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I thought she was gone forever.
Jake Price has always loved Larissa. She’s been his best friend and his confidant. Then, one single night lines were blurred and she became his lover. He knew that he finally found the woman that he was meant to spend forever with, except he woke up alone.
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It’s been nine months, nine long excruciating months that I haven’t held Larissa in my arms. Smelled the unique scent of her. She smells wild and free. Like fresh air and wildflowers blooming on a spring day.
I wake up every morning searching for her in my bed and it only took one night for me to become addicted to her. One night of taking her innocence, of teaching her how to take me. Every position, the way she took me inside her mouth, her tentative tongue learning how to please me.
The way she felt the first time I was inside her, it was as if I found my shelter, my rock, and my home, all in one place. Waking up to empty sheets that were cool to the touch, smelling uniquely of us, and not finding her anywhere in my apartment. It was a blow, and not to my ego. Because, fuck that. It was a blow to the ache blooming inside my chest. One night was all it took for me to know Larissa was mine, in every irrevocable way.
Too bad she was basically a thief in the night, a thief to my heart.
I still get up every day, hard as a rock. My body yearning for hers. Yet, not having it. Not having a piece of my heart near. No, she had taken that with her, too.
Making my way from my master bedroom to the kitchen, I look at the bed one last time, like I do every morning, my mind replaying every image of us together. The way she looked in my bed. Her body laid out for my pleasure, her curves a work of fucking art. She took what I gave, and she matched me in every way possible.
A memory replays on a loop inside my head. Her body flush from pleasure, her dark raven-colored curls spilling over her bare shoulders, the ends of it curling around her breasts. My body above hers as I take her. The way I can’t take my eyes off of where our bodies joined. How I took her bare, not wanting anything between us. How her head tipped up, her eyes rolling towards the back of her head when she came and screamed out my name.
I loved everything about that night, and I remember every single minute. I cleaned her up, asking her if she wanted something to wear. She mumbled, “Skin to skin.”
I turned the bathroom lights off and slid into bed next to her. I didn’t even have a chance to reach for her, she was already there in my arms and snuggled into my side. I wrapped her up, and in the middle of the night when she murmured my name, I gave her exactly what we both needed.
I finish reliving the memory and leave. Grabbing a to-go mug and making coffee to take to the office.
Fuck, I need Larissa back in my arms and in my bed.
I left him. I can’t believe I left him. One night, that’s all it took for me to make it awkward. We had both just finished work and met up for dinner and drinks. It turned into more. So much more, and now I’m the coward in the equation.
For the past four years, it’s basically been Jake and I against the world. Best friends that never crossed the line. Yet, while eating our dinner with him sitting across from me, I wanted more. I’m not sure if he did or didn’t, but I took a chance. He asked if I wanted to go to his place, and I said yes. When we walked into his house, I went up onto my toes and kissed him. It wasn’t a kiss with tongue, no, it was a peck. Then he took over, sparks went off and I knew in that moment, I wanted Jake to be the one. He dominated me with just one kiss.
I shouldn’t have initiated it. The kiss shook me to my core. The shy virgin I was, I wasn’t sure how this would work. Would we kiss and let it go or would there be more? We broke apart for a mere second and Jake dove back in for more of what I gave. He took and matched me every step of the way. His hand grasping my side while the other one was holding the nape of my neck. I remember everything about our night together. When he gave and gave, before we came together. How he soothed me through my pain and brought me extreme pleasure. The way he sounded while he was inside me and the rapture that was etched on his face. It was pure heaven and I screwed it all up. Now here I am, nine months later, finally returning home.
I have a lot to atone for when it comes to Jake. We may have started off as best friends, but I can’t go back to just being friends. If I have to grovel and beg for forgiveness, I will. Jake means that much to me. But I’ll also have to admit the reason I ran away. Besides the obvious reason of me being a coward, I have to admit that after one night with Jake, I fell in love with my best friend.