“Quit your hollering,” I whispered, closing the door behind me.
“Well, you wouldn’t let me in.”
“Of course, I didn’t. Because I needed . . .”
“Space. I needed space.”
Indy folded her arms and she raised an eyebrow at me. “We’re best friends, Cade, and best friends don’t lie. I know you had yourself a wet dream.”
“I did not!”
“I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed. It’s natural.” She shrugged. “Isn’t that what you told me when we went to the movies last summer and I got my period. Remember? It stained my skirt and I was so embarrassed. You told me it was only natural so I shouldn’t be embarrassed.”
Of course, Indy had a memory like an elephant. It was almost photographic.
“So?” I shrugged uncomfortably. “That’s different.”
“How is it different?” She put her hands on her hips, but seeing how awkward I was, her face softened and she took a step toward me. “We don’t keep any secrets from each other, remember?” She reached for my hand. “You never have to be embarrassed around me. Just honest.”
The softness of her skin on my hand made my body jerk. I pulled my hand free and exhaled deeply, wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
“It’s okay. I know it didn’t happen because . . . well, you know . . . because of me.” She lifted a shoulder and then let it drop. “It’s just somethin’ boys do.”
She was wrong. It did happen because of her. Because she was warm and soft, and pressed up against me in my sleep. Because the sweet smell of her lingered in my sheets and on my pillow, and in the air, and for a kid whose body was just waking up to all things female, it was just too much to take. Not that I would admit it to her because that would make things weird and I didn’t want her to stop staying over.
I sighed and smiled across at her, and she grinned back.
“Come on, it’s time I should be going home anyway,” she said, taking me by the hand again.
I pulled her back to me. “Don’t leave just yet. Let’s go watch the sunrise.”
She smiled, and in the early morning light I thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Something pulled me out of my sleep.
I sat up and let my eyes adjust to the darkness and saw Indy standing at the window, staring across at her house. Dressed in nothing but her tank and panties, she turned her head at the sound of her name and came toward the bed. In the moonlight I could make out the smooth contour of her body. Her skin looked smooth as stone and her hair tumbled around her shoulders as she made her way slowly toward me.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice hoarse with sleep.
But Indy didn’t answer, instead she climbed on the bed and slid her legs on either side of me.
The touch of her panties against my raging boner sent my desire into overload like I was a fucking thirteen-year-old boy. I was at her mercy.
She cut me off with her mouth. And then her tongue.
And then her hands as they slid across the bumps of my abs and up along my chest. I didn’t need any further invitation. I pulled her tank top up and held her by the hips, rocking her against me. Desire flared in my balls and shot up the length of my straining cock. And just when I didn’t think I could want her any more than I already did, Indy moaned, a long, drawn-out moan that rumbled through me and packed extra dynamite to my orgasm. She felt for my cock and pushed her panties aside. And then I was there, the tip of me sliding through slippery flesh that was wet and warm. Hell, I was going to come before I was even inside her.
None of this made sense, but God, it made all the sense in the world to my balls.
She moaned my name. And it was raspy and desperate. She wanted me to fuck her. To make her forget.
“Are you sure?” I panted.
Her dark eyes filled with heat and the look she gave me was pure bad girl. “I want you to fuck me . . .”
I sat up with a rush. Sunlight assaulted my eyes while my cock raged in my jeans. I was seconds away from coming, but seeing the bed was empty beside me, my soon-to-be wet dream dissipated like smoke. What the fuck!
I fell back on the bed.
Indy had snuck out.
Just as she had always done.
I woke up, my body so tight and turned on it would only take the seam of my jeans to rub against my clit once and I’d lose it. It only took me a moment before I realized why. I was in Cade’s arms and the heat of his body was wrapped around me like a cocoon. A big, warm, muscly cocoon.