14. Lennox
Chapter 14
Lennox
My head swirled with the taste of him on my tongue, making me drunk in a whole new way. Need, desire, and lust all took over. I didn’t want to think about what we were doing. I just wanted to feel. But he was being timid, and that wasn’t going to work.
I needed to feel his skin on mine. So I pushed him back to rip off my shirt, panic setting in the minute we disconnected, but we weren’t stopping.
Not yet anyway.
“Come on, Calloway. Is this all you’ve got?”
I smirked as I lit the fire in him. He could never resist a challenge. And in the heat of the moment, it always brought out the best in him in everything we tried.
“Fucker,” he said, slamming his mouth back to mine.
It wasn’t lost on me that I was mauling my best friend. Or that he was a man. All I could process was my dick was hard as granite, and every time he moved his shaft along mine, it sent sparks up and down my spine. I wanted to get off with him and on him.
Dane pulled away but kept his hands on my face and neck. Lost in the pleasure, he dropped his head back. He’d never been more beautiful with his eyes closed and his mouth open as he sucked in much-needed oxygen. He wasn’t thinking about every possible way this could destroy us. He was only thinking about me as we frotted together. I knew what that was, and boy, had I been missing out.
“Gonna cum,” he rasped, trying to pull away.
“Don’t you dare move away,” I growled, tugging at his athletic shorts until I had them down. “I wanna feel it all. Our dicks and cum all over us.”
My best friend opened his eyes. He looked terrified but turned on at the same time. I refused to let either of our thoughts interrupt this moment. So I pulled him back to my mouth and slid my tongue along his.
I couldn’t believe I didn’t remember this.
“Take me out,” I said, tugging at my waistband.
He complied wordlessly until my shorts hit the floor. Both of us stood, dick to dick looking at each other.
“Kiss me,” I ordered, getting a thrill out of giving orders to the fighter pilot.
Dane circled his arms around my neck and held on like he was afraid I’d disappear. When our shafts touched, my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“God damn,” I grunted, my hips moving on their own, seeking more. Needing more.
Rubbing my bearded jaw along his stubble, I nuzzled into the feel of him and murmured into his mouth, our lips lightly touching. “Not gonna last.”
I felt his body tense as his head went back. Dane bit his lip, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. His cheeks flushed as his cock pulsed alongside mine.
“I’m cumming first,” I goaded. Ramping up my thrusting, I came all over his dick and mine.
Dane didn’t waste any time following me over. As he slid his dick along mine, coated in my cum, he shivered as he looked down.
“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” he grunted, then shot his load between us.
I was light-headed and happy for the first time in a long damn time. Dane was wrapped in my arms with his head on my shoulder. The smell of his cologne and our cum made for an intoxicating scent.
We stayed right there pressed to the door and reveled in the feel of each other. My hands ran up and down his back, sending goosebumps over his skin. He was relaxed and his breathing normalized as our hearts remained connected.
We both remained quiet, taking in the gravity of the moment. His pushing me away still didn’t make sense to me. For the first time in twelve years, my world was right again. He had to feel it too.
And that was when the anger resurfaced.
“You cut me off because we shared a fucking orgasm.”
Dane stiffened and pulled away at my tone. He stepped back and took in my face. I wasn’t doing a good job of concealing my feelings about all this any longer.
“Lennox—” he trailed off wearily.
“No,” I said, raising my hand. “I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you tore us apart because we got off together.”
We stood there, facing off in his foyer, both of us naked as the day we were born.
“That’s not what tore us apart, asshole. It was what you said the next morning when we woke up on the lounge chairs by the pool. And I knew there was no going back.”
Fury exploded inside me all over again. “You destroyed our friendship over something I said while hungover?” I ran my hand over my head. “Jesus fuck, Dane. I was a kid. An eighteen-year-old punk.”
He glared at me, anger and hurt surging through him. I could see I was fucking this up again. But I couldn’t help myself.
“You were supposed to love me no matter what.”
The walls began to go up again. I could see them sliding into place as he stood before me. And when the resolve was put back in place, that was it.
“You weren’t supposed to push me away. But you did.”
He reached down to pick up his shorts, then looked up at me. “Go home, Lennox. You got your answers. Now leave me the fuck alone.”
My best friend turned and walked away, leaving me naked in more ways than one.
When the door slammed, I scooped up my clothes. I didn’t want to drive home with dried cum on me, so I scanned the room for something to clean up with. I took in the huge flat-screen TV that hung over the fireplace, and the furniture. A built-in bookshelf was full of novels and science books with a dedicated shelf for kids’ books.
Crossing the room to the kitchen, I surveyed the immaculately kept kitchen with high-end cookware and small appliances. The expresso maker and stand mixer made me smile.
I found the paper towels and wet one under warm water. Wiping away the evidence of what we’d done, I was amazed about the way I didn’t feel.
No shame.
No regret.
And no questioning my sexuality. I didn’t feel different, and maybe that was because of Evan. I was used to hearing him talk about hookups, but the way he talked about Hudson was different. And so was the way they looked at each other.
I still wondered if I’d feel the same way if I hooked up with another guy.
Or was all of this okay because it was Dane?
I located the stainless steel trashcan and threw away the paper towel. Slipping back into my shorts and T-shirt, I took a long look around the condominium. The walls were covered in photos of Daniel and Camile. There were a few of his parents, and his sister Elle.
Just when the irrational disappointment set in, I saw the photo collage of the two of us. Walking over, I picked it up and looked at the collection of memories. Photos of when we played in the youth football league and the summer we built the treehouse in his backyard. Prom pictures and homecoming. Cap and gown photos that reminded me he was always a step ahead of me academically. He was number one in our class of four hundred- fifteen kids, and I was number two.
Pulling out my phone, I took a picture of the photo, then put it back in my pocket. Placing it back in a different spot, he’d know I saw it.
On the way out, I gathered my keys from the floor where I’d dropped them. Looking up, I spotted his phone on the table. Did he have the same number?
Taking out my phone, I pulled up his contact information. Opening my messaging app, I typed in three words and hit send. When his phone screen lit up and vibrated, I checked the message.
I smiled at his choice of contact information.
Kernal Sanders: We’re not through.
Opening the door, I turned to take another look, then pulled it shut and went home.