Best Friend to Lover

“You know, this is the first night in three years that we’ve both been single, and not working, and haven’t had any other commitments.” Claire dropped onto the sofa beside Aidan, picking up the remote and pointing it at the DVD player.

“Poppycock!” He raised a brow. “I’m sure we’ve hung out just the two of us since then?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I sat down the other day and flicked through my calendars, trying to find the last time we spent time together, just the two of us.”

“Three years. Huh.” He grabbed a handful of chips from the packet she was holding, spilling crumbs all over her lap.

“Hey! Don’t hog all the chips.” She gave him a friendly nudge, grabbing a handful for herself.

The movie started and they snuggled back into the couch, shoulders and thighs touching.

When the first monster leapt from behind a closer door Aidan jumped, knocking Clare’s drink which spilled all over his lap.

“Shit.”

“Ha ha!” Claire teased. “Told you we should’ve got that comedy.”

He rolled his eyes. “It was a romantic comedy. You would’ve been all over me at the end of the night, wanting snuggles.”

Claire grinned. “At least you’d be dry.” She pointed to his jeans. “Want to take those off? We can rinse them and put them in the dryer while we watch.”

“Sure.”

He stood up, pulling his jeans off to reveal bright red boxers.

“Mmm, silky.” Claire said, sliding her hands down the outside of his thigh. He pulled away.

“You want to be careful doing that.”

“Why?” she challenged. “You going to jump me.”

“Well it’s been at least three weeks since I’ve been laid. I just might.”

His gaze met hers, a hunger burning in his eyes she’d never noticed before.

“Sorry, I only fuck guys who intend to stick around long term.”

“And that’s worked for you before.” He was teasing, and so was she, but now the room seemed small and her heart was racing.

Aidan was hot. There was no doubt about that, and of course she’d fantasised about fucking him before, who wouldn’t. But he was her oldest friend. As if anything would happen.

He took his jeans to the bathroom to rinse out the cola, and Claire couldn’t help but follow.

“You got some on your shirt, too.” She pointed out the stain spreading across the lower part of his top.

“Looks like I might have to take that off, too.” He wriggled eyebrows, his gaze watching her in the mirror, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mmm… been a while since I’ve been this close to a sexy fellow.” Claire didn’t know what had gotten into her tonight, it’s not like she hadn’t seen Aidan in nothing but shorts before, but tonight she was so turned on by everything about him.

He turned, leaning against the vanity. “You suggesting something?” His voice was husky, and that desire was back in his gaze.

She bit her lip, and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. You haven’t had a fuck in three weeks, it’s been a couple since I did. Maybe we should hook up?”

“Like, friends with benefits? When we’re between partners we have a good time together?”

The thought of Aidan having a good time with someone else suddenly didn’t seem like such a good idea. Claire shook her head. “Never mind, that was daft.”

She turned away, but Aidan grabbed her arm and pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her so her breasts pressed against his chest through the thin fabric of her top. “You don’t want to share?”

Her gaze flicked across his face.

Shit.

What had she started?

“I want you, Claire.” Aidan’s gaze was intense. “If you want to fuck, I won’t say no. But I don’t want to share. If we start this, we commit to each other, to see this out, wherever it leads.”

Claire pushed herself up on her tip toes to press her lips against his.

Warmth spread through her chest and lit a fire in her groin. “You’re so sexy,” she whispered, running her fingers over the bristle on his chin.

He scooped her up, carried her to the bedroom and set her on the bed, pulling her top over her head and squeezing her breasts in his hands.

“I wish I knew you felt this way earlier,” he said, taking a nipple in his mouth and twirling it with his tongue. He found her clit through her trousers, stroking with the gentlest of pressures.

Claire gasped as pleasure spiralled up her spine. “So do I.”

He removed her pants, his tongue licking and lapping, testing and tasting, sliding over her folds and then delving deep inside.

She ran her hands through his hair, holding his head as she tilted her hips so his tongue found the right spot.

“God, Aidan. That’s it.”

She cried out as she came, a bittersweet sense of sorrow welling in her that they hadn’t already been enjoying this for years.

He slid back up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her neck, her ears.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his back as she met his thrusts with equal force, her need to have him ever deeper inside spurring her on.

“Fuck, Claire, I’m going to come.” He pulled out, thick globs of cum spurting up over her stomach and breasts, the warmth of his seed bringing Claire to climax.

He collapsed on the bed next to her, and she grabbed her shirt, cleaning herself up with it before rolling over to snuggle into his arms.

“You want this?” she asked. “Us? Just us?”

His gaze burned into hers. “I do. And I hope you feel the same way after that, because I don’t think I can hang around if you’re going to be hooking up with other men.”

Claire rubbed her thumb over the bristle on his cheek.

“Just us is perfectly fine with me.”

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