Chapter 24 Best Sex Of My Life Level Loud Moaning
WREN
The past week and a half, Tanner and I have fallen into a comfortable rhythm. His work schedule has gotten a little more consistent now that his dad appears to be coming around to him taking over, so most nights we’ve spent time together cooking and getting to know one another better.
I can feel us growing closer, and despite my one mild lapse of judgment with my vibrator, it feels like he’s turning into my best friend, and I feel bad that I judged him so harshly at the beginning of our friendship.
Every so often, though, something deep in my gut makes me think that what’s happening is more than just friendship, like missing him when we aren’t together or the fact that I’ve saved every one of his notes and doodles, and they currently are all living in my bedside table drawer.
Both of which I don’t have the energy to dissect today because I’m ninety three percent sure my uterus is holding miniature knives and alternating between stabbing itself and my back.
A loud knock on the door causes Dolly to stir and press her paws against my back.
“What?” I groan.
“It’s me,” Tanner says through the door. “I was wondering if you wanted to come play pickleball with me, Logan, and Enzo. We need a fourth.”
“Donovan isn’t going?”
“No, he’s showing a house. Are you okay? You sound like shit.”
“I’m fine, just slowly dying.”
“Wait, what?” He pushes the door open without warning, and his face falls when he sees me. “You look pitiful. Are you sick?”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
He walks in and sits on the edge of the mattress, causing the air to shift under his weight.
“Tanner, what are you—”
“Would you relax? I’m just checking your temperature.” He places the back of his hand to my forehead. “You don’t feel warm, but you look like you feel terrible. Can I get you anything?”
“Of course I don’t feel warm. It’s just my period,” I say without thinking. My cheeks heat as soon as the words leave my mouth. “Sorry if that was TMI.”
He laughs. “I don’t care. Why don’t I make you some food and then we can hang out the rest of the day?”
“I’m not very hungry, but coffee sounds good, and I think there are a couple more Almond Joys in the pantry.”
“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon. You sure you just want coffee and chocolate”
“Don’t judge my decisions,” I scold.
“Coffee and chocolate it is.”
“What about your pickleball game?”
“Oh, they’ll be fine. It was an odd number anyway, so they can play without me,” he smiles.
“I might be a minute,” I say.
“Take all the time you need. I’m gonna go call Logan and make your coffee. Do you have a creamer preference?”
“The recipe from Thursday. It tasted like an Almond Joy.”
“On it,” he says, leaving my room and shutting the door behind him.
Our conversation doesn’t completely register until he’s disappeared. Him cancelling his game to hang with me is completely normal friend behavior? Right? Right. RIGHT?
I throw the blankets off of me, wincing as I crawl out of the bed towards the bathroom. After brushing through my hair and putting on different sweats, I walk back into my room.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath when I see a little red stain on my sheets.
Exhaling, I quickly gather the linens and wad them up in my arms before walking out into the living room.
Dolly follows behind me, and I laugh to myself when she runs over and pounces on a little spot of sunlight shining on the floor.
Tanner’s on the phone, so I quietly walk by him, heading to the laundry room to start a wash for my sheets.
“Here’s your coffee, and there was only one Almond Joy left, but I can order more,” he says from the laundry room door a few moments later.
“You don’t have to be so nice to me,” I say, taking the drink and the little candy bar. I pop the chocolate into my mouth.
“Someone’s crabby,” he says, chuckling. “I’m never not going to be nice to you. You’re one of my favorite people.”
“I am?”
His eyes widen. “Yeah, I think you might be becoming my best friend. Just don’t tell Logan or Jacks because they’d be really upset to know they’ve been replaced.” One side of his mouth curves into a lazy grin, and my eyes shift nervously, trying to land on anything but him, but I fail.
Of course he meant best friend. What else would that have meant?
“I’m gonna go get my heating pad, and then maybe we can watch a movie?” I ask.
“Sure. What do you want to watch?”
“The Princess Diaries,” I say, sheepishly. “It’s my comfort movie, and if I had a TV in my room, it’s what I would be watching today.”
“I’ve never seen it, but I’m game,” he says, turning and walking back towards the TV.
I follow him through the kitchen and then head to my room to grab my phone, heating pad, and pillow.
Dolly runs in behind me, almost knocking me over, and jumps onto the bed trying to reach a small spot of light shining on the wall behind the mattress.
“Dolly, careful,” I snap.
She jumps up and swats at the wall then lands back on the mattress.
“Come on, girl; get down. You’re gonna pop it.”
She jumps up again, and this time I swear I hear the smallest burst of air when her paws hit the mattress. I gently grab her, put her on the ground, and inspect where she landed. Maybe it was just in my head.
“I got the movie queued up,” Tanner yells from the living room.
“Coming,” I shout, walking out of my room and closing the door to keep Dolly off my makeshift bed. “Goodness, she’s obsessed with those little bits of light. You should’ve seen her jumping on the air mattress to catch one on the wall in my room.”
“When I was a kid, we had a dog that would stare at them.” He chuckles.
“Thanks again for the coffee,” I say, plugging in the heating pad and then curling up on one end of the couch. “The way I made it was good, but this is delicious.” I take a long sip. The chocolate and coconut swirls across my tongue, and I let out a little moan.
“I’m glad you like it,” he says, swiping on his phone screen. He sets his phone down and then leans back onto his side of the couch. “Okay, so what is this movie about again?”
“Am I really about to take your Princess Diaries virginity?”
“Is that a thing?”
“It’s most definitely a thing, and I can’t spoil it for you. It’s a canon event. You’re just going to have to watch and find out what happens.”
“And you like to call me insufferable,” he laughs.
I kick out my leg and playfully shove him with my foot. “Stop making me laugh. My uterus can’t laugh today. It hurts too bad.”
“Shhhhh,” he teases. “The movie is starting.”
Dolly jumps up and curls into the back of my legs right as “Supergirl” begins to play.
I do my best to get comfortable, but it’s no use.
I know it has to be incredibly distracting and annoying, but I can’t stop tossing or turning.
This fucking couch is really the worst thing in the entire world, and it’s exponentially worse with cramps.
“You good over there?” Tanner asks, lifting an eyebrow.
I shift again, and Dolly jumps down. I’m annoying the cat. I definitely have to be annoying him.
“Yeah, sorry. I just can’t get comfortable. My back is killing me, and I know I pretended like your couch was great for days when I first moved in, but it’s actually terrible.”
He lets out a laugh. “So stubborn.” He shakes his head. “You slept on my couch for almost a week and refused to sleep in my bed when you were miserable. I knew it.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“It’s my couch. I know it sucks, and I’m quickly learning you’d rather be miserable than have someone else be miserable.”
It feels like he cut me open with one observation.
“I just didn’t want to disrupt your sleep because you took pity on me and let me move in.”
“You’re confirming my point,” he says, smirking.
“Ugh. You’re insufferable.” I kick out my foot again, catching his thigh. “You are the one who knowingly let me sleep on your uncomfortable couch for almost a week.”
He puts his hands up. “Hey, I tried to give you my bed, but you refused more than once. Speaking of beds, where is your new mattress?”
“Ugh, I know. I checked this morning and it’s still in transit. I keep hoping it’ll just show up and the tracking is wrong.” I sit up and shift the heating pad from my stomach to my back. “Goodness, I wish I had two of these things.”
He grabs his phone, and taps on the screen.
“What are you doing?”
“Texting Logan. Why?”
“Oh, nothing. Sorry, it’s none of my business.”
“Is there anything I can do to make it feel better?” he asks, setting his phone back on the arm of the sofa.
“Unless you have some magic cure for back pain, then no, but thanks.”
“I could give you a massage,” he says.
“Shut! Up!” Mia Thermopolis shouts on the television screen, almost in response.
Took the words out of my mouth, Mia.
My head flips toward him, and he’s just sitting there with his goofy smile, shrugging.
“What did you say?”
“A massage? I’m not trying to be weird or whatever you’re thinking. I just figured a back rub might help you feel better.”
“Oh, right, yeah of course that’s what you meant. I knew that, but you don’t have to.”
“Wren, I really don’t mind. Come on, let me make you feel good.” His voice is a little gravely—sexy even—and my mind shifts to a place it shouldn’t.
“Make me feel good?” I repeat a little breathless as blush creeps up my neck and paints my face.
“Shit, well I just meant, like, massages feel good,” he clarifies. “Do you want one or not?”
“Yeah, a massage would be great,” I say, turning so I’m facing away from him. I move my hair out of the way and feel his body close in behind me.
His hands squeeze my shoulders and begin to move down my back. “Where does it hurt?” he asks.
“It’s my lower back,” I say, swallowing hard.
This doesn’t feel like a massage from a friend, and, fuck, I should move away. I really should move away, but despite my better judgment, I like the effect it’s having, and I don’t want him to stop.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his hands gliding downward and across the small of my back, relieving some of the tension that’s there.
“Yeah,” I say.
“Good…if it’s too much or whatever, you can tell me to stop.”
“No, it’s perfect.” I let my body relax, and he continues to rub up and down, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
His hands feel huge, and I know there’s a sweatshirt between us, but everywhere he touches, my skin ignites.
He rubs along my lower back again, and his fingers trail the hem of sweatpants.
I let out a loud moan and immediately cover my mouth with my hand.
Shit. Shit. SHIT.
His hands freeze, and I don’t move. He clears his throat and jumps up so quickly that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to face him again. His bedroom door closes behind me, and I let my hand fall from my face.
Grabbing for my phone, I swipe up.
The Tortured Therapists Department
I think I fucked up.
Lacey:
What happened?
Have y’all ever gotten a back massage from a friend?
Gray:
No. Why?
Because I’m on my fucking period and miserable, and Tanner offered to massage my back as a friend, and I agreed, but it felt so good, and then I moaned.
Poppy:
You moaned?
I moaned. Like loud. Like best sex of my life level loud moaning.
Gray:
I’m dead.
This isn’t funny. I’m in the middle of a crisis.
Lacey:
What did he do?
He stopped, and now he’s in his room.
Should I knock or something? Or just wait for him to come out?
Poppy:
All the massages Logan gives me have a happy ending, so I guess it depends if you want yours to have a happy ending or not
I can’t sleep with him. It was just a minor lapse of judgment.
Lacey:
Jace just asked if I was okay because I’m laughing so hard.
Don’t you dare tell the boys about this.
What do I do?
Chloe:
Sorry I was changing Ava, but I just caught up.
Chloe:
Maybe he needed a minute. I’m sure it’s fine.
Poppy:
I vote you listen to your body. If you’re moaning just from a massage, imagine what else he could do!
Gray:
Orgasms do help with cramps.
We’re done here.