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Chapter 17


I awoke with the pleasurable ache between my legs that usually followed a good fucking. Which was strange, because Paddy didn’t really fuck me. I fucked him briefly, but he made love to me. I never understood the difference until the night I slept with my best friend.

Paddy was a virgin. That certainly played a part in the calm, gentle intercourse. He was a bit awkward and unsure in his thrusts, like he was afraid of hurting me. He had a lot to learn about vaginas. They could usually handle a pretty forceful pounding. I knew mine could.

Paddy may have been unskilled at the penis in vagina stuff, but he was no oral sex virgin. He ate my pussy like a pro. Where did he learn to do that?

The difference between sex with Paddy, and all the other guys I’d been with, had more to do with our relationship than his inexperience. Most of the guys I’d slept with were one-night stands, until I got together with Osk. And even though I was sleeping with Osk for almost a year, I never experienced the emotional connection that I did with Paddy.

Sex with Osk was animalistic, hardcore fucking. There was no tenderness with Osk. He didn’t make eye contact with me when he was climaxing. No guy had ever done that before. They all closed their eyes.

When Paddy was inside me, I felt connected to him. Not just physically. Emotionally and spiritually.

Was that what they meant by intimacy?

What happens now?

And holy fuck sticks!

Pun definitely intended.

Paddy was well-hung!

My best friend came with some serious weaponry.

I wouldn’t be able to sit down if he fucked me like Osk did. Like, really fucked me hard. Paddy easily had a couple inches on Osk. And way more girth.

My pussy purred with interest. She wanted to unleash the beast between Paddy’s legs.

I glanced over at the man sleeping next to me. Paddy always slept on his stomach. I found that really strange. How was that comfortable? I couldn’t sleep that way. My tits were way too big.

Why am I awake at this ungodly hour anyway?

Because you want another ride on the Paddy Express.

I leaned in close to his ear, my tongue grazing over his lobe while I ran my hand down his bare back to his ass. He didn’t make a sound.

Was he faking? Paddy was normally a light sleeper.

“I’m so wet right now,” I whispered huskily, licking the inside of his ear. “I need your cock inside me.”

He didn’t wake up!

Didn’t stir!


I nibbled on his earlobe while I ran my finger up and down his butt crack. “My pussy is aching for another round with your one-eyed beast,” I murmured.

Still no response!

He had to be faking.

“I want you to bend me over and fuck me so hard that I can’t sit down for the rest of the week.”


“I want you so deep inside me, pounding me so hard that your balls leave bruises on my ass.”


Time to get serious.

I slipped under the blanket, rubbing my pussy on his leg when I straddled him. His body twitched when I pushed his butt cheeks apart.

“I knew you were awake,” I laughed.

I ran my tongue down his crack, stopping to circle his puckered hole before moving on to his taint. A long, low growl rumbled from the back of his throat when I licked the sensitive area between his balls and his ass, pressing my tongue gently against his smooth flesh.

He moved like lightning, pinning me down on my stomach before I even realized what was happening.

“What’s the matter, sexy lady?” he growled when I squirmed against his weight. He lifted my hips so I was on my knees with my ass in the air.

“I knew you weren’t sleeping!”

“Bruises on your ass, eh?”

“It was just dirty talk to get you going.”

He gathered my hair in his fist, tilting my head back. “Do you want me to fuck you, Alexis?” he whispered.

“Yes, please,” I moaned.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I already did.”

“Tell me again.”

“I want you to fuck me, Paddy.”

“Hard or gentle?”


“Fast or slow?”


I buried my face in the pillow, my pussy vibrating in anticipation. Paddy’s cock was huge. My friends like to brag about cervical orgasms, but I’d never had one. Apparently, it required a partner with some serious length, in a position that allowed for deep penetration.

Osk would’ve been inside me by that point. He wasn’t one for taking his time.

Stop thinking about Osk. It’s disrespectful to the man you’re with right now.

I trembled when I felt his lips on my inner thigh, dropping slow methodical kisses that triggered a vag tsunami. And I hadn’t even orgasmed yet. I was that aroused. Just from kisses on my leg.

Paddy was in no hurry, teasing me with his tongue as he licked and sucked his way closer to my pussy. I was gonna implode if he didn’t drill me soon.

“Please,” I begged when he bypassed my pussy, dropping open-mouthed kisses across my ass.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured, his tongue teasing my crack with light strokes.

“I need you to fuck me, Paddy,” I moaned.

“Patience, baby.”

“I don’t have any!” I cried. “You should know that by now!”

He parted my inner lips with his thumbs, his hot breath pushing me to the brink of insanity. I tried to thrust back against his mouth, but he had a firm hold on my hips with his body. Paddy was surprisingly strong.

My pussy was dripping. I could feel my juices trickling down my thighs. He ran his tongue through my swollen flesh, avoiding my clit while he lapped up some of the liquid pouring from my body.

He pushed two fingers inside me, my hungry vag clamping down when his tongue grazed over my throbbing clit. My body jerked, my orgasm thundering down on me with a powerful punch.

I was still in the throes of my climax when I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. His hands were on my hips, holding me securely in place before he pushed inside me. I grabbed onto the mattress pad, my fingers digging into the plastic when he bottomed out.

He was so deep. The sensation bordered on painful as he stretched out an area of my vag that hadn’t seen much action. I didn’t think he could go any further. His balls were slapping against my ass.

But I was wrong.

He switched his angle, driving hard and deep, my screams muffled by the pillow when he hit my cervix. A hot wave of pleasure burned a trail from my belly button straight through my vagina. Every nerve ending in my body crackled and sizzled like bacon on the frying pan.

I tried to get some traction, but my muscles had already tapped out. All I could do was lie there while my best friend slammed his giant rod into me, his fingers digging into my sweaty flesh while he chased his own climax.

I buried my face in the pillow again when I felt his cock swelling, my poor ravaged vag surrendering as I let out a muffled squeal. He stilled, his pulsating head pressed right against my cervix when he unloaded.

“I have to pee,” I whined, peering out the tiny window in the treehouse door.

“Just use the pot,” Paddy sighed.

“No! Gross!”

“I won’t look.”

“That’s not the issue,” I said. “You’ve seen everything I have to offer. I’m not shy about peeing in front of someone I’ve slept with.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I don’t know. Why can’t we just go back to the lodge?”

“They said it’s still too foggy, Alexis.”

“I’m hungry!” I cried.

“Eat an energy bar.”

“I don’t like the taste. And I really need to pee.”

“They said we had to stay in our treehouse. You can’t go wandering around a place where bears live.”

“They said the bears are used to humans.”

“Do you want to find out the hard way if that’s true?”

“No,” I sighed, eyeing the pot in the corner that Paddy had already used twice. If I didn’t go soon, my bladder was gonna explode. “How much longer do we have to stay here?”

“No idea, Alexis.”

“Fine,” I huffed. “I’ll use the stupid pot.”

“Seems like a wise decision,” he muttered, rolling over so he was facing the wall. “I have no idea how you held it this long.”

“You aren’t gonna watch?”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“I watched you earlier.”

“Do you have some kind of peeing fetish?” he asked.

“No. I just don’t see the big deal about peeing in front of someone who ate me out.”

“I don’t like that term,” he grumbled.

I lifted the lid on the pot, surprised there was no odour. The poo powder worked well. I relieved myself, sprinkling more powder before I slammed the lid back down.

“Where did you learn to perform cunnilingus like that, Paddy?”

“I’m twenty-five, Alexis. Do you think I’ve been sitting home every night, jerking myself off while I waited for you?”

“You were waiting for me?”

He pushed up from our makeshift bed on the floor, his eyes flashing with hurt. “Yes!” he barked. “You’re the only woman I want. The only woman I’ve ever wanted. How could you not see that?”

I licked my lips, swallowing past the gigantic lump forming in my throat. Paddy was in love with me. I’d come to realize that over the past few days, but I wasn’t ready to have this conversation. Sleeping with Paddy was a mistake. One that could’ve cost me my best friend.

“I’m not very smart,” I suggested quietly. “I guess I’m even stupider than I thought.”

“You’re not stupid, Alexis.”

“I don’t have a university degree like you, Paddy. I flunked out of college.”

“Stop trying to change the subject, Alexis.”

Damn it. Paddy knew me too well.

“The other subject makes me uncomfortable.”

“You’re uncomfortable talking about you and me?”

I stared at the floor, nodding my head while I twisted a strand of my messy hair around my finger.

“Can you look at me, please?” he requested in a hoarse voice.


He crossed the small room and stood in front of me. My heart banged against my ribs like the guy in the shark cage on my favourite slot machine at The Starlight Casino.

I can’t do this.

If he professes his love to me, I might run.

I’ll end up getting eaten by a bear.

This is too much.

He lifted my chin with his thumb, forcing me to look at him. “What are you afraid of, Alexis?”

I waved my finger back and forth between our chests. “This.”


“Because I don’t want to lose my best friend.”

“That’s never going to happen.”

“We want different things.”

“I’m pretty sure we want the same thing right now,” he murmured before his mouth crashed down on mine.

Our tongues clashed while we ripped each other’s clothes off in a frenzy of desperation before tumbling to the floor. I spread my legs wide, reaching for his throbbing cock.

He drove inside me, filling me with one hard thrust. Our synchronized grunts of pleasure filled the treehouse while we went at it like two horny animals in the wild.

“Harder,” I panted, lifting my feet onto his shoulders.

He pounded in and out of me, our flesh slapping together until we were both gasping for breath. My legs slid down around his waist when he lowered his body so he was on top of me, his mouth covering mine with a long slow kiss. He reached between my legs, rubbing my clit with firm strokes of his thumb, our eyes locking as he brought me to orgasm.

I caressed his back, our hips moving together at a relaxed pace until he found his release. He collapsed on top of me, our bodies still joined while he buried his face in my chest.

I ran my fingers through his damp curls, my mind going in circles as I tried to process the events of the past twelve hours.

I slept with Paddy.

Our friendship will never be the same again.

He’s in love with me.

He didn’t say the words, but he didn’t have to.

Am I in love with him?

Where do we go from here?

What if we get together, and it doesn’t work out?

Could we go back to being best friends?

I can’t imagine my life without Paddy in it.

But I can’t be the woman he wants.

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