Best Friend Trouble
‘He slipped his hand between my legs. I froze. I was pulsing. What would happen if he touched it?’
Imagine if you asked your straight best friend to pretend to be your fiancé and one night while sharing a bed, his naked body reacted to your touch.
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LOU
I know it shouldn’t matter what people say about me. But when my parents told me that I would never find love because I liked guys, I was willing to do anything to prove them wrong.
So, when the most romantic guy ever asked me to marry him, I had to show him to them immediately. Was I moving too fast? Because as soon as I scored him an invitation to one of our obnoxious family get-togethers, he called things off.
Now, I need a fiancé to replace the one I thought I had or my parents will think they were right about me all along.
TITUS
I can’t tell you why Lou has dated so many guys, but watching him do it has torn me up inside. Now he needs someone to pretend to be his fiancé for a weekend. I’m his best friend. Of course I’m gonna do it.
Will it be weird pretending to be engaged to the man whose naked body makes me want to break headboards? Yeah, especially since he doesn’t even know I like guys. But while I’m getting his parents to like me, maybe I’ll tell him how I feel.
That would have been the perfect plan if Lou’s rich, hot, openly gay quarterback ex didn’t suddenly show up wanting to win him back.
Every day not telling him rips my heart out. But even if I could confess my feelings to Lou, would it be enough to make him choose me over the perfect guy?
My aching heart hopes so. I don’t have a lot of time to find out.
“Roll over,” he said ordering me onto my stomach.
I complied.
“What are you doing?” I asked open to anything.
“I’m gonna give you a massage.”
“Yes, please,” I said with a smile.
With my head turned to the side, I watched as Titus climbed on top of me. He sat on my ass and pushed his large hands across my back. His two hands spanned the whole thing at once. I felt small in his grasp. The feeling took my breath away.
“How’s that?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I chirped terrified he would. “No,” I repeated calmer. “It feels good.”
Titus’s fingertips pushed into my muscles relaxing them. My thoughts swirled bathed in the sensation.
Losing myself, I felt his hands find the bottom of my shirt. His fingers touched my flesh. It was electric. I struggled to breathe.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Don’t stop,” I begged.
He didn’t. Pushing his hand up my back, he lifted my shirt higher and higher.
“Don’t stop,” I repeated.
When my shirt pressed against my neck, he pulled it off of me. With his hands sliding against the back of my arms, he leaned down and kissed my back.
His was a trail of kisses. Each delicate and seductive.
Finding the canal of muscle down my spine, his lips entered. Spilling onto my lower back, they slowly climbed the gentle slope towards my ass.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked breathlessly.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I said offering him the final permission he would need before I lifted my hips and he reached under me unbuttoning my pants.
I was hard, very hard. His hand found it. Caressing it through my pants, his hand returned when my pants were off.
