satisfied, and fuck if he didn’t love that he was the cause for that satisfaction. He wanted to always be the cause of it.
Probably feeling his gaze, she glanced over at him, the small smile that had been on her lips growing to a full-blown grin when she caught his stare. “Quit staring, creeper.”
Ian chuckled, reaching out for her hand and linking their fingers together. He cleared his throat and kept his eyes on her face. “So...”
Cocking an eyebrow, she glanced at him. “So?”
He shifted slightly in his seat, unsure how to broach the subject of them . “About last night...” He trailed off, noticing the color deepening on her face as she caught her lip between her teeth.
“And this morning,” she added, tossing him a sexy smile.
And now he had to shift in his seat for an entirely different reason. His body responded to her verbal prodding, remembering exactly what this morning had entailed. Both times.
“Yeah,” he finally answered, his voice tight. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, their hands resting against his thigh. “I realize that I’ll probably have to turn in my balls for this, but I’m wondering—” he took a deep breath, “—where it leaves us.”
“Oh.”
That single syllable spoke volumes.
With a sigh, he squeezed her hand. If she didn’t want the whole shebang with him, he needed to school his expression to show that it was okay. He didn’t want to jeopardize everything with her because their expectations were slightly divergent. “So it was just a onetime—or three times—thing?”
“What?” She snapped her eyes to his before moving them back to the road. “No, I don’t want that. I love being with you, Ian. And I loved being with you. I just...I don’t think I’m ready for anything big, you know?” She sighed, her fingers tightening against his. “I’ve had such shit luck with relationships, and I love you too much to try things only to fail. Can we just continue how we are and see where it goes?”
He smiled, though he knew it didn’t reach his eyes, and nodded his head as he lifted her hand to his mouth for a brush of his lips. “Sure, Liv.”
She visibly relaxed in her seat, and a hesitant smile curved her lips. She loved him too much—as one of her best friends—to try for something more, and he loved her too much—as his everything —not to. He knew he should be grateful for this chance with her, however small it was. He just couldn’t help the ache in his chest, knowing that she wasn’t his completely.
Chapter Fourteen
Olivia didn’t know if missing her weekly brunch with Emma was a blessing or a curse. She wasn’t sure prolonging the inevitable was such a good idea, and the unease in her stomach told her much the same. But what could Olivia tell her? That she’d had the most unbelievable sex of her life with Emma’s brother? She was sure that would go over really well.
Usually, she would have speed-dialed Emma on the way home from a satisfying romp, spilling all the grisly details to her best friend. But now...well, things were a bit complicated. Olivia was certain Emma didn’t want to hear just how big her brother’s cock was or how well he knew how to use it. She probably also didn’t want to hear that he’d give her friend’s latest conquest a run for his money in the Best Tongue category.
The anxiety she had over how Emma would react to Olivia dating her brother had grown steadily the more weddings she and Ian had been to. And after last night...well, she didn’t have the faintest idea how to tell Emma any of that. Didn’t have the faintest idea how Emma would react to that. If Emma’s track record was any indication, Olivia would be fast on her way to losing one best friend. Not to mention compromising her relationship with the other by fucking him.
Besides, was there really anything going on that she needed to alert her best friend about? If what she and Ian were doing was just sex between two friends, she didn’t
Probably feeling his gaze, she glanced over at him, the small smile that had been on her lips growing to a full-blown grin when she caught his stare. “Quit staring, creeper.”
Ian chuckled, reaching out for her hand and linking their fingers together. He cleared his throat and kept his eyes on her face. “So...”
Cocking an eyebrow, she glanced at him. “So?”
He shifted slightly in his seat, unsure how to broach the subject of them . “About last night...” He trailed off, noticing the color deepening on her face as she caught her lip between her teeth.
“And this morning,” she added, tossing him a sexy smile.
And now he had to shift in his seat for an entirely different reason. His body responded to her verbal prodding, remembering exactly what this morning had entailed. Both times.
“Yeah,” he finally answered, his voice tight. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, their hands resting against his thigh. “I realize that I’ll probably have to turn in my balls for this, but I’m wondering—” he took a deep breath, “—where it leaves us.”
“Oh.”
That single syllable spoke volumes.
With a sigh, he squeezed her hand. If she didn’t want the whole shebang with him, he needed to school his expression to show that it was okay. He didn’t want to jeopardize everything with her because their expectations were slightly divergent. “So it was just a onetime—or three times—thing?”
“What?” She snapped her eyes to his before moving them back to the road. “No, I don’t want that. I love being with you, Ian. And I loved being with you. I just...I don’t think I’m ready for anything big, you know?” She sighed, her fingers tightening against his. “I’ve had such shit luck with relationships, and I love you too much to try things only to fail. Can we just continue how we are and see where it goes?”
He smiled, though he knew it didn’t reach his eyes, and nodded his head as he lifted her hand to his mouth for a brush of his lips. “Sure, Liv.”
She visibly relaxed in her seat, and a hesitant smile curved her lips. She loved him too much—as one of her best friends—to try for something more, and he loved her too much—as his everything —not to. He knew he should be grateful for this chance with her, however small it was. He just couldn’t help the ache in his chest, knowing that she wasn’t his completely.
Chapter Fourteen
Olivia didn’t know if missing her weekly brunch with Emma was a blessing or a curse. She wasn’t sure prolonging the inevitable was such a good idea, and the unease in her stomach told her much the same. But what could Olivia tell her? That she’d had the most unbelievable sex of her life with Emma’s brother? She was sure that would go over really well.
Usually, she would have speed-dialed Emma on the way home from a satisfying romp, spilling all the grisly details to her best friend. But now...well, things were a bit complicated. Olivia was certain Emma didn’t want to hear just how big her brother’s cock was or how well he knew how to use it. She probably also didn’t want to hear that he’d give her friend’s latest conquest a run for his money in the Best Tongue category.
The anxiety she had over how Emma would react to Olivia dating her brother had grown steadily the more weddings she and Ian had been to. And after last night...well, she didn’t have the faintest idea how to tell Emma any of that. Didn’t have the faintest idea how Emma would react to that. If Emma’s track record was any indication, Olivia would be fast on her way to losing one best friend. Not to mention compromising her relationship with the other by fucking him.
Besides, was there really anything going on that she needed to alert her best friend about? If what she and Ian were doing was just sex between two friends, she didn’t
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