Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
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Rider
She walks out of the room and I release the breath I’ve been holding. If she knew the thoughts I’m having about her, she would probably run the other way. I sit down on the couch, and my cock twitches in my pants. It’s almost like he knows she’s naked in the next room. Just imagining her curvy body standing under the steady stream of water has my pulse racing and my cock hardening.
I reach down and adjust myself, moaning at the contact. If I were braver, I’d pull my cock out here and now and stroke it. The temptation is overpowering, but I find it in me to stop myself. That’s all I need, for her to walk in while I’m masturbating to thoughts of her.
I get up and walk into the kitchen, opening the freezer and the refrigerator doors. I stick my head in the freezer, just trying to cool myself off.
I pop some popcorn, grab some sodas and walk back into the living room. As I’m setting everything down on the coffee table, she walks back in. I fight not to look at her, especially after I just got myself pulled together, but in the end I know it’s a futile fight. I look up at her pink cheeks, with her hair in a ponytail on the top of her head, and my shirt that reaches her thighs.
She’s always beautiful, but seeing her in my shirt does something crazy to me, like it always does.
I sit down on the couch and pick up the remote. “What do you want to watch?”
She sighs loudly, and my eyes follow her as she walks around me to the other end of the couch. She pulls my shirt she’s wearing down over her knees and sits down.
She’s watching me and I’m doing my best to not look at her. I know if I do, she’s going to be able to see the arousal on my face.
“Rider, can we talk?”
“Uh, sure,” I say, flipping through the channels, acting like I’m interested in what’s on the television. When in all reality, my everything is focused on her.
She grabs one of the sodas and takes a drink before setting it back down. She’s quiet for so long, I want to look at her, but I can’t.
She finally clears her throat. “Remember that first night we met?”
My back tightens. “Yeah, what about it?”
Again, she’s quiet and I know Willow. She’s a force to be reckoned with and the fact that she’s nervous right now tells me something. I lean back into the couch and turn my head to look at her. She’s facing me, sitting cross-legged on the couch with my shirt stretched over her knees.
She blushes, and the red bloom makes her even more beautiful. “Have you ever wondered?... Have you ever thought…?”
She starts and stops and my gut clenches. It’s in this instant that I have to know what she’s thinking.
“What is it, Willow? Say it.”
She sighs and she looks sad almost. Finally, she takes a deep breath and straightens her shoulders. I can feel it in my bones that whatever she’s about to say right now is going to change everything.
4
Willow
He’s not giving anything up. His face is stoic but he’s at least finally looking at me. I say a silent prayer that I’m not fucking this up. “Have you ever wondered what would have happened if we would have hooked up that first night? Instead of passing out.”
I know he’s shocked. I can see it in his eyes . He rubs his hand over his face. “What do you mean?”
I turn my head to the side. “You know… if we’d had sex. Do you think we would still be friends? I don’t know. I guess I’m asking if you’ve ever thought about it… having sex with me?”
He closes his eyes tightly, almost like he’s in pain and instantly I regret asking him. I lean over and take the remote from him, telling him, “Forget it. Stupid question.”
“No!” He takes the remote back, flips off the TV, and sets the remote next to the untouched popcorn. “Are we being honest here? You sure you want to know this?”
I scrunch my nose up. Well, I thought I wanted to know, but when he puts it like that, maybe I don’t.
I’m about to tell him no when he sighs, pulls his leg up on the couch and turns toward me. He leans forward, just ever so slightly. “I’ve thought about it.”
But that’s all he gives me. He doesn’t expand and I have no way of knowing what he’s thinking. He’s watching me and I know the next move is on me.
So instead of telling him how I really feel, about how I love him more than I ever thought possible, I go with Plan B. “So, I was thinking, I think we should be friends… with benefits.”