6. Evan
6
EVAN
T his girl is gonna be the fucking death of me.
When Abby called earlier today, I was in the middle of a meeting, but I stepped away to answer her. Thank God I did too, because I hate to think what would’ve happened had she not been able to reach me. I doubt my boss is thrilled with me right now, but he’ll have to get over it. Abby comes first. She’s my family, and it’s my job to take care of her. Not that I see her as an obligation or anything like that. I want to take care of her and the baby. They’re important to me, and I…
Wait… Was Miles right this whole time? Do I love her?
My heart stutters a few beats as I recall our conversation at lunch. He can’t be right, though. I’ve known this girl for too long. She’s my best friend. If I were in love with her, I’d have known it before now, right?
No, no way. We’re just friends, and that’s all there is to it.
“So… are we going inside?” Abby asks, and I turn to look at her sitting in the passenger seat of my truck.
We left her car parked on the side of the road, but I’ll have Miles take me to pick it up later. I give her a reassuring smile and nod.
“Evan, are you sure about all this? It’s not too late to back out if you don’t want me to move in. Having a pregnant woman living with you is not going to be fun. And I know I’m gonna cramp your style when it comes to dating.”
The truth is I haven’t dated anyone in months. I don’t really have a reason to, not when there hasn’t been anyone to catch my attention in years. I know Abby thinks I’ve got a thing for that redhead at the diner, but she’s wrong. I can’t remember the last time I felt a spark with a girl. Maybe I never have.
“You’re staying here,” I say firmly, opening the truck door and grabbing Abby’s small suitcase from the back. We stopped by her apartment so she could get what she needed for a couple of days. We’ll go back for the rest of her stuff later, but this should do for now.
I lead her into my house, and a feeling of rightness washes over me. I wasn’t aware until this moment how much I needed to have her close to me, close enough I can make sure she and the baby are safe and cared for. I don’t know why I’m so protective of her, but I am. I always have been. And that extends to her unborn child as well.
I’m not thinking like a friend anymore, and I’m not sure when that shift took place. All I know is that something is different. I’m also not sure I can ever go back.
Abby walks ahead of me, moving toward the couch. “I’ll sleep out here tonight, but can you bring me an extra pillow?”
My brow wrinkles as I frown. “What the hell are you talking about?”
She glances at the clock by the TV. “I know it’s only nine thirty, but I’m kind of tired after all the excitement today. I was thinking I’d go to sleep if it’s okay with you…” Her voice trails off as she yawns.
“You’re not sleeping on the fucking couch, Abby.” I’m horrified that she’d expect to. “There’s no bed in the spare room since I’ve been using it as my home office, but I’ll order some furniture for you first thing tomorrow. Until it gets here, you’ll sleep in my bed, and I’ll take the couch.”
Her gaze shifts from me to the couch and back again before she busts out in a melodious laugh. “Evan, you’re six foot three! You’re too tall to sleep on this tiny thing!”
She’s not wrong, but there’s no way in hell I’m making my pregnant best friend sleep on the sofa, just so I can be comfortable. “I’ve slept out here before. I’ll manage.”
Abby rolls her pretty eyes at me. “Nodding off for a few hours is not the same as a good night’s sleep. Besides…” She shifts her weight from one foot to the other and nibbles on her bottom lip. “I’d feel too guilty making you sleep on the couch in your own home. Maybe we could share the bed?” The girl I’ve known almost my entire life looks shy as she stares at me from beneath her long lashes.
An unexpected blast of arousal makes my mouth go dry as my cock thickens behind my zipper. It’s wrong, so wrong. And I shouldn’t be turned on at the thought of having Abby in bed with me. She’s my friend. Only a friend.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, you idiot.
“I don’t think?—”
“I promise it won’t be weird,” she cuts me off with a plea. “It’ll be just like it was when we were kids.”
Abby would stay the night at our place whenever her mom picked up extra shifts and worked late, but we’re adults now, and this is not the same.
“This isn’t the third grade, Abby,” I remind her.
“I know that. That’s why I won’t be wearing Barbie pajamas or steal all the covers.” She giggles at the memories. “It’ll be fine. I swear. Quit being such a baby.”
“Fine,” I agree, clearing my throat and hoping she can’t hear the slight huskiness in my tone. “You can sleep with me.” As the words leave my mouth, I know I’m about to regret them.
Twenty minutes later, I find myself lying in bed on my back, next to my best friend, while she wears a thin tank top that does nothing to hide her heavy tits—which are only worsened by the tiny cotton shorts that show off her toned legs and thick thighs. I’ve never seen her like this before, and I can barely control myself.
Abby always wears something conservative to work at the jewelry store, but even when she’s in casual clothes and we’re just hanging out, she covers up with yoga pants and oversized hoodies that come down to her mid-thigh. Most of the time, they’re my hoodies and keep her body hidden from sight, making me forget how sexy she is.
Seeing her like this, though—practically naked with a cute, sleepy expression on her face and snuggled into my side—has my dick harder than steel. And I have to keep a pillow over my lap to hide it. She’d be mortified if she knew what I was thinking about her right now.
I force myself to look away and turn off the lamp on the nightstand. My body is tense, and I’m hyperaware of her closeness in the dark. My fingers itch to touch her, and my mind is a mess of conflicting thoughts and emotions.
I’m not supposed to want her. Not supposed to touch her. And I’m damn sure not supposed to have a raging hard-on because of my best friend.
The best friend whose fat nipples I want to suck into my mouth, whose huge tits I want to nuzzle my face between. The best friend whose ass I want to grab with both hands, leaving marks from my touch. The best friend whose pussy I want to pound until she screams my name and yells out that she belongs to me.
Fuck, Evan. Knock it off!
My cock twitches painfully and shifts the pillow, sending a rush of panic through my chest. I need to get a hold of myself or this is going to be the longest few months of my life.
Exhausted, Abby falls asleep within minutes as I listen to the sound of her rhythmic breathing. I force myself to think about anything other than my body’s reaction to her and this sudden lustful awakening I seem to be having. My thoughts wander to a big project I’ve been assigned. It’s a new boutique hotel they’re building downtown, keeping the historical elements of the neighborhood while weaving in a modern art vibe. It’s a challenge for sure, but if I get this right, my boss will let me work on more lucrative proposals in the future.
As my mind envisions various design specs, I drift off to sleep, but my dreams aren’t filled with thoughts of architecture. They’re filled with forbidden fantasies of having sex with my pregnant best friend. And not because I have some fetish of sleeping with a pregnant woman, because I don’t. It’s years of repressed longing that I refused to allow myself to indulge in.
When I wake up the next morning, I’m sexually frustrated and surprised I didn’t nut in my sleep. And the fact that Abby and I are wrapped around each other in a tight embrace makes everything so much worse. Her small palm rests on my chest. My hand is firmly planted on her ass. And her head is on my shoulder with her angelic face turned upward. Each exhale sends a warm rush of air over the sensitive skin of my neck.
My cock is hard and aching with need, so I try to untangle myself to escape to a cold shower. But the moment I move, Abby mewls and readjusts herself, rubbing her thigh against my dick and making my breath hitch.
Fuck, I want her.
I grit my teeth to keep from groaning, but it’s too late. She’s awake, and very aware that my hardened length is pressing into her. Abby lifts her head, meeting my half-lidded gaze, but there’s no trace of sleepiness in her eyes. Her face is flushed, and she returns my stare with an expression of need I’ve never seen from her before. The tension in the air is thick as we both remain still, and I can feel her heartbeat pounding against my chest. I’m not sure who makes the first move, but within seconds, our lips are fused together.
One hand squeezes her ass, while the other plunges into her silky hair. Her nails scrape the skin of my bare chest as she molds her lips to mine, grinding her hot pussy against my hip. I lick my way into her mouth, taking control as my mind buzzes with all the filthy things I want to do to her.
She tastes so good. Everything about this feels right.
Yet, as soon as I’m ready to dive in for more, Abby pushes against me and pulls away, frantically sitting up while she stares at me with a mix of yearning, embarrassment, and regret.
Her eyes are wide, and a hand flies to her gaping mouth. “Oh my God, Evan. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I just… My hormones are out of control with the pregnancy and I...”
She looks both ashamed and horrified, and I hate it because she did nothing wrong. She has no idea that I’ve been thinking about doing the same thing since last night. I’m also praying that she wants me as much as I want her, and that I’m not just a convenient dick.
There’s a light tremor in my hand as I take Abby’s palm in mine and bring it to my chest. “Don’t apologize, Sunshine. You have nothing to be sorry for.” I place several kisses on the backs of her fingers. “I want you, Abby. As long as you want me too.”
For a moment, I think she might say no, as there’s uncertainty in her brown eyes. Then her eyelids half close as her gaze drifts over my bare chest and chiseled abs, and she licks her plump lips. My dick twitches against her thigh and she smiles.
“This is all too confusing to be anything else right now, with me moving in, and being pregnant…” I can see the thoughts warring in her head. “And it’s just that my hormones are so crazy. I don’t want to take advantage of you and I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
I cup her chin in my hand. “Nothing could ever ruin what we have, Abby. I swear I won’t let it.”
Uncertainty lingers, but I can tell her lust is winning the battle in her mind.
“Just let me make us both feel better. I promise I’ll stop anytime you want me to.”
Abby bites her lower lip while she gazes at me. Then, with a sultry voice that has precum leaking from my dick, she says, “I don’t want you to stop, Evan. I want this. I want you.”
Seized by desire, I jump into action, rolling her onto her back and spreading her soft thighs with my knees. She gasps at the sudden change in position with amusement dancing in her eyes and a coy smile on her pretty lips. I lean forward, eager to kiss her again. My tongue explores every corner of her mouth as I tug down the neckline of her flimsy tank top and expose her supple breasts.
They fill my hands completely, warm and inviting. I moan, massaging her tender flesh and pinching her dusky nipples into hardened peaks. I break our kiss to get a good look at them. Then Abby whips off her top and smirks at me in invitation. Lowering my head to her chest, I lavish each one with my attention, pushing her tits together while licking and nipping and sucking every inch of her skin until she’s writhing and whimpering beneath me.
“Evan, please. I need more,” she whines, desperation evident in her voice. My heart races at the thought of tasting every part of her sexy body. But if she wants my cock now, I’m not going to make her wait. Not this time, because I need this too.
Rising to my knees, I rip off her shorts and panties in one swift motion, exposing her smooth mound. It’s pink and glistening, and I’m worried I might come just from the sight of it.
“So fucking pretty, Sunshine. Just look at how wet and ready you are for me.” I shove my boxers down my thighs, freeing my thick, throbbing cock. Her eyes are hooded as she watches me grip the base before giving myself purposeful, slow strokes. “You want me inside you, baby? Buried to the hilt in your sweet cunt?”
I can’t believe that we’re here, that I’m consumed with hunger and desire for my best friend while her hips roll against me with every filthy word I utter in her ear. I can’t deny it feels right, like something we should’ve done years ago and our brains are just now catching up. Abby may think it’s just pregnancy hormones making her feel this way, but I know better. We want each other. We’ve just been too scared to admit it.
“Please, Evan,” she begs again, her legs wrapping around my hips and pulling me closer. I chuckle before using the fat head of my cock to tease her entrance.
When I finally slide inside her, the world seems to stop spinning. The connection we’ve always shared evolves, growing deeper and stronger. This isn’t like any other sex I’ve had before. Everything in the past pales in comparison to being with Abby.
“Fuck,” I grit out between clenched teeth as I pause with my cock sheathed in her warmth. “You’re so damn tight. God, Sunshine, you’re perfect.”
She moans and grips my forearms as I pump in and out of her. Her heavy tits sway, and her dark hair fans out around her head like a halo.
I bury my face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. My hips thrust forward, pounding her into the mattress, and I struggle to hold back from coming too soon. She feels so damn good, but I need to get her there first.
I slide my hand between us, seeking out her swollen clit. Abby cries out my name when I find it and begin rubbing my thumb in rhythm with my relentless thrusts.
“Do it, Abby. Come for me. I need to feel you come on my cock.”
Her legs tighten around my waist as she reaches her climax, screaming in ecstasy as her slick walls convulse around me, gripping me like a vise. My eyes roll back, and I plunge into an abyss of pleasure.
Sensations course through my entire body, and my muscles tense up. I don’t know how long it lasts, but I’m swallowed by a world of orgasmic bliss unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
When I come down from my high, Abby is staring up at me with something akin to awe on her beautiful face. I brush a damp strand of hair off her forehead before cupping her cheek and pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.
I ease out of her, aware of the cum that spills from her pussy and onto the sheets but not finding it in me to give a damn, because I love seeing the mess we made. I lie on my back and tug Abby against my side, pulling her thick thigh over my body while she glances at me with a satisfied smile.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she says, dipping her chin to her chest as her cheeks flame red.
I chuckle. I can’t believe a lot of things, mostly that it’s taken me so long to see what’s been right in front of me for so fucking long.
“How about I make us some breakfast?” I offer.
“You don’t have to do that.”
Leaning over, I kiss her once more, just to make it clear that while this might be a “friends with benefits” arrangement for now, that doesn’t mean I’m limiting my affection to just sex. “Consider it a friendly gesture.”
Abby giggles as I climb out of bed, pulling on a pair of black sweats and heading to the kitchen. Her happiness in this moment makes my whole body feel light and solidifies the fact that she’s everything to me.
And soon she’ll be mine.