I thrust into her and back out, my lips casting kisses all over her skin. I palm her tits and make her nipples sharp as glass with my tongue. Although I love fucking her when she can touch me, there’s something about tying her up and having her at my mercy that is so fucking hot. I think it’s the fact that she gets off on giving me that power too. It makes me want to draw out our pleasure.
She says my name like a prayer.
“Right here, baby.” I run my thumb over her lips, and she opens, accepting it, twirling her tongue around my finger. I thrust a little harder inside her and her teeth clamp down on my thumb. I pull it out and replace it with my mouth, needing to kiss her as we fall apart.
My arms slide under her torso and pull her body down as my hips drive into her. Sweat forms between us, and curses and moans fill the room. Her pussy clenches my dick so hard, I close my eyes and think of the game last night to divert my attention and make sure she comes before me.
Jana’s body tenses under mine. I push into her a few more times, angling my dick up to hit her G-spot, and she falls apart in my arms. I come inside her with a bellow, holding myself in her wet heat.
We lie there until the waves of our orgasms retreat. Then I undo her feet and arms and push her blindfold up over her head. She smiles at me, making me feel like a rock star.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hi.”
I kiss her and get out of bed to grab a washcloth. I clean her up, then toss her one of my T-shirts while I grab my sweatpants.
“I’m starving now,” I say.
She hops on my back, her legs straddling my waist. “Feed me.”
“I thought I just did that.”
She laughs, and her arms tighten around my neck as I walk us to the kitchen.
Life is good. Really fucking good.
“So, he’s your boyfriend?” Paisley asks, sitting on my couch with her legs tucked under her.
“Yeah.”
“Oh man. I’m so happy for you.” She raises her glass of water, and I tap it with my glass of wine.
“Thanks. It’s weird to think about, since I never thought I’d have a relationship with anyone, especially Kane. But it doesn’t feel weird when we’re together.”
Her eyes light up. “Does this mean that maybe you’ve changed your mind about kids?”
I see the hope in her eyes. She’s really starting to show now, and I know she’d like nothing more than for me to join her in this momentous stage of her life.
I shake my head. “Sorry.”
“Ugh. I want us to raise them together. They could be best friends just like us.”
I sip my wine and extend my legs. “Being someone’s girlfriend and being someone’s wife and the mother of their children is completely different.”
She shrugs. “I just wish.”
“I know, Pais, but I don’t want them and neither does Kane, so it works for us.”
“Kane doesn’t want kids?” Her eyes practically bulge out. “Have you seen him with Annabelle? I thought for sure he’d be into it.”
I shake my head, not about to divulge why Kane feels that way, but it’s probably a conversation we should have again. Just to make sure he feels the same now that things are moving forward.
“Huh,” she says. “That really surprises me.”
We sit in silence for a moment. Fear grips my heart that Kane said that, but maybe he didn’t mean it or maybe he thinks he doesn’t want them but will change his mind. Because my best friend is right—Kane would make an amazing father.
“Don’t overthink things,” Paisley says, knowing me better than I know myself sometimes.
“I’m not.”
“You are. I can see it all over your face. Just enjoy this, Jana.”
“What if he wants to get married?” I cringe at the thought of being a wife, but at the same time, maybe being Kane’s wife doesn’t sound that bad.
She sits up. “You’ve officially been his girlfriend for all of two days now. Calm down.”
Paisley is right. My mind is messing with me. I need to just enjoy this.
“These are the fun days. The early stages when you can’t get enough of each other and all you think about is him.” Paisley smiles as though she remembers those days fondly.
“So where does that leave you now?”
Paisley shrugs. “Oh, I love Maks. But now I’m not so willing to watch sports with him. I go upstairs to watch my own television shows. We argue about who emptied the dishwasher last. Things just get normal.”
I chew the inside of my cheek. That sounds awful and not fun at all.
“But we still have hot sex.” She runs her hands over her stomach. “Obviously I wouldn’t have this little nugget otherwise.”
I nod, unconvinced.
“Oh shit, Jana, stop it. Surely you knew this early stage wouldn’t last forever?”
“I’ve never been in a relationship before. The most is, like, five dates with that finance guy my dad set me up with.”
“There are ups and downs in every relationship. Like, before my period, I want to strangle Maksim. But then my hormones level out, and I just want to snuggle up to him and never have him leave my side.”
“Speaking of periods…” I do not want to discuss this relationship thing anymore because I can feel my anxiety rising with every word that comes out of her mouth.
“Did you not get yours? Maybe we will have babies.”
I give her a “give me a break” look. “Pais, I’ve been on the pill forever.”
She mumbles under her breath and makes a face.
“But I’ve had some spotting in between cycles, which has never happened before.”
She waves me off. “I’ve had that before. I spotted the entire first month of this pregnancy. Scary as shit, but the gyno told me it’s okay. Not that I’m saying you’re pregnant. I’m just saying I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“I made an appointment with Dr. Winston, but she can’t get me in for, like, a month. Isn’t that crazy?”
“Not to sound elitist but I’m sure with your name and your bank account you can find someone to see you sooner.”
I wave her off. “Probably but I like my doctor. I’ve seen her since I was a teenager and I’m comfortable with her. I can wait. It’s not like it’s something major.”
“Get pregnant and they make room for you.” She smiles widely, touching her stomach again.
I’m excited for my best friend to have a baby. She deserves all the happiness in the world, but hopefully she’ll understand parenthood isn’t for everyone.
“A month doesn’t sound so bad.”
She laughs and I down my glass of wine.
After work, I head over to Kane’s.
We seem to spend a lot of time over there. More than my place, because of Rocky.
I ring the doorbell and I hear Rocky sniffing on the other side of the door. Kane opens the door, and he’s shirtless with a pair of shorts slung low on his hips. I’m so busy admiring him that I don’t notice Rocky jumping at me.
“Whoa, Rock!” Kane yells, but the dog already has his front two paws on my shoulders.