27. Sunny #2
Jeremy doesn’t like anyone , but he likes me. He might even love me. He’s waited for me all this time.
I can’t believe it took me so long to realize how much I want this.
“This isn’t just a rebound for me,” I tell him while he’s kissing my neck. “I think…we could be really good together.”
Jeremy peels his lips off my skin and smiles with his eyes. “I’m not at all worried about being your rebound, Sunny,” he says in the gratuitously smug way that only he can pull off and sound sexy.
I bite the smile emerging on my lips. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.” He wraps his arms tight around me. “Because once I fuck you…you’re not going to want anyone else.”
With that said, Jeremy lifts me off the couch and carries me to his room, where he throws me onto the bed.
Now I’m lying in the same spot where I’ve fallen asleep several times, wondering what it would be like if he took off my clothes—and it’s actually happening.
He pulls my jeans off first, then my underwear.
He unwraps my sweater, then unhooks my bra.
He flings my clothes off his bed, and they land in a heap on the floor.
I’m naked now, and he’s still fully clothed.
Kneeling between my legs, he looks—and only looks—at every inch of my body, his eyes traveling slowly from my lips, to my breasts, to my navel, to the curve of my waist and hips.
His breath is heavy, and my heart is hammering when he settles his gaze back on mine.
Then he pulls off his white crew-neck, and I see him shirtless for the first time. He’s lean, but more muscular than I imagined. What surprises me more, though, is that he has several tattoos on his chest, from the top of his left pec to his right ribcage.
“I didn’t know you had ink,” I say with a smile.
Jeremy looks down to undo his belt. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet,” he says before he leans over me, and we start kissing again. He’s running one hand through my hair, while the other finds its way between my thighs. His fingers slide inside me easily.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“I always use condoms with someone new,” he tells me. “But I don’t want to with you. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” I say. “It’s okay.”
This is Jeremy . I’ve known him for years. He’s my best friend, now.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispers.
“You are sensual…and sultry…and so fucking sexy…” He sighs as he drags his hand up my body to massage my breast. Every stroke of his fingers is confident and self-assured, like he knows exactly what I need, even before I do.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Sunny.
You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. ”
I look into his eyes, and the intensity of his desire blows me away .
Jeremy , who’s usually so controlled, looks like he might die if he doesn’t have me immediately.
It really turns me on.
I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him even closer to me. “You don’t have to wait anymore, Jeremy.”
Seconds later, he’s reaching for his zipper. Then he pushes inside me just a little.
I’m desperate for more, and I tell him so. But when he gives it to me, I’m shocked.
“Oh my god,” I gasp. My muscles tighten around him.
He stops. “Are you okay?”
I let out a laugh. “Of all the things you brag about, you failed to mention this ?”
He smirks. “I’ve found that anticipating it usually makes the situation worse. Just try to relax, and it’ll start to feel good. Trust me.”
He says these words sincerely, and I nod, taking a deep breath and letting my body soften.
He moves slowly, and I dig my fingernails into his back so I have an outlet for my remaining tension.
When I drive my nails up and down his shoulder blades, he groans.
“Scratch me as hard as you want—I like it.”
I watch the pleasure on his face as he leans into the pain, and I decide to do the same. We find a rhythm together, and I soon discover Jeremy was right. It does start to feel good. No, better than that.
It’s fucking amazing.
Once Jeremy sees I’m comfortable, it unleashes something in him.
He’s wild and unbridled in a way I’ve never experienced before.
All I can think about is him and the things he’s doing to my body.
Every unexpected touch is an adrenaline rush that leaves me craving more.
More sucking. More scratching. More hair-pulling.
More biting. He sinks his teeth into my neck like a fucking vampire, making the Twilight fantasies I know he’d chide me for come true.
Finally, he pins my wrists to the bed, and he thrusts so deep, it makes me shudder with pleasure. He does this over and over until I’m about to come, and then he flips me onto my stomach. He puts all his weight on top of me and pushes into me while he whispers in my ear.
He tells me exactly how long he’s wanted this.
He tells me about all the times he’s imagined this.
About the times he’s pictured me naked and come in his hand.
About the times he’s pictured me while coming inside someone else.
His words get dirtier, and my heart beats harder, and my orgasm sends shockwaves through my entire body.
A few minutes later, he finishes.
We lie side by side in his bed and—I can’t help it—I start giggling.
Jeremy raises an eyebrow at me.
“No wonder you’re such a massive prick,” I say, smiling at him.
He laughs and pulls me toward him, into his arms. “I love you,” he says softly. “You know that?”
Since Jeremy’s whispered confession the other night, I’ve spent hours wondering what I’d say if he told me he loved me again—outside of a drunken stupor. But I couldn’t come up with an answer, so I decided to wait and see how I felt in the moment.
Now I know. Jeremy and I have had the friendship thing down pat for years.
But tonight I found out that our physical chemistry is off the charts.
Our connection was electric. Explosive. Jeremy was rough with me, and dominated me, and I never thought I would enjoy that—but I did.
It was just as intense as being intimate with Dex but, at the same time, wildly different.
Which is a good thing. My feelings for Dex and Jeremy are wildly different too.
But there is a common denominator. When friendship and passion mix like this, what else could it possibly mean?
I nod. “I love you, too, Jeremy.”