Not Just Friends (Hot in the City #3) - T. Gephart Page 0,49
heavy commitment you didn’t want to ask of someone unless you were fairly sure they had the stomach for it.
“Anyone I know?” he asked, probably wondering why I hadn’t already spilled.
Yep.
That was how it was going to go.
“You’ve met her,” I offered, figuring it was the closest I could get to the truth without fucking it up. “Look, I know you have a lot on your mind with Presley. We’ll talk about it after we see how it all pans out. Anyway, it’s very likely she’ll get sick of me and I’ll be back to single status before ever making it official.”
And as much as I hated to admit it, that wasn’t necessarily a lie. Who knew if after a week or two, Presley wouldn’t decide she wanted something else. Right now, we were both having fun and who even knew what the future held. All I knew was I wasn’t going to get worked up about it, enjoying what we had while it lasted, committed to not fucking up our friendship even if the sex stopped. It was a longshot, but I’d seen it done. Fuck, Cole—one of our EMTs—was the best man at his ex-wife’s wedding. He and his new wife even holidayed with the happy couple and somehow it had all worked out.
“Okay, but just because my head is tied up with my sister, don’t think I can’t shoot the shit if you need to. I already owe you with everything you’ve done, last thing I need is to rack up a debt from being a shitty friend too.”
Perfect, because I didn’t already feel like a jerk.
“Tibbs, it’s all good man.” I clapped him around the shoulder. “You’re far from a shitty friend, and there is nothing I need right now. But if this little heart-to-heart is over, I could use some decent sleep.”
He laughed, a smile spreading across his lips. “Gotcha, buddy. If the way you look is anything to go by, not a lot of sleeping went down last night. Make sure you set your alarm though, we both know I can’t be trusted to wake us both up in the morning.”
“Brother, I could be half-dead and still make it to work on time. I’ll see you in the morning.” And with a wave, I forgot all about the shower I hadn’t taken and collapsed into bed.
“Jared.”
My name moaned from her lips was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard, one last flick of my tongue making her come hard on my mouth. She’d made me promise to wake her when I got in, and I had spent most of the twenty-four hours apart thinking of exactly that. She was obviously tired, probably getting home only a few hours earlier and I’d finished what had been a largely uneventful shift. Calls came in, we went out and when it was time to finally clock out, I waved goodbye to my buddies at the stationhouse and went right back to Presley.
Going down on her was the highlight of my morning, her fingers still gripping my hair as the last of the tremors left her body.
“Good morning.” I planted a kiss on her thigh, working my way up the bed. “It’s still early though, so if you want to roll over and go back to sleep, I’m happy to join you.”
A contented sigh spilled from her lips, closing her eyes as I shuffled in beside her. I’d already lost my clothes, stripping at the door, pulling her naked body next to mine under the covers. “Mmmmm, you feel so nice.”
Her skin was soft, the faint smell of bodywash still lingering as I kissed her shoulder.
“That felt sooooo goooood.” Her ass wiggled against my dick, the breathy moan and the ass action making me even harder. “I totally owe you a blowjob when I wake up properly,” she giggled.
“Let’s worry about my payment when you’re more coherent. If I didn’t know how tired you were, I might have been offended you just came and are ready to go back to sleep. But I’m a big boy and know how talented I am, so there’s no way it was lack of technique.”
She laughed again, grabbing my hand and shoving it up against her tit. “Lack of technique is so not your problem. But,” she yawned, “you’re right, I need sleep. Especially after that mind-blowing orgasm.”
I liked holding her while she slept, dozing off with her and knowing she’d be there when I woke up. Hadn’t really cared much about it