Chapter 70

Nathan

Olivia’s kiss was burned into my lips like a permanent brand from a hot iron, and the taste of cherry pie on her tongue lingered in my mouth like a ghost.

It felt as though her lips lived there now, inside my mouth, replacing my tongue and all of my senses. All I could taste was her, and I didn’t want to taste anything else.

But at the same time, I knew that this was a bad idea. The feeling of the blood rushing through my body, urging me to do more than just kiss her as we stood in the kitchen, overwhelmed me and I had to get away.

I knew that if I stayed with her any longer, I would be laying her out across the kitchen counter in the same fashion that she laid out the pie crust. It would be the demise of the friendship that we had only just rekindled, and it would break all of the rules that we had set in place.

The last thing I saw before I painfully retreated was the sorrowful, hurt expression on Olivia’s face. Oh, how I wanted to stay and wipe that pain off of her pretty face; but I couldn’t. It wasn’t right.

As the night progressed, however, I found myself unable to shake off the taste of Olivia's lips. Her kiss had ignited a fire within me, one that I desperately tried to suppress.

I paced around my room, cursing myself for allowing things to escalate, even if it was just a brief moment of vulnerability. She was my best friend, and I had no right to entertain such thoughts.

But the memories of her, dressed so alluringly during the hunt and the luncheon, kept replaying in my mind. The feeling of her thick, muscular thighs wrapped around me as I gave her a piggyback through the woods still lingered around my waist.

My thoughts wandered into forbidden territory, and I began to imagine what it would be like to explore our connection further. I couldn't help but fantasize about her, and a wave of guilt washed over me.

I couldn’t contain it anymore, though. It had been a long time coming, and I needed a release.

As the moon rose into the sky, the wolven part of me came out to play and I couldn’t resist the urge. A low, frustrated growl rumbled in the back of my throat as I hurriedly unhooked my belt and laid down on my bed.

I tried to use my magazines at first, but it was no use. On every picture of some nude woman in a lewd pose, I only saw Olivia.

I only saw her long hair, her full, round lips parted in front of me, her hips swaying as she walked, her thighs straining against her pants, her perky breasts bursting out of her dress on the day of the hunt…

Guilt overwhelmed me, but it was soon replaced by the feeling of taboo pleasure, which was even better than anything that I had ever felt.

Just this once, I thought to myself as I threw my magazines down on the bed and resolved to shut my eyes. I pictured Olivia straddling me, doing the work for me. I imagined that she was in here with me, sharing in my pleasure, and that I wasn’t alone in reality.

In my mind, her eyes flashed with arousal, and her lips were crossed with a mischievous smile. I pictured her slowly lifting her shirt over her head, exposing her round breasts, her nipples, hard in the chilly evening air…

Just this once, I thought to myself again. She’ll never know…

I pictured her leaning over me, her long hair falling into my face as her slender fingers traced my body.

I was close to finishing, and then…

Suddenly, I was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps outside my door.

My eyes shot open. Panic set in, and I hastily covered myself, wondering if Olivia had heard my moans, or perhaps she even saw me. My face flushed with embarrassment as I waited for her to pass, and my heart pounded even harder as I realized that my door was open a crack.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself, pushing my head back down into my pillow and staring up at the ceiling. “She must have seen me.”

I had to talk to her, tell her that whatever she saw wasn’t what she thought it was. Sighing, I scrambled to my feet and tucked my waning erection back into my pants.

When I finally poked my head out of my room, I saw Olivia's door shut quickly down the hallway.

My heart ached, not only at the thought that I might have pushed her away with my indecision and awkwardness, but also that she may have seen me during my private moment. I couldn’t decide, though, if I was upset at that notion or even more aroused by it.

Something in the back of my mind wanted me to go after her, to explain that I didn't want her to run away, that I wanted more.

But I couldn't bring myself to knock on her door; I feared the repercussions of crossing that line. I had to quell that urge inside of me to ruin our friendship for the sake of lust, and I would have to be satisfied with only my imagination.

I retreated to my bed, wrestling with my emotions.

The struggle between my desires and my respect for our friendship left me feeling torn and restless. As I laid there, exhaustion finally took over, and I drifted into a fitful sleep.

In the depths of the night, I found myself consumed by vivid dreams of Olivia.

The boundaries I had tried to uphold in my waking hours were nonexistent in the realm of dreams. I saw her standing before me, her lips beckoning, her eyes filled with desire.

In my dream, I gave in to temptation, and we shared a passion that I had never known before. Even though it was just a dream, it felt even better than anyone that I had ever been with before, better than even Layla.

“Oh, Nathan,” Olivia said in my dream, her slender back arching as we moved together. Her voice was like a thousand windchimes, sweet and soft and overwhelming all at once. I finished inside of her in my dream, and in my dream the baby in her belly was mine.

I awoke in the morning to the feeling of the warm sun streaming in through my windows. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I was relieved to have made it through the night without impulsively acting on my lust for my best friend.

However, as I sat up and felt the dampness in my boxers, I felt that relief turn into mortification.

Slowly, I peeled the damp sheets away from my body and cringed at the sight below me.

My body had betrayed me, succumbing to the desires that I had fought so hard to suppress. I quickly realized that I had made a mess in my sheets, and my face burned with embarrassment.

How could I ever look her in the eyes again, knowing that I had ruined the sanctity of my bed thanks to unsavory dreams about her?

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