Chapter 17
BLAKE
The hum of the alcohol in my body is soothing, and if it wasn’t for Danielle singing along to some shit on the television, it might even be peaceful.
“Do you remember this song?”
I shake my head.
Drunk Danielle is much more fun to be around than Office Danielle or Wife Danielle.
“You’re no fun, Blake James.”
I roll my eyes as Danielle crawls over to me, a stupid grin on her face.
“Am I Danielle James now? You always said I would be.”
She’s drunk.
I’m drunk.
“Hmm, maybe we should call it a night,” I suggest, attempting to rise to my feet.
Danielle looks up at me, the smile on her face fading when I turn to leave.
I stop, trying not to remember the last time we were in this position.
“I don’t want to go to bed.” Danielle sighs, leaning back against the sofa. “Do you think Issac will be awake?”
It’s an innocent enough question, but not for me.
Not while I’m this drunk.
“Why?” I slur, holding onto the sofa. “Want him to come and fuck you again?”
Danielle laughs, her head rolling back on the cushion. “Aww, are you jealous?”
Her arms splay out beside her, and she gives me a look that sends me back five years.
It’s like nothing has changed.
“Yeah, maybe.”
Danielle’s lips curve into a smile as she leans her head back.
My gaze travels down her body, my dick hardening at the sight of her pert breasts straining against her shirt.
Shit, I can’t.
Danielle sighs, and she holds her hand out like she used to, beckoning me to her silently.
I’m on autopilot, moving towards her as she sucks in a breath.
“We’re too drunk to do this,” I mutter, unable to stop myself.
Danielle lifts her hands to mine, her eyes fluttering open and focusing on me. “Do what?”
I drop to my knees like I’m under a spell, my fingers lacing with hers as she lifts her head to mine.
“This,” I mumble, my nose dragging down her neck, her perfume sending me fucking delirious.
Jesus fuck, she smells divine.
Danielle stiffens, and I brace myself for her pushing me away, but instead, she moans into my ear.
“Mm.”
It’s like she’s unlocked a part of me I can’t control, as her mouth turns to find my lips.
At first, it’s awkward and clumsy, both of us trying to align our lips against one another, but I grip the back of her neck, dragging her to me.
Danielle wraps her legs around me, and her tongue enters my mouth like it’s never left.
We’re silent as our mouths move apart, our drunken eyes locking, silently agreeing to continue.
This time, she shoves me down to the ground, her hands tracing my body like she knows her way from memory.
I don’t want this to stop.
Danielle peels off her top, revealing nipples that still fit perfectly in my mouth. Then she moans against me, her hips thrusting against mine as I suck and devour her nipples one at a time, squeezing the buds into my mouth.
Did Issac do this to her?
Thoughts of my best friend touching Danielle like this makes me almost snarl with anger, but Danielle reaches down, pushing her trousers to the floor.
Now I’m fucking distracted.
Danielle pushes her fingers against her lace underwear, circling her clit as she bites my lip.
This fucking woman. She knows exactly what I like and how I like it.
“This isn’t a solo act, darling.” I smirk, tugging her panties to the side as she moans. I’m desperate to be inside of her, and she kisses me like she feels the same.
“Fuck me, Blake James.”
I’m no longer thinking with my brain.
I lift her so I can position myself right where I need to be, and Danielle grits her teeth as I shove myself into her, hissing as I widen her pussy.
She’s as tight as I remember, and my eyes roll in my head as she moans.
“Fuck!” I hiss as she slams down, crying out as our bodies reunite. “Danni…” I mutter, kissing her shoulder as she rocks against me, my fingers gripping her hips.
“Ssh, Blake,” Danielle moans, dropping her head to mine, her hair covering us like a curtain.
I’m stunned by the familiarity of her fucking me, but now I want to fuck her. “Sorry, Mrs. James,” I murmur, twisting her so her back is on the floor. “I need to take over.”
Danielle gasps eagerly, reaching up to kiss me as I thrust into her.
Her cries fill the room as I slam into her, my hands protecting her back from the hard floor as she writhes beneath me.
“Yes, so good!” Danielle digs her nails into my back, lifting her hips to match my thrusts. “Harder, Blake, harder!”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I mutter, staring down at her tits as my dick slides in and out of her.
Danielle looks down, her fingers wrapping around the shaft. “Fuck me.”
Any woman can say this.
But when she says it, it’s like a command.
“Bend over.”
Danielle scrambles to move, but I’m impatient, tugging her into place.
The depth from this position is insane, and the feeling of my balls slapping against her is the perfect soundtrack to her moans.
“Oh. God, Blake!”
Her walls tighten around me, but I don’t slow, pounding into her as she screams my name, her fingers reaching around to push me deeper into her just as I explode inside her.
I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon, but Danielle is flayed out on the sofa, a beautiful smile on her face.
“God, I’ve missed you, Blake James.”
What the fuck have we done?
Whatever it is, I don’t care.
I grab her in my arms, kissing her hard on the mouth.
“Come to bed with me.”
Danielle doesn’t argue.