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  Her head fell back, resting against my chest, and I knew I had her.

  “I know what you need. I know exactly how to make you feel good, baby.”

  I moved my hand down the front of her body, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping into her panties, feeling how wet she already was for me. I groaned against her neck, letting her know how much she turned me on.

  She pointed to the large pot on the stove. “You have until those noodles are done to convince me that being your little sex buddy is a good idea.”

  I spun her around, dropping to my knees before her and pulling her pants down enough to expose her pussy. “Deal.” I put my mouth on her core, using my tongue on her clit as I slid two fingers inside her wet heat. I gave a flick of my wrist and she crumpled to the floor.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Holland

  I was in Brice’s bed, my head on his chest. He was asleep. I could tell from the deep way he was breathing and the way his arm had grown heavy on my hip. There was no use denying it anymore. I liked having sex with him. And, apparently, I had no self-control. I’d given him until the pasta boiled to make me want him, and he’d delivered. I’d never had a guy make me feel that good, that fast.

  And something Brice had said in the kitchen had stuck inside my head. I wanted him, he wanted me, and there was nothing wrong with that. There was nothing wrong with two grown adults indulging. I mean, I enjoyed a good glass of wine. Why couldn’t I enjoy getting nailed by my current roommate?

  We’d become friends, and I found that I liked spending time with him. There was no pretense, and there was no pressure. Our relationship wasn’t going anywhere. We both knew there was no real future for us. We’d always be friends, and I was fine with that. So I’d decided that I’d stop thinking so much, and try to have fun instead.

  Spontaneous kitchen sex was a good time, and something I’d never experienced before I’d let Brice into my life. It wasn’t like we were making love. Good lord, no, it was the opposite. It was hard and wild, and so freaking fun.

  In the past, I’d jumped from one relationship to another, always having a serious boyfriend. I’d never gotten to explore. I’d never gotten to feel free the way I did when I was with Brice.

  Maybe he was exactly what I needed.

  ***

  I turned over, plumping the pillow to the sound of the shower turning on. Brice woke as soon as the sun came up and started his day. I’d always kind of thought maybe he was a spoiled ass, but the truth was he really did work his tail off.

  I went to the kitchen and made us coffee, carrying the cups carefully into the bathroom. I set his down on the sink and kept mine in my hands as I leaned against the wall and watched him cover his body in soapsuds.

  Brice had the type of body that women salivated over. Muscular, but not overly so, toned and tanned.

  “You going to keep eye-fucking me? Or do you want to get in and get the real thing?”

  My gaze met his, both of us smiling. I did want to get in, but there was something I wanted to talk to him about first.

  “I want to keep having sex.”

  He chuckled. “Most people do.”

  I sat my coffee down beside his and took a few steps toward the glass shower door. “I want to keep having sex with you.”

  He opened the door and pulled me inside faster than I thought humanly possible. “Good.” He peeled my now-wet shirt over my head and tossed it out of the shower and into the bathtub. He ripped my panties off, letting them fall to the white tiled floor.

  “Wait, we need to set some ground rules first.” I put my hand on his chest, trying to keep him at arm’s length.

  He picked me up, backing me against the wall and then sliding inside me. The feel of him bare for the first time was mind-blowing. “Sex is fun, rules are not.”

  He moved inside me and I fought like hell to remember all the things I’d wanted to say to him two minutes ago. “You can’t sleep with anyone else while we’re doing this.”

  “I already told you I wouldn’t do that.” He dipped down and sucked on the flesh near my shoulder.

  “I’m telling Declan this weekend.”

  He stopped pumping into me and started shaking his head. “No. That’s a terrible idea. Why would you want to tell Dec? He’ll get all pissed off and threaten to kill me and stomp around and be all annoying.”

  “It’s my job to fire anyone who has sex with you. And yet, I’m having sex with you? That’s not okay. I have to tell Declan, it’s only fair.”

  “Fine.” He ground his hips against mine. “But can not talking about my brother-in-law or any other family members while I’m balls deep inside you also be a rule?”

  That seemed fair. “Sure.”

  “Okay good.” He stopped and this time, I groaned in frustration. “And I don’t want to wear a condom anymore.”

  My jaw dropped open in outrage. “No go. You have to wear one always.”

  He snorted. “I’m not wearing one right now.” He pulled out a little bit, both of our eyes traveling down to where we were connected. Huh, look at that, I’d somehow forgotten in the last two minutes that his dick was in fact not covered in latex.

  I pushed at his chest, making him set me back on my feet. “I got caught up in the moment, but you have to wear a condom, Brice.” I stepped under the rainfall water feature, getting my hair wet so I could wash it.

  “Why?” He pouted as he turned on the second, less fancy, showerhead. “I’m clean, I get tested every quarter, and I’ve never gone bareback before.”

  I rinsed the soap from my hair. “That fact that you need to get tested so often is utterly disturbing.”

  He stole my loofa and started to wash my back. “Isn’t that one of the benefits of only fucking one person? Condoms go out the window?” I snorted as my reply. “Are you telling me that in the eight months you were with Travis—”

  “Trevor.”

  “You two always used a condom?” He spun me around, letting the suds get rinsed away.

  “Yeah we did.” I took the loofa from him and started to return the favor. “And it’s a good thing I insisted on it, since he was cheating on me the whole time.”

  When I was done, he turned to face me once again, stepping into my space and reaching behind me to grip my ass. “Come on, Hollie, please.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at his pathetic attempt at begging. Even if I did trust him, it was still going to be a no. “I’m not on the pill.”

  He jerked back like I’d slapped him. “What? Who isn’t on the pill these days?”

  I shrugged, rinsing the conditioner from my long hair. “I don’t like the way it makes me feel.”

  “How does it make you feel? Not pregnant?” He reached behind me and shut off the water, stepping out of the shower and holding a towel up for me.

  “Change your mind on the no-condom thing? Or did you want to give pull-and-pray a go?” I bit my lips together to keep from laughing at his terrified face.

  “That’s not funny.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, slapping my ass playfully. “We’re using condoms and I’m pulling out. There is only room in this world for one Brice Huntington.” He dumped me onto the bed, crawling up and positioning himself between my legs.

  “I agree.”

  He plucked a condom from his nightstand and dropped it on my naked chest. “Saddle me up, baby.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Brice

  Here I was on a Friday night and I was home with Hollie. We’d ordered takeout and were in my bed watching a movie, sans clothing. I’d never spent a Friday like this in my entire life.

  The fact that she was naked and willing to let me fuck her all night long was nice though. You couldn’t do stuff like this when you had dinner at a restaurant or went to see a movie at the theater.

  Speaking of all the benefits of a night in with my bestest friend… I reached under the covers and started to trail my fingertips up and down her thigh. “You ready to go aga
in?” I couldn’t get enough of her, no matter how many times I’d already been inside her tonight.

  “Do you secretly take Viagra or something?”

  I grabbed her leg and guided her on top of me. “You said if we stayed in you would stay naked and we could have sex whenever I wanted.” I rolled on a condom, pinching the tip to make sure it was on correctly. Then I positioned the head of my dick at her pussy, guiding her down slowly.

  She shook her head once she was fully seated on top of me. “You’re going to have to keep your hands to yourself tomorrow night at dinner, you know that, right?”

  I gripped her hips, helping her move the way I wanted her to. “I can be good.” Although I could see her concern. Yesterday we’d gone to the grocery store and I’d found myself backing her into a secluded corner. And I’d been staying away from Cueva more than usual because I knew it would only make me want to pull her into a closet or some shit. There was something to be said for sex on demand with one person, I’d give you guys that. “Now, fuck me please.”

  “Dude, why the hell are you home on a Friday?”

  Both of us froze. Really? Was this actually happening right now?

  “Is that Declan?” Hollie jumped off me and I may have let out a whimper in protest. “Did you know he was coming over?”

  I gestured down to my still-hard, condom-covered dick. “Does it look like I knew he was going to stop by?” I sat up and pulled on the pair of lounge pants I’d put on to answer the door when the pizza came. “You stay here and I’ll get rid of him.” I turned to leave and then turned back around. “Do not get dressed.” I pointed a finger at her. “Do you understand me?”

  She nodded, biting her lips together like she either wanted to laugh or cry. And really, with her it could be both.

  I opened my bedroom door, thankful that I’d decided to shut it after the pizza came, quickly stepping out and closing it behind me. “Hey, man, what’s up?”

  “Why are you home?”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why are you in my house?” I looked past him to the front door. “How the hell did you even get in?” Had I given him a key? I didn’t think I had.

  “I took your parents’ spare key.” He walked past me, and the hallway leading to my bedroom, toward the kitchen. “I wanted to come grab my golf clubs. I’m playing with our dads in the morning.” He opened my fridge and pulled out a beer. “Speaking of which, why aren’t you playing with us?”

  My dad had called and asked me to play, but I’d told him I had plans. I simply hadn’t wanted to wake up at the ass crack of dawn and play golf in the blistering cold. Or at least that was what I’d told myself, because I refused to accept the fact that I’d wanted to sleep in and then have breakfast with Hollie before I had to share her with the rest of my family.

  “I’ve played golf with our dads five times this month.” I smiled, taking the beer he held out for me. “I think I can sit this one out.”

  “You don’t want to play golf, you’re home on a Friday night. What the hell is going on with you?”

  I’d been friends with Declan since I was a child. We’d traveled the world together, and we’d had so many wild nights and crazy days I had hella good memories. He was the father to my favorite person on the planet and was married to my sister. It sounded like the stuff friendship dreams were made of, right? Wrong. All that meant was that he knew me better than I knew myself.

  “The high tomorrow is like fifty degrees. I didn’t feel like freezing my ass off while our dads argue over who has the best handicap.” I rolled my eyes for added affect. “I’ve already gotten laid like ten times this week, so I took the night off to get some work done. What’s the big deal?” I needed him to leave. I needed him to leave so that I could go bury my dick inside his best employee.

  Declan loved Hollie, like he adored her to the moon and back. He told me that Cueva would fall to pieces if she ever left. He’d also told me several times to stay away from her. I knew he’d be livid when he found out we’d been hooking up. So it couldn’t happen tonight, because I had big plans for that girl’s body tonight.

  “Okay, then let’s watch the hockey game.” He headed back into the living room, plopping down on the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “Where’s the remote?”

  “You need to leave.” I stood in front of the TV, snatching the remote control off the coffee table before he could get to it and voicing my thoughts from a few seconds ago. “For real, get your clubs and get out of my house, please.”

  He shook his head. “Nope. Not until you tell me why you are acting so fucking weird.” He put his hands behind his head, like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I got all night, man.”

  I scrubbed my hands down my face, wanting to strangle my oldest friend in the worst way. “I, uh, have a guest.” I nodded, pointing to the hallway. “Naked, and in my bed, so please for the love of everything sacred, get the hell out.”

  “Is this the same guest you had over last weekend?”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Why do you think I had someone over last weekend? I told you I was hungover.”

  “Brice, I’ve seen you stay hooked up to an IV for eight hours so that you’d feel good enough to go out the next night. Stop lying to me, it won’t work.”

  He had me there. We’d tied one on in Spain a few years back, and when he suggested we take the next night off, I’d promptly called us a cab and paid a shady doctor to give us a hangover cure intravenously.

  “It’s okay to have sex with the same person more than once. And it’s okay to have that person come hang out instead of hitting the bars all weekend. And it’s okay to tell your best friend.”

  “Jesus. Okay.” I threw my hands in the air. “It’s the same girl who was here last weekend, there, are you happy? I have been fucking the same chick for over a week now.”

  He smiled smugly but got to his feet. “Was that so hard?”

  “You have no idea.” I strode past him, opening up the front door and gesturing with a sweep of my arm. “I don’t want to see you again until dinner tomorrow night.”

  “Fine by me.” He was laughing as he stepped out the door. “Oh wait, my clubs.” He paused on the porch and then spun around to head back inside the house.

  I groaned and banged my head against the door. “You are literally killing me, man.”

  “Stop being so dramatic. I’ll grab my clubs, then let myself out. You are really being such a…Brice? Is that Holland’s car?” Declan cocked his head to the side, his hands going to his hips. “Why is Holland’s car in your driveway?”

  “That’s not Hollie’s car.” I was starting to sweat and fidget, which was not a good look on me. “Tons of people have white Toyotas, it’s like the most boring car on the planet.”

  “I think I’d know the car I pay for.” He whirled on me, taking three giant angry steps in my direction. “Why is it here?”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Brice

  I had two options here. I could lie, or I could tell the truth. Hollie planned on telling Declan that she’d broken those stupid Cueva rules and slept with me, so even if I lied tonight he’d know the truth eventually. Declan did not react well when I was dishonest. Probably had something to do with the fact that I didn’t tell him my sister had his baby. Oh, or maybe because I tricked him into marrying her. Either way, I’d been perpetually skating on thin ice for the last couple of years.

  “That’s Hollie’s car.” I looked down at my feet, trying to find the right words to tell him what had been happening between us. “She needed a place to crash, she’s been staying here for the last week or so.”

  “Why the fuck has she been staying here? What happened to Trevor?”

  Dec knew about Hollie’s relationship? I didn’t know why I was even surprised. Declan had always had a soft spot for her. “Trevor cheated on her. She walked in and found him with another chick.”

  “Shit.” He sighed, glancing at her car in the driveway like it wa
s a thorn in his side. “She should have called me. I have a rental house that’s empty. She can stay there.” He glanced at his watch. “When will she be back? I can help her load up her stuff.”

  “Back?” I was suddenly confused. Where exactly did he think she was?

  “Yeah, back.” He walked into the house, pulling his cell from his back pocket. “I’m guessing you kicked her out so you could entertain whatever girl you have stashed in your bedroom.”

  Well, this wasn’t going exactly like I thought it would. Was Declan dumb? Or did he really have that much faith in the fact that Hollie would never in a million years have sex with me? If it was the latter, he has a big fucking shock coming his way.

  “Um, Dec, Hollie is here.” I rubbed the back of my head, then pointed to the hallway. “She’s in bed.”

  He scrunched his nose in disgust. “What the hell is wrong with you? You bring girls back here when she’s home? That’s it, I’m taking her with me. No one deserves to live like that.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh a little at all the miscommunication and confusion swirling around my living room. “Dec, bro. Hollie is in my bed. She’s the girl I’ve been hanging out with. Hollie is—”

  “Don’t fucking finish that sentence.” Declan took a step toward me, his hands moving to cover his ears. “Don’t fucking tell me that you’ve been hooking up with Holland. Do not tell me that, Brice.”

  “Uh, okay, I won’t.” I shrugged. “You want to go ahead and grab your clubs so I can get back to my, um, evening?”

  But he made no move to go get his stupid golf clubs from my garage. Instead he sat back down on my couch with his head in his hands. “Holland? Brice, really? For fuck’s sake, man, she’s like a little sister to me.”

  I snorted. “You knocked up my actual little sister, so, I wouldn’t try to use that as part of your argument.”