Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“I’m okay,” I tell him, keeping my eyes locked on his so he knows it’s the truth. “No regrets.”
“And going forward?” he prompts, which causes me to pull back slightly from him.
“I hadn’t thought that far,” I admit. “What would this be? Friends with benefits?”
“Best friends with benefits,” he clarifies with a wry smile.
Even though Dane just gave me one of the biggest, strongest, and longest orgasms of my life and my body is telling me to accept, I have to pause. It’s one thing to prowl The Wicked Horse to indulge in all my fantasies in a guilt free, leave-it-all-behind-when-I-walk-out-the-door kind of way, but can I really do that with Dane?
I already love him as my best friend and the risk is that I would end up loving him as something more. It’s a huge risk because Dane isn’t built to love back so completely.
His mom died in childbirth. After five years of living with a drug addict father who neglected him, he was placed into the foster care system. As such, Dane is a solitary man. He has trust and abandonment issues. He’s thirty-nine years old and has never once been in a committed relationship. If I fell for him, it would not be returned.
The question is, can I prevent myself from falling for him…
“Let me think about it,” I tell him.
“Of course,” he responds almost politely, but what he’s really conveying is there are no hard feelings if I can’t go forward with this.
CHAPTER 11
Dane
“Another round?” the bartender asks and I nod, taking my wallet out. While he moves to get three cheap draft beers for us, I look over my shoulder at Andrew and Avril joking and laughing with each other. My gaze scans the interior of the dive bar we decided to come to tonight as the nostalgia was running high. Avril, Andrew, and I had been invited by our alma mater to speak to an entrepreneurial faculty board on how to develop and support students.
Rather than fly back to Vegas, the three of us decided to take an afternoon off to walk around campus, meet up with some old professors, and to have a few beers at one of our favorite haunts. We’ve been here a few hours now, and it’s a bit of a transport back in time. We haven’t discussed work, but reminisced about the good times the three of us had while going to college.
It’s like it always used to be, yet it’s not.
Not when I’m looking at Avril differently these days.
She told me three days ago she wanted to think about our sexual future together, and I gladly afforded her the time. Avril knows what no-holds-barred sex is like now, with the freedom to indulge without any guilt or consequences. Whether she can continue that with me remains still to be seen.
And while I’m not pushing her for an answer, I’ve been hopeful she’d decide soon so I can either press forward with getting to know every inch of her body, or I can go back to the way things were. I’ve been to The Wicked Horse every night since I ate her pussy on my desk, waiting to see if she’d show. I spent most of the time in The Apartment playing poker and watching the video feeds.
She never came. I left at the end of each night doubting the merits of my suggestion we keep fucking each other.
I told her the truth. I have no regrets about what we’ve done because I’m not a regretful kind of guy. I’m not careless with my friends’ emotions, but Avril is the one who invited me to play first. She also willingly played the second time at my demand, so I know she was all in. She’s also a smart woman, and she knew the limited confines by which we could be together.
So, no… no regrets about her. I’m confident if she chooses to move on, our friendship won’t even take a hit.
But Andrew is a different matter.
Avril and I haven’t discussed how this could affect Andrew. Or if he should even know about it. It’s a sticky situation, but I can’t worry about that right now. And it’s not like Andrew isn’t fully aware of Avril’s newfound desires at The Wicked Horse. He shared an intimate moment with her. Not as intimate as the two of us had, but it put a new spin on the friendship.
The bartender sets the mugs down and makes change for me. I leave him a five-dollar tip and carry the brews back to the table we’re occupying. We’re the oldest patrons in here by far. We’ve gotten a few side looks from students, which I find to be amusing.
As I set the beers down, I hear Andrew say with a roar of a laugh as he slams his palm on the table. “Remember that time Dane got caught fucking the quarterback’s girlfriend in one of the men’s bathroom stalls?”