“Good?” I ask after she rinses out her mouth.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s get you to bed.” With my hand around her waist, I open the bathroom door, and we move down the hall to my room. She flops down on the bed and moans.
“Why did you let me drink so much?”
“Me?” I laugh, grabbing a T-shirt and some sweats for her to sleep in. “I didn’t let you do anything.”
“You should have stopped me.”
“Here.” I hand her my clothes.
“I have clothes here.”
“I know, but this was easier than me digging through your bag. Put these on. I’m going to go grab you something for that headache and a bottle of water.”
“I don’t have a headache.”
“You will. I’m locking this door,” I say, grabbing the lanyard with my room key off my desk. No way am I leaving her in this state in a room unattended. “Be right back.” Closing the door, I make sure it’s locked before making my way back downstairs. I have to field my way through partygoers to get to the kitchen. I grab three bottles of water. Reese needs to drink one now, and I have one for both of us for later. Then I rummage through the cabinets to find a bottle of headache medicine. Taking off the lid, I tap the bottle letting four tablets fall into my hand. Two for now and two for in the morning. I already know she’s going to need them. I also know she’s going to be pissed at herself for drinking so much. It’s good to see her let loose and have a good time. Even if it makes me think naughty thoughts about her.
“Yo, Reeves. Where did you run off to?” Dustin calls out as I leave the kitchen.
“Calling it a night!” I yell back.
“Where’s your girl?” He smirks.
“In my bed.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. His eyes widen, but I don’t have time to explain. I take the stairs two at a time and quickly unlock my bedroom door, slipping inside. What I see takes the breath from my lungs.
“Coop, is that you?” Reese asks. “I need help. This stupid shirt.” She huffs. “Cooper?”
“Sorry, yeah, it’s me. Let me help.” I jump into action, placing the headache medicine and bottles of water on the nightstand. Somehow, she’s managed to twist her arms with her shirt pulled halfway over her head. Her sheer black bra is giving me a full view of her breasts, and her nipples have decided it’s also time for a show as the pebbled buds peek through the thin material. I swallow hard and walk toward her. My cock is hard. Not just hard, but steel behind my zipper as I take her in. I’ve seen her in a swimsuit, but this… did I mention I can see her nipples? Perfect round pebbled buds just begging for my mouth.
She’s your best friend.
“Coop, are you going to help me or not?” She huffs again.
“Hold still.” I tug on her shirt and, between the two of us, we get it over her head and off.
“Thanks.” She throws herself back on the bed dramatically.
Her jeans are unbuttoned, and her boots are lying haphazardly on the floor. Her toned flat belly taunts me as she leaves it out on display. My eyes rake over her, and even though I know it’s wrong, I can’t seem to stop myself. I’m a guy, she’s gorgeous. Of course I’m going to look.
She slides the zipper of her jeans down and lifts her hips, trying to pull them off. “Help me.”
I don’t speak, but I do lift both legs, grip her jeans, and tug until they slide off. I avert my gaze to the floor where her boots are. I busy myself picking them up, so we don’t trip over them tomorrow, and place them by the door. I take my time folding her jeans and putting them neatly on the desk. I count slowly to one hundred, then pretend to be fascinated with my phone and count another hundred just as slowly to be safe. When I turn around, I’m greeted with a sight that I will never be able to forget.
Reese is lying on my bed in nothing but a sheer black bra and panties. If you can even call them that. It’s a thong. A very tiny thong. I know because she’s curled up, and her ass, her bare ass, is facing me. I swallow hard, but don’t look away. I can’t look away. It’s painful, not just because my cock is pressing against the zipper in my jeans, but because I can’t have her. I can’t ruin years of friendship over one night in bed. However, I’ll have this visual with me for years to come.
I’m lusting after my best friend.
I’m staring at her body.