bones; I am pure lust. Pure love. “Oh fuck.”
He slows down, doing something with his hips that nearly makes me black out. “You didn’t answer my question, Emma.” Again and again and again, he rubs on that spot. “Please what?”
“Stay,” I cry out. “Be ours. Fuck me whenever you want, however you want.”
He thrusts deep and presses his body hard to mine, pinning me to the bed. Derek’s lips brush my ear. “You say that when I’m fucking you hard and dirty, but the second we get back to real life, you’ll start questioning it. You’ll change your mind.”
“No.”
“Yes.” He grinds into me, stealing my breath. “You might last long enough to make sure my addiction to your pussy, to Grayson’s cock, really sets in. And then you’ll go back to your happy marriage to each other and I’ll be left in the cold.”
I shove back, and Derek hesitates, but finally pulls out and lets me turn around. I waste no time pulling him back to me, guiding his cock back inside me. I wrap my legs around his thick waist, trying to hold him in every I’m able, and look up into his hazel eyes. “You’re wrong.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes. You are.” I kiss him hard, but some things need to be spoken aloud. “Derek—”
He uncrosses my legs and rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I blink down at him for a moment, and he gives an unexpected grin. “Ride my cock, Emma. Let me watch you fuck me. It’s the least you can do while you’re breaking my heart.”
“I don’t want to break your heart,” I whisper. “Neither of us do. We just want you.”
“It will never work.”
That wasn’t a no. I press my hands to his thighs, arching my back, and begin riding his cock. “But what if it does? What if you get me like this whenever you want me? What if you can fuck Grayson whenever you get to feeling needy?” I bite my bottom lip. “What if we get all the sexy moments and all the soft moments and just all the fucking moments, Derek? What then?”
His gaze is glued to where his cock enters me. I keep fucking him, waiting for a response, but apparently I’m not going to get one. Not now. That’s okay. I like spinning out this fantasy that could be our reality if we’d just get out of our own way. “Don’t you like how I fuck you, Derek?”
“Yes,” he growls.
“Don’t you want this always?”
He grabs my hips. “Fuck. Yes, Emma. Is that what you want to hear? I want this pretty little fantasy you’re spinning where I get you and I get him and it somehow works. But that’s not real life.”
I press myself to his chest and kiss the corner of his mouth. “Not real life? Is it fantasy that your best friend’s wife is fucking you right now with his enthusiastic approval? Is it fantasy that if you come back to our bed tonight, you’ll fuck Grayson? Is it fantasy that I love you?” Shit. Shit, I didn’t mean to say the last out loud.
Derek goes perfectly still beneath me. “What?”
“I think you heard me.”
“You love me.” He sounds almost shocked. “That’s bullshit. You just love the feeling of coming around my cock.”
That’s about enough of that. I use my hands on his chest to rise up so I can meet his gaze. “Yes. And all the various ways of fucking we’ve done over the last twenty-four hours. But don’t you dare cheapen our friendship by saying I don’t love you, you asshole. You don’t get to tell me how I feel.”
“Emma,” He looks downright tormented. “You’re not making this easy.”
Because he doesn’t feel the same way.
I swallow down my hurt, shove it down deep. It’s not comfortable, but I have to respect what he’s saying. I have to try, at least. I attempt a smile. “You’re right. We’re talking too much.” I pull myself off his cock and move up his chest. “Eat my pussy, Derek. If we only have until the snow clears, I want as many memories of this as I can store up.”
He does. He eats me out until we’re both covered in sweat and I’ve come more times than I can count. Until I beg him to stop because I can’t take another lick.
Only then does Derek agree to come back and go to bed with us.
We walk back to my bedroom naked, Derek’s giant cock so hard that it looks