Page 89 of Ruin The Friendship
She only nods, scooping more into her mouth.
It’s funny to see how instantly she relaxes. I know we still need to discuss things more with her mom because it clearly upset her, and I can’t have that, but for now, she needs the comfort. I adjust myself on the couch so I’m comfortable beside her. Lydia scoots in and rests her head on my chest. Right where she should be.
“Doyou want to talk about it more?” I ask Lydia a while later, when the popcorn is gone, and the movie is over.
We adjusted a bit during the movie, so I’m lying flat, and she’s tucked between me and the couch on her side, her head on my chest, knee hooked up over my legs, almost like I’m her own personal pregnancy pillow.
She nuzzles her head into my chest. “Probably. I’m more hurt than anything. She wanted to be involved in planning the baby shower, practically demanded it. But when the time came, she ditched the meeting to plan something totally outside of any realm I would ever want.”
I smooth my hand over her messy curls, twisting one around my finger mindlessly. “What exactly did she plan?”
“She made a reservation at a fancy hotel in downtown Minneapolis called Le Château Arnaud. Told me that since you’re so high profile, they’d love to host the shower.” Lydia frowns, her eyes growing glassy. “She used you.”
I wrap my arm around her, squeezing her gently. “I’m sorry.”
She shrugs. “I guess I should have known. She didn’teven congratulate me on our relationship when I dropped the B-word.”
“The B-word?” I question, a smirk toying on my lips. “Lydia Ward, did you call me yourboyfriendto your mom?”
She tucks her head into my chest, surely hiding red cheeks. “To be fair, she already kinda assumed it. At least, I think she did. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” I kiss the top of her head, reveling in the familiar scent of her, with a hint of buttered popcorn. “I think it’s fair to say that I’m your boyfriend, Lydia.”
“Yeah?” she asks, leaning up on her elbow.
“Yeah.” My heart pounds wildly at the simple word, one that alters everything.
She cups my cheek and rubs her thumb over my stubbled beard that definitely could use a cleanup. “I really like you, Fletcher. You stepping up and taking care of me means more than you will ever know. I can’t lie and say I’m not scared of this, of how big my feelings are, and the potential of losing you, of my baby losing you, but it feels right.”
“It does. You mean more to me than anyone in this world. I know this baby will be all the best parts of you, and I already love her more than I can even explain.” I rest my hand over my thumping heart. “You’ve been etched into my heart for a long time. Now, there’s a spot that’s been carved right next to you, and it’s for her.”
A single tear falls down her cheek. “Thank you.”
Leaning forward, she kisses me, and it’s not long before the kiss deepens, our mouths melding as our hands explore.
My hands trail down her body, caressing over her growing bump. I slide my fingers under her top, and she adjusts so she can pull it up and over her head. Her breastsfall free, brushing on my chest as she rests against me, her hips rocking against my hip.
My cock grows impossibly hard in my sweats, and I can already feel a drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Lydia kisses her way up my neck to my jaw, then to my mouth, where she captures my lips in a bruising kiss. I love these moments when she takes over.
One of her hands slides down my chest, and I yank my shirt over my head, while her small hand cups my hard length through the fabric of my pants.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“I need you,” she begs.
I work to get my pants and boxers off quickly. Lydia pulls her leggings off, and we’re both naked in a matter of moments. I pull her back to me so she’s resting on my chest, her leg hiked up over my hips. Her pussy is hot against my skin as I trail my fingers over her hip.
“You need me, beautiful?” My fingers knead into her skin.
She nods, her head dropping to my chest, while her fingers grip my pec. I move my hand lower, sliding two fingers deep inside her in a smooth thrust. Lydia gasps, her fingernails digging into my skin.
I pump into her, my fingers hooking to find her G-spot as she rocks into my movements, her gasps hot on my chest.
“Fletch—”
I find a spot deep inside her, and she grips me even tighter, and her mouth comes down on my pec, her teeth sinking into my flesh. Not enough to break skin, but enough to send a zing through my body, making my dick twitch against my thigh.
“Holy hell, did you just bite me?” I ask through aclenched jaw. I’m not upset. If anything, I’m more turned on than ever.
