More than Friends

“Going a few months without seeing each other over the summer break from college is not the same thing, Dean. You have to live in another city and travel for most of the year. I go through this with my dad and brothers. It’s hard not to see them. It would be even worse with you.”

“It’s better than not seeing me at all. I need you in my life, Kitten.”

“You’re my best friend, Dean. Is that not enough?”

I shake my head. “Not anymore.”

“Then, I’m not sure we have anything left to talk about.”

“Meaning what? That you don’t even want to be friends? You know how hard it is for me to pour my heart out to you, and now, you have nothing left to say to me?”

“I’m sorry, Dean. I wish things were different. For now, all we can be is friends. Don’t you see that? We would only set ourselves up for failure. You would spend all your time missing me and me you, and that’s a distraction you don’t need.”

“You could never be a distraction,” I confess. “I am in love with you, Kitten. My life is not complete without you in it.”

“How about we try out friends with benefits and see how that goes?”

“Seriously?”

Kat nods. “Yeah, I kind of miss being with you, but I don’t think a relationship is right for us. At least not now. You are the only man I have ever been with. I want something to remember before we part ways again.” She moves my hand from her hip and slides it between her thighs. And she’s not wearing any underwear. “I want to spend the rest of the time we have together in this bed.”

“But what about—”

She cuts me off before I can finish my thought. “How about I make you a deal?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“The last time we were together we were both drunk. It didn’t help that I had to hide on the floor in your closet while you talked about me to my brother.”

“I’m still sorry about that,” I tell her, stroking her jaw with my thumb. “I wish I could change everything that happened that morning.”

“What I was going to say is that maybe we need a do-over.” Kat takes my finger and slides it along her slick folds.

I suck in a deep breath.

“Maybe we should give this one more try.”

“I have to convince you with sex?” I laugh at the idea. “And here I thought I already did that.”

She moans when I finally take charge and shove my fingers inside her.

“Is this what you want, Kitten?” I quicken my pace and lean over her.

She closes her eyes and purrs. “Uh-huh.”

“Good, because I want you to come for me.”

“I’m starting to love Dirty Dean a lot more than I used to.” She says this with a smile.

Her lips part for me when I kiss her, starting slow and passionate, the intensity growing with each thrust inside her. Kat palms the back of my head to deepen the kiss, slowly making her way down my back.

She runs her palm over my six-pack and slips her hand inside my boxers to stroke my shaft. I try to focus on anything other than how good her warm hand feels wrapped around me. The sounds that escape her lips only make me harder and more anxious to release the tension from my body.

When Kat comes for me, I stifle her moans with my mouth, kissing her until her body stops convulsing. I grab her hand, telling her to stop so that I can slide my boxers over my hips. Positioning myself between her legs, I stare down at my best friend, my Kitten, the only girl I have ever loved. She looks beautiful with her blonde hair fanned out around her head. For all I know, this could be the last night we have together. I want to make every second count.

I lift her leg over my shoulder, positioning myself at her entrance before I inch myself inside her wetness. I lean forward to suck on her bottom lip and slip my tongue into her mouth. With each kiss, our friendship and the lines that we have already crossed become even more blurred. But nothing has ever felt so right to me.

The animalistic passion I have for Kat consumes me, begging to break free. She covers her mouth with the pillow once I lift her other leg over my shoulder. We share a deep connection that I have never felt for anyone other than Kat. Our level of intimacy is different. My world starts and ends with Kat. For as long as I have known her, no other woman has come close.