Forbidden Touch: A Best Friends To Lovers Romance by Iona Rose (best classic literature .txt) 📕

Brooke was mine. And I was hers. “I can’t get enough of you,” I said. “I dreamed of this for so long.”

“You dreamed of fucking me?” she asked breathlessly.

“Constantly,” I managed to say. “I dreamed of the day when I would sink my cock into your pussy like this and slam it into you like this.” I gripped her hips and buried myself into her, thrust after hard thrust.

“Oh god yes,” Brooke whimpered.

“Brooke,” I called her name over and over again until I emptied myself into her. I turned her around and held her tight. We let the shower wash away the remnants of our lovemaking then I turned it off and wrapped her in a thick towel.

I grabbed another and hand in hand, we went to the bedroom.

Brooke didn’t say much as we dried ourselves and dressed.

I knew it would take some getting used to the shift from friends to lovers. “Let’s go grab something in the restaurant downstairs,” I said to her when we were dressed.

“Sounds good,” she said. “I’m starving.”

And just like that, the earlier camaraderie disappeared and our conversation became stilted. Like two strangers who had been forced to be together but didn’t know each other well enough to talk.

We ate quietly and afterwards, Brooke suggested a walk on the beach. It was a nice way to end the day.

“Tomorrow is the bachelor and bachelorette party,” Brooke said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“You don’t sound enthusiastic,” she noted.

I wasn’t. If I had my way, I would spend the rest of the vacation with Brooke. Alone. “I’d rather be here with you.”

“Don’t say such things,” she snapped.

“Why not?” I asked, puzzled. “It’s the truth.”

“You make it sound like there’s more than there is between us,” she said.

I stopped walking. “What do you think this is? A vacation fling?”

She nodded. “Yes. That’s how you roll. You love women and you can’t stay with one.”

Her words hurt even if I knew it was my own fault she believed that. “Maybe I hadn’t found the right one,” I said.

She poked me on the chest hard, with her finger. “Look, I’d rather we didn’t pretend this was more than it is. I knew what I was doing when we slept together. I knew exactly what it was. So, don’t feel the need to whisper sweet words to me. I love your body and you love mine.” She turned and hurried off. I stared at her dumbfounded.

Pain rumbled through me. Had I been a fool in thinking she felt something more for me other than lust?

I felt like such an idiot. I’d already planned the rest of our lives in my head. I watched her form disappear. Instead of following her, I returned to the condo, grabbed a beer and sat on the balcony.

Brooke returned half an hour later. She joined me on the balcony with a glass of wine. “Are we good?” she said.

“Yeah,” I said and smiled. I wasn’t one to give up easily. I hadn’t become the manager at work by giving up on what I wanted.

“What are the plans for tomorrow?” she said. “Any wild parties, not that I need anything wild after last night and today.”

I laughed feeling glad she could make fun of the wild sex between us. “The usual. The guys will be in Jack’s suite and will have some dancers I think,” I said. “And the girls will be in Amelia’s suite. Maybe there’ll be male strippers.”

“Sounds like fun,” Brooke said.

“By the time I’m done with you Missy, you won’t want to look at another cock for weeks,” I said.

She laughed. “I believe you. I’m halfway there.”

We exchanged an affectionate look, devoid of embarrassment or discomfort.

“I know you said everywhere, but I have to tell you, I’m not an exhibitionist and this balcony just won’t work for me,” she said, her tone seductive.

My cock started swelling. “Me neither. I like to keep my business private. And speaking of private, shall we go into your bedroom this time? That bed needs to be christened.”

Chapter Thirteen

Brooke

I looked at my reflection in the wardrobe mirror. I’d picked an asymmetrical sundress with a slit at the sides. I leaned forward and looked at my chest. I’d loved it when I bought it but now, I worried it showed too much of my cleavage.

We were in a tropical paradise and anything went. Besides, I’d noticed the other girls wore revealing clothes so I wouldn’t look out of place at the bachelorette party. I picked my purse up from the bed and left my bedroom.

Blaze waited in the living room and he stood up when he heard my footsteps.

He wore a sexy blue shirt with a few buttons undone and a pair of cream chinos. He looked so hot and carefree. He whistled. “You look hot!” he said. His gaze glued to my cleavage.

“I feel like I’m revealing too much,” I said.

“You are but no one is going to be complaining, especially me. I want to rip that dress off you, Hot Sauce.”

Heat enveloped me at his words. My panties grew damp and then wet.

“What is it?” he asked.

I realized I was frowning. “Oh, it’s just that I’ll have to change into another pair of panties. The ones I’m wearing are completely soaked,” I said, my words coming out as if I was short of breath.

“I can help you with that,” Blaze said.

“Yeah?” I asked as I whirled around and sashayed back to my room, with Blaze hot on my heels.

“We don’t want to ruin your dress,” he said. “Let’s remove it first and then change your panties.”

I giggled. “We don’t need to remove my dress for that.” It was fun teasing him.

“Of course we do,” he growled as he pulled it over my head and carefully arranged it on the bed. He pulled me into his arms and slid his hand under my neck.

His masculine scent hit me as he angled his mouth over mine and kissed me deeply. His other hand caressed my back, my butt and my