I move the toy over my cock faster, my mind gifting me with the incredible sound of him groaning, saying my name.
“Fuck,” I cry, turning up the vibration and working the toy on my cock even faster. The sensations are overwhelming, but I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. I buck into the toy, crying out over and over, until my imagination shows me the ultimate fantasy—Brian coming while calling out my name.
My moans reverberate around the room as my orgasm overtakes me. My abs burn as they contract. I’m not sure I’ve ever come this hard. It lasts longer and is more powerful than ever before. It’s hard to breathe as I finish.
I switch off the vibrator and pull the toy off my dick, leaving a sticky mess behind.
I drop the toy onto the bed and rest my head on my pillow, my eyes slipping closed.
That was amazing, but now I’m craving the real thing.
But not just sex. Part of why that whole fantasy was so perfect was because of the emotional connection Brian and I share. I wasn’t just imagining the physical feeling of being with him, but the emotion of connecting with him in that way.
Fuck.
I wanted answers, and in some ways, I’m glad I have them.
But I’m still in so much trouble because those answers led me straight to Brian, and with every passing moment, I realize just how deep my feelings for him run.
Once again, I’m the problem. And I have no idea what the solution is.
How do you tell your best friend you’re falling in love with them?
CHAPTER TWELVE
BRIAN
Regular Season Week 16
Relaxingat McGills after a long day is one of my favorite things—outside of being at home, that is.
It’s a little bar that looks like a dive from the outside, but is nice and homey on the inside.
Hallie and Kennedy brought us here not long after we met them, and it’s been our go-to place ever since. It’s where we met Justin for the first time, and where Hallie met Wilson despite him living upstate.
There’s a thread of magic running through it. Which must be why I’m staring at the bar like my soulmate is going to appear out of thin air.
That moment in the bathroom with Hardy last week has had me twisted up in a whole new way. I can’t keep going the way things have been. When I imagined living with him, I knew it might be a little harder for me to deal with my feelings, but I didn’t expect my very literal hardness to be on display while staring at his hard-on.
It was too much. Especially with how he ran out of there.
It was probably horrifying for him. He said he was about to get in the shower, but I’m not stupid. He was getting ready for some time with his hand—or however he gets off. Then he had to come in and save me because I was screaming, and witness my hard dick, which is not typically a turn-on for a straight guy.
Then I stared at it and probably made him super uncomfortable. He almost tripped over his own feet running away.
He hasn’t been weird around me since, but he’s been different. Quieter. Watching me a little more. Probably wondering if living with me is still worth it if he’s going to have to deal with moments like that. Or maybe he’s wondering if I have feelings for him.
That would be the worst outcome. Because he’d try to make it okay—either by leaning into our closeness or pushing me away, and each of those things would kill me but for different reasons.
I can’t deal with that.
“Are you ever going to tell him how you feel?”
I snap my head up to look at Justin’s wife, Jade. She’s a romance author, but does that mean she can read minds?
She slides back into the semicircle booth, across the table from me.
She and Justin came down from upstate for a few days because Justin has a modeling job here in the city.
