy Pact, about the promise I made to stay single and never fall in love. Until this very moment, I thought I created the pact with the boys to stay close and in each other’s lives. I thought I was doing it for them.
I wasn’t.
I didn’t want to fall in love and be with anyone because this whole time, the person I was meant to be with…
The one I wanted.
Couldn’t live without.
Had been by my side this whole time.
The woman I was in love with…
Was Mila Lawrence.
Lala.
My best friend.
Chapter 24
—Mila—
The next thing I knew, my eyes fluttered open. “Mmm…” I hummed, trying to fully wake up, but the first thing I noticed, I was alone. “Leo!” I called out, sitting up in the bed.
No answer.
I wiped the sleep away from my eyes. “Leo!”
Still, no answer.
Scooting off the bed toward the ladder, I climbed down until my feet hit the wooden floor at the bottom. Taking a look around the open space, he was nowhere to be found.
“Where did he go?” I walked onto the porch and he wasn’t outside either. “Hmm…”
Confused, I went back inside and shut the double doors behind me. I grabbed clothes to change into, making my way into his bedroom, my mind thinking of every possible scenario of where Leo could be.
Out of nowhere, a memory attacked my mind when we were in Cancun.
“You’re just a regular Casanova, Leo Hawkins.”
“I aim to please. Hopefully, she’ll wake up and leave, and then I can avoid the whole morning after situation.”
I blinked, and I was standing in the shower. The warm water was cascading down my head and body.
Did he leave to avoid me too?
My heart was racing.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
I tried not to think about last night, but there was no way I could avoid it.
We had sex!
I had sex with my best friend!
I saw his dick!
He made me squirt for the first time ever!
Image after image played through my mind as I finished my shower. In my pursuit to wash away my worry, I forgot to grab a towel from the linen closet.
“Shit.”
I squeezed out my hair and shook my body like I was a dog with fur and it would actually do something before stepping out onto the shower rug. Tiptoeing toward the closed bathroom door, I opened it, coming face to face with Leo standing right there in front of me. Holding a coffee and donut in his hands.