Made to be Mine (a steamy friends to lovers novella) Read online

  He broke my brain when he swirled his thumb over my clit while biting down on my ear. The sensations of his mouth and hand were too much and not enough, and I let out the tiniest moan.

  He stilled but didn’t remove his finger. “Quiet, Lex. People are around. You know I can’t afford another scandal, so be good.”

  “Hm?”

  “You heard me. Be good.” He nipped me again, and I seemed to float over my body as he teased me with his tongue and teeth.

  “I can’t stop thinking about the way your body shakes when you come. I’m going to get you off right here,” he said, his voice low and promising.

  “Oh,” I said, my vision going fuzzy with how turned on I was as he swirled that finger over and over with alternating pressure. “Wow.”

  “You’re so fucking sexy in your suit, this dress. God, Lex,” he groaned, arching his hips into me so his erection hit my lower back. Feeling his cock pressed into me was an even bigger turn on. This affected him too—I could make Will hard, and I wasn’t in this alone.

  “Will you let me slide these panties to the side?” he asked.

  I could only nod. The breeze tickled my skin, and the thought that anyone could see us if they tried hard enough only fueled my desire for him. This was the most scandalous thing I had ever done, and my god, I wanted more.

  He moaned into my hair and moved the fabric to the right before sliding a finger inside me, and holy shit. His body vibrated as I rocked into him. Music from the club changed to an upbeat pop song, and laughter carried over from a group twenty feet to our right, but the darkness of the night turned everyone into shadows.

  He thrusted another finger in, going slow and stopping for a beat before repeating the process. My spine tingled, and my lower belly almost hurt with how much I needed this, needed him. I slammed my lips shut to prevent any sound from escaping, and he held my hip down with one hand.

  “Stay still while I finger you,” he demanded, his tone sending a thrill through me. Will never used this voice on me before. He lacked the easy composure he wore so well and got me hotter. He was losing control. He continued for what felt like hours, teasing me and curling his fingers to make my knees shake.

  The familiar build up started at the base of my spine, a hair out of reach, and he sucked the skin on my shoulder as ecstasy approached. The orgasm hit me hard. I slammed my eyes shut and bit my lip to prevent any sound from coming out as I bucked against him. The notion I had to keep quiet made everything dangerous and delicious. My childhood crush got me off while we were on a beach surrounded by people.

  This wasn’t even a fantasy I tried having because being with him like this was too unreal, but here I was, sighing into his embrace after coming down from a high. “Damn.”

  “Jesus, that was…” he stopped and held me tighter against him. We felt right, somehow. “Tell me what happened with Ashton.”

  Whoa. “Uh, that’s not the mood I’m feeling.” I tried to move, but he kept me right there, not an inch between our bodies. “Will, come on.”

  “No, I want to know, Lexi. You’re facing the water, it’s beautiful, and you came on my fingers a second ago. I think it’s okay for you to share why you need practice getting naked.”

  “It’s embarrassing. I don’t want talk about it.”

  “I want to know so I can try to help you forget it.” He kissed the side of my head in the sweetest, gentlest way. The gesture made me melt completely. That wasn’t a heat of the moment kiss. It was an I care for you kiss, and I wanted to keep that feeling forever. “I’ve known you for decades, and you’ve always had this fire in you. I’ve been caught up in my own shitstorm for a bit, but I hate seeing you not be the fullest version of yourself, you know?”

  “Will, I don’t even… I didn’t know you cared this much.”

  “What?” The muscles in his arms tensed, and he sucked in a breath. “How could you not think I care about you?”

  “You’re… you. A famous sports star who travels the country. I’m your sister's chubby best friend.” God, why was I saying this? I was ruining the moment, yet I couldn’t stop. “I’m a nobody, really.”

  He huffed, and I swore I could feel the irritation radiating off his body. “Why are you doing this? It’s pissing me off.”

  Oh, shit, he was angry.

  “I’m not doing anything.”

  “Stop belittling yourself and downplaying the fact I do care for you. One of the reasons I like you so much, Lexi, is because you don’t give a shit about my job. When you say dumbass comments that you’re just my sister’s friend, it pisses me off. Aren’t we friends? Don’t we grab lunch together when we can?”

  “Yeah, that’s out of guilt though!”

  A moment passed, then another. He was silent, and all traces of his hands on me left. He repositioned himself and got off the chair. Will left me sitting there, and the shadows hid his facial expression. “If that’s what you think, Lex, then maybe I’ve been wrong this whole time. I’m getting a drink and finding Charley.” His voice was tense and sad.

  The sadness made my heart lodge in my throat.

  It was easier to downplay things so his eventual rejection wouldn’t hurt as much, but this didn’t feel any less painful. He was upset, and that made everything worse. I never knew I had the ability to hurt someone like him, and the reality didn’t sit right with me.

  Did I still go to his room tonight? Was our practice for the week done? Panic clawed down my throat at the realization our arrangement could be over. I really didn’t want my time with him to end. My eyes stung at what happened. I needed to make the moment better. I took a deep breath, shoved down all the doubts about myself, and set off to find him and make everything okay. But, when I got inside the bar, he wasn’t talking to his sister.

  He was at the bar, smiling and flirting with a bombshell of a woman.

  Well, that answers my question. If he brought her back to the condo...god, I was an idiot for agreeing to this in the first place. There was no happy ending here, and it was better to remember that. My new year would end like the last four, with me alone. Ashton might’ve made me feel like shit about myself, and Charley’s horrible friend played me, but Will had the power to destroy my heart. I needed to protect myself. We were in different leagues, different planets when it came to our bodies. He had no business with me.

  Chapter Six

  Will

  Little sister’s chubby best friend. Jesus, the phrase repeated in my head, and the urge to punch a wall hadn’t lessened in the twenty minutes since I left her outside. She thought I was getting lunch with her out of guilt? Or inviting her to my room because I felt bad for her?

  Yeah, not at all.

  I loved getting lunch with her because she laughed too loud and didn’t talk about baseball ever. And as far as the bedroom, that was a way for both of us to enjoy the trip. God, why was she being so weird about us hooking up and downplaying our friendship? I wiped my hand over my face and smiled at the woman talking to me.

  She was beautiful, into me, and I could’ve taken her back to the condo if I wanted to, but she wasn’t the curvy girl who annoyed me in one breath and turned me on with her moans with another. Yeah, if I only had a few more nights with Lexi, I wasn’t going to spend them with anyone else.

  “So, you’re an athlete, right? Look at these biceps,” the woman said, putting her hand on my arm and squeezing. A few months ago, I would’ve loved it.

  The attraction, the flirting, the scoring.

  Now, the whole interaction felt gross. This woman just met me and was already touching me, but her intentions weren’t clear. She mentioned being an athlete, so she definitely knew who I was. Was she going to film me? Take photos of me to sell to tabloids?

  Damn, this sucked. I forced a tight smile and shook her grip off. While the gesture was probably too dramatic, it worked. She sucked in a breath and held her hand against her stomach like I burned her skin.

  “Sorry, doll, I’m not in the mood.” I took
a step back and scanned the place for my sister and Lexi. They were by the exit. “Have a good night.”

  I made my way toward them, hating the unease on Lexi’s face. Her eyes lacked the softness she often threw my way, but it was stupid to miss it. “You ready to go back?”

  “Ye,” Charley said, wincing. “I twisted my ankle or something. You don’t have to walk us back though. I saw you flirting with that woman.” She wiggled her brows, but I immediately looked at Lexi.

  Was that what she thought? Flirting? Was she upset and that’s why she looked at the ground instead of my face? My gut filled with worry. Charley cleared her throat, and I shook my head, forgetting to answer.

  “No, I wasn’t flirting. She recognized me, and I’m not playing with that shit again.”

  “Ah, good call.” Charley frowned and looped her arm through Lexi’s. “Let’s head back and eat cookies.”

  “Sounds good,” Lexi said, still not looking at me.

  That wouldn’t do.

  Trying to get a word in between them was hard. They bantered back and forth, and Charley got Lexi to laugh, but by the time we got to the condo, my stomach was in knots. It was weird to feel this way. It had been...years since the last time I had this tension in my gut over a woman. This was Lexi though, so it was important to make sure we were okay. We’d see each other no matter what. Our lives were too intertwined to leave things uncomfortable between us.

  “Want to join me with cookies?” Charley asked Lexi, but she shook her head.

  “I’m going to shower and head to bed. Super tired.” She yawned, but I knew the whole act was fake.

  “Okay, damn. Fair though. Will? Want to bond over cookie dough and talk shit about your entitled athlete friends?”

  “Nope. Going to my room.”

  “Okay, you both suck. I’ll be out here, eating my face off and trying not to think about every stupid decision I’ve ever made.” Charley hobbled from the counter to the couch and turned on some reality TV show.

  Lexi looked at me for the first time, and red splotches crept up her neck and face. She was so pretty, and the blush made me want to see more of her. But before I could get a word in, she rushed by me into her room and shut the door.

  Great.

  She hurt my feelings and was acting like I pissed her off somehow. I should stay away and let this zing, attraction, whatever it was, die. But… I couldn’t do that. Something tight and warm in my chest compelled me to twist the doorknob to her room to see if the handle was locked. When the door pushed open, I snuck inside without Charley knowing.

  Lexi was naked, opened-mouthed, and reaching for a towel. Red covered her cheeks, and her hair hung down her back with some strands askew. “What are you doing in here?”

  It was hard to focus when all of her beautiful body was on display. My god, her tits made my mouth water, and my hands twitched with the urge to touch her. Her chest heaved, and her blush went down her torso, and goddamn it. “I want to touch you.”

  She blinked and swallowed loudly but made no moves to cover herself. “W-why?”

  “To find out if your skin is soft everywhere.”

  “We s-should talk though.” Her shoulders slumped a little bit.

  She was right. We needed to, but that could happen later. Like post orgasms later.

  I took a step toward her and removed my shirt, tossing it to the ground. She sucked in a breath, and her nipples beaded into two tight points.

  “We should,” I said, “but I don’t feel like talking now.”

  She wet her bottom lip and shifted her weight as I got closer. “The woman at the bar…”

  “What about her?” I undid my belt and took off my shoes and pants. I stopped when I got to my boxers. My dick was hard as steel, and her eyes turned to saucers when she looked down. “Do you see her here? Do you think I’ve been able to think about anyone else besides you?”

  Her breath faltered for a second when I slid my thumb into my waistband and dropped my final piece of clothing. She reached out but let her hand drop to the side. That wouldn’t do.

  “Touch me,” I demanded, not caring that my voice came across husky. “I need your hands on me, Lex.”

  She didn’t wait a second. She reached to my chest and ran her soft fingers over my muscles and stomach. Lex dug her nails into my skin as her eyes burned to an inferno. This girl was turned on, and I wanted to see her come apart over and over.

  “You're so hard and warm,” she said, one hand gripping my shaft.

  My vision blurred when she pumped me two, three times. “Fuck.”

  “Your dick is big. Like the rest of you.”

  “I’m also hard as hell for you.” I held her gaze as I reached over and pinched one of her nipples. “I want to feel all of you. Get in the shower.”

  She nodded and let out a little giggle as she turned on the water. Before I could think about all the reasons this was probably wrong, I slammed my mouth on hers and pushed her up against the shower wall.

  She absolutely melted against me. All her softness and innocence killed me when she groaned into my mouth and slid her tongue against mine. It was wet and messy and hot. Lexi kissed like this would be the last time, and each stroke of her hand on my cock made me want more.

  I cupped the back of her head and pulled her hair so it gave me a better angle, and shit. My resolve was deteriorating kiss by kiss. I arched my hips so my dick rested against her stomach. “You taste so good,” I moaned, moving my mouth down her jaw and nipping the spot where her collarbone met her shoulder. She arched her back, and I wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her as I took one pointed nipple into my mouth and sucked.

  “Will, oh my god,” she cried, slamming her head against the wall.

  “Does this feel good?” I asked, not waiting to hear her response before doing it again and again. “Tell me.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “It feels good when you… suck my nipples like that.”

  I growled when she closed her eyes, and I teased the sensitive area with my tongue. Her body was an open book, showing me everything she liked. When I flicked her nipple, she moaned, when I sucked, she dug her nails into my arm, and when I buried my face between her breasts, her legs shook.

  “I’m… I’m close,” she panted. Her gasp got caught in her throat when I reached between her legs and slid fingers inside her. She was so goddamn wet. “Yes,” she moaned, her teeth grazing my ear as she pulled me closer to her.

  It was an addicting feeling to see and feel her come apart. I swirled my thumb around her clit, and it didn’t take long at all for her to tense and tremble around me.

  “That’s it, baby,” I said, wanting to draw her orgasm out and bring her the most pleasure possible. She let out the tiniest whimper when I removed my fingers and slammed my lips against hers again.

  She didn’t hold back. The orgasm seemed to make her even more desperate. She clawed at me and reached between our bodies to take my dick in her hand. Before my brain could register what she was doing, she slid onto her knees and slid me in her mouth. Holy shit.

  She sucked me all the way back, making my eyes damn near cross as she deep throated me. What the fuck? How was she so good at this? I braced an arm on the wall as she controlled the pace, going fast then slow, using her hands to tease my balls. I forgot how to function.

  All that existed was her, her mouth, and her sounds. I wouldn’t last long. I had to know what she felt like inside, but before I could stop her and tell her that, I grunted, “Stop, I’m going to--”

  She sucked me harder and gripped my ass with one hand, taking me all the way as I spilled into her mouth. White hot flashes of pleasure zipped through me as I saw stars. It took a few seconds to catch my breath when I looked down and saw her smiling so big my heart skipped a beat.

  “Lex, you naughty girl.”

  “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

  “Deep throat?”

  “No, see you when you orga
sm. I’ve fantasized about this, us in the shower, for years.” The second the words escaped, her face reddened, and she turned away from me. I caught her chin with my hand and forced her attention to my face.

  “No going shy on me.” I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. “You’ve thought about us like this before?”

  “How could I not? I’ve wondered about you like this...forever.” She shrugged, and the light in her eyes dimmed. “I know you don’t feel the same, so please, can we forget I said it?”

  “No.” I yanked her back when she tried to walk out of the shower. She hesitated, but I got some shampoo on my hands and started washing her hair. She relaxed for a beat, and I used her weak moment to my advantage. “Lexi,” I said, massaging her scalp. “Did you know that I saw your tits in high school, and I beat off to that image at least ten times?”

  “What?” she gasped, turning around and giving me wide eyes. “When?”

  “You were over and changing into a swimsuit in Charley’s room. You didn’t close the door all the way, and I happened to see you.” I moved us so her hair could rinse off, and I grazed my fingers over her breasts to cup them. “They were so full and perfect with your rosy nipples.”

  “Wow,” she said, gulping. “I always thought they were too big.”

  “Too big and breasts do not belong in my vocabulary.” I pinched each tip again until they got hard. “They are perfect.”

  She leaned into me, and I got the soap to rub the silky bubbles over her arms, shoulders, and back. It baffled me to think she didn’t realize she was so sexy. My jaw hurt when I thought about her ex, so I said what I thought would help her the most. “Any man is lucky to be yours, babe. You have this banging body and are the smartest fucking person I know. I hope you realize it’s the truth.”

  She remained quiet. I thought I said the right thing, but something shifted in the air between us. My stomach soured at the idea that I upset her somehow, and I spun her around to read her expressive face. “Hey, I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?”