London and Nick have been friends since college but when Nick moves in with London during renovations to his own apartment, things quickly start to become less than platonic. Just as London is starting to see the upside to this new development, she meets the perfect guy for her, Collin, an artist at the art gallery where she works.
Nick is her best friend, her confidant, the one person on Earth she can just be herself with. But Collin feeds her intellect, her artistic side, her soul. Once she’s finally tasted each of them, London knows she has to choose, but cannot decide which man she can live without. Luckily Nick and Collin have it all figured out and are determined to show London that two are always better than one.
Nick closed the top of his water bottle and stowed it on his bike. “When did sex in public places become your thing, London?” He said it casually as if he was asking what we were watching on T.V. that night or how much the light bill was.
I sputtered as my water when down the wrong way and Nick had to thump me on the back a couple times before I could breathe normally.
I shook my head. “No, it’s fine.” I wiped my mouth and put the bottle back on its mount. “I uh, didn’t know I was into that, either.” I unsnapped my helmet and hung it on my handlebars, grateful for the light breeze that cooled my head and neck.
Nick climbed off his bike, removed his helmet and looked me in the eye. “I didn’t know I was into it, either. Watching, I mean.” He swallowed hard. “You don’t think I’m a total creep?”
“No. In fact, I kind of…liked that part, too.”
He was staring at me with a kind of laser focus he normally reserved for NBA finals on the big screen. And then, with a little grunt of frustration, he was kissing me.
I didn’t hesitate, didn’t think. There was no angst, no what-will-this-do-to-our-relationship over-thinking. Only the fulfillment of a fantasy we’d both apparently been harboring. Or perhaps it was brought on by the afternoon’s stint in the gallery. It wasn’t a choice. I needed this. Needed Nick.
I pressed against him, the thin layers of spandex not doing anything to mute the heat or the press of his hard-on into my belly. He was all-consuming, totally dominant, taking what he wanted. Luckily, it was exactly what I wanted to give.
With a groan, he pulled me behind some bushes along the trail and took us both to the ground, with me on top of him.
“You are the sexiest woman alive,” he said between hot kisses. I was already working my hand into the elastic waistband of his riding shorts, anxious to get a handful of Nick.
He pushed my sports bra up and immediately my hard nipple was in his mouth. I was weeping-wet and ready for him already. I needed him badly. Had since I’d looked up and seen him watching me with Collin. Apparently that sight had only made him hotter for me, too, like a pot that had been on simmer had suddenly gotten the heat turned up and was now boiling over.
I finally worked my hand into his shorts and closed my palm around his hot, hard length. I’d seen and admired from afar, and of course that one drunken night when we were young and stupid, but this was different. We were both sober and fully aware of what we were doing. It wasn’t just sex I needed, it was sex with Nick.
About the Author, Bethany Michaels:
Bethany Michaels grew up in a small Indiana farm town, which gave her lots of time to indulge her love for reading and writing. She currently lives outside Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and children.
Bethany is the author of over a dozen short stories, novellas and novels. She writes hot sexy love stories for several publishers including Red Sage, Whispers and Siren and is working on some independent titles as well. She earned a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Nomination for her novel, Nashville Heat and is a member of Romance Writers of America, Music City Romance Writers and Indiana Romance Writers of America.
When not at work on her next book or catching up the laundry or dishes, Bethany enjoys watching movies, hiking, reading, travelling and volunteering with her kids’ scout troops. She is trying to enjoy snacking on vegetables and using the treadmill rather than snacking on potato chips and using the television, but isn’t quite there yet.
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