Page 37 of Quarter Miles (Runaway 3)

The threat of reality caught the edge of my consciousness, tapping on my shoulder to remind me that this was my best friend I was fucking. Had I ruined us? Had this just destroyed the one friendship I held above all others?

I shoved those thoughts away. For today. For tomorrow. Forever. Later, I’d think about how everything between us would change.

Bending down, I sucked at the column of her throat. Her fingers threaded into the longer strands of my hair at the nape, tugging them with just enough pressure that I grinned and nipped at the underside of her jaw.

“Harder,” she moaned.

I let loose, pistoning my hips faster and faster. Slamming us together until the sound of skin slapping against skin was probably audible in the hallway. My kisses on her bare skin became frantic. I pinched one of her nipples, then enveloped the hard bud in my mouth.

Kat arched, her grip on my hair as tight as ever.

We fucked, hard and so, so good, and when her second orgasm broke, I didn’t try to hold back. Pleasure shot down my spine and I tightened, letting my release take over. Wave after wave, I groaned through every pulse of her inner walls squeezing and draining me dry, until I was wrecked.

My heart hammered inside my chest as I eased out of her body to collapse by her side. My legs were shaking and my arms boneless.

Kat sprawled on the bed, her breathing as ragged as my own. We were sweaty and sticky, just like I’d wanted.

And for one last, brief moment, I didn’t think about what was to come. The unavoidable conversation. I took her hand in mine and held it like she was my lover.

That short moment was all I got.

Kat shot off the bed, blinking and shoving her hair out of her face. “I, um . . .”

Instead of finishing her sentence, she spun around and raced for the bathroom. The spray of the shower’s water sounded after the door’s lock clicked.

I brought my hands to my face, rubbing away the sex fog. Then I pushed up to a seat, peeling off the condom.

Fuck. What did this mean? Never in my life had I connected with a woman like that. It was . . . my mind was too hazy to come up with the right word. Phenomenal wasn’t strong enough.

I stood on shaking legs and took the condom to the trash can, then sat on the end of the bed, hanging my head forward.

I wouldn’t regret it. Even if Kat said it was a mistake and she wanted to just be friends again, fine. But I wouldn’t regret it.

Maybe we could . . . I wasn’t sure what I wanted.

To date? That sounded cheap for someone like Kat. All I knew was that I’d never be able to look at her the same way again. I’d always see her naked and wild beneath me. For a short time, she’d given me that trust.

Before bolting from the bed like she couldn’t wait to rinse me from her skin.

The sound of my phone ringing jolted me from my stupor and I bent, plucking it from my jeans.

Grandma.

“What’s up?” I answered, trapping the phone between my ear and my shoulder so I could pull on my boxers.

“Well, hello to you too, grandson. Yes, I’m doing well. Thanks for asking.”

“Great. You’re welcome.”

She laughed. “Smartass.”

“Learned from the best.”

“I was just calling to check in. See how you are doing.”

“We’re fine.” Fan-fucking-tastic. But it wasn’t like I could tell Grandma that I was totally messed up over my best friend, who was currently in the shower.

“Good. With that out of the way, I have something to tell you.”