Ryan thought his life was all planned out with his perfect girl but when tragedy strikes it changes his life forever. When he finds his relationship changing with the person who has helped him through his darkest days will he be able to move on and allow himself to be happy again?
As the chemistry between them threatens to ignite them both it becomes clear that if they give into their desires that they could lose the closest people in their lives.
Is what has developed between them worth the risk?
I hear a moan behind me and turn around. I almost can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s Molly but, fucking hell, she looks like every man’s wet dream. She’s had her hair coloured back to her natural rich brown and cut so it rests just on top of her breasts. She is wearing a blouse that is unbuttoned enough so I get a cheeky peek of her cleavage and her legs and arse are shown off nicely in a pair of skin-tight dark jeans. And the shoes, fuck me, the shoes are so sexy. When I eventually meet her eyes her normal chocolate colour is almost black and the way she is looking at my half exposed body makes me think she wants to run her tongue over every line and muscle. I’m instantly hard.
“Molly,” My voice comes out as a groan as I make my way to stand in front of her. In her high heels the top of her head comes in line with my chin, not to the middle of my chest like normal. She is staring straight into my eyes and I can’t help but think that she wants this as much as I do. I watch as she slowly leans her head to the side and moves forward until her lips softly brush mine, I feel my dick twitch in response to her simple touch.
Then it’s as if our control snaps at the same time because all of sudden our mouths crash together and our tongues touch for the first time. Her hands thread through my hair as mine go to her arse to pull her body up against mine. I hear her moan as I run my hands up her sides and gently brush the underside of her breasts causing her to suck on my tongue. God, how I want her to do that to something else. My mouth leaves hers as I trail kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
“Ryan,” I hear her whisper. My hands go to unbutton her blouse as I suck on her earlobe, I’m dying to get a taste of her nipples.
“Ryan,” I hear her groan again as I slip her blouse off and my hands go to her back to release her bra. “Ryan,” she’s getting louder now and her chest his rising and falling in excitement.
“Oh, Molly.” I slide the straps over her shoulders preparing myself for what’s to come. I’m so turned on, I don’t want to cum in my pants like a teenager at just the sight of her perfect tits.
“Ryan.” My eyes travel from her eyes down to her exposed – “Ryan,” she shouts this time. I suddenly feel my head snap up and my eyes begrudgingly open.
Fuck, it was a dream.
I look towards my bedroom door and see Molly stood there smiling at me.
“Having a good dream were we?” she asks with a knowing smirk.
“Shit,” I say under my breath but from the raised eyebrow I get from her I guess she heard.
“Breakfast will be ready in fifteen, so get up,” she says as she turns to leave. Just before she disappears from my sight she looks back and says, “I’d have a cold shower if I was you!”
“Ugh,” I groan as I look at myself, I’m completely out from under the covers, my boxer briefs are barely containing my very obvious excitement and I’m covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I drag my body out of bed to follow Molly’s advice. I wonder as I brush my teeth, do I need to buy a lock for my bedroom door or is it time I got myself laid? That must be it, I wouldn’t be thinking about my best friend like that if I were getting some.