Page 6 of Knotting Autumn

Before I realized what was happening, Sawyer pulled me to the sofa and settled me against his side, his arm wrapped tight around my smaller frame.

I leaned into his touch, trying to get as close to him as possible. His other hand brushed wisps of hair off my face, his fingers trailing down my cheek.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured.

As if some magnet drew us together, I found myself pressing into him, grabbing at his shirt, until I was leveraging a leg over his hips to straddle him.

My face pressed against his neck, his cozy hazelnut scent doing nothing to calm me. If anything, it heightened my arousal. Without realizing it, I was slowly grinding down on his lap.

His muscles tensed again, and I muttered an apology, pulling back. His arms tightened around me, keeping me pressed against his body.

“What’s going on?” he asked again, his tone suddenly harsh.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just going to go to my room.”

Sawyer didn’t release me. “Autumn?”

“I’m so fucking turned on, I can’t think straight,” I blurted out.

We’d always been brutally honest with each other, but I’d never told him I was horny before. Blood rushed into my cheeks, the flush climbing from my neck all the way to my scalp and out to my ears until my entire face prickled with embarrassment.

I couldn’t believe I’d said that. But I was so beyond horny, my thoughts were mush. If I didn’t get off of his lap soon, I’d leave a wet spot on his jeans. But Sawyer held me tight to his muscled chest, not letting me move an inch.

I needed to move. Shove him away. Say something!

Maybe if he wasn’t so damn hot, this would be easier. Having a sexy best friend was finally biting me in the ass. Not literally, thankfully. Or at least, not yet.

The image of my ass in the air and Sawyer biting my flesh had me letting out a soft moan. Sawyer’s fingers dug into my skin at the sound, his chest moving quicker as his breathing accelerated.

“If you need it, you can use me,” he rasped, sounding like he’d just run a marathon with a sore throat.

My lips parted, and no sound came out. No way my best friend and roommate just offered to let me dry hump him to completion. I needed to get the fuck off his lap and lock myselfin my room with my hot pink monster dildo. But the silicone had no appeal when Sawyer’s heart raced until my palm and his body heat soaked into me, sending another wave of need through my stomach and straight to my core.

Things had always been platonic between us—for the most part—but that little hidden part of me that believed we were more than friends reared up, screaming in my head that it wasfinally happening! Sawyer was going to admit his feelings and we would live happily ever after!

No!

He was not confessing that he romantically loved me. He was helping out his very hornyfriend. Which was a terrible idea, but he was clearly turned on too, and neither of us was thinking clearly.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I managed to say.

“Then we can pretend it never happened afterward. But I can tell how badly you need it. Let me help. I want to.”

My logical brain knew this was the worst idea—monumentally stupid, and likely risked our relationship. Not to mention my heart! Finally having some small taste of him, knowing he saw me as nothing but a friend, would kill me.

But lust was pumping through me, feeling like fifteen shots of tequila hitting my system all at once. My thoughts swam through thick molasses. No matter how bad of an idea this was, my body was screaming for it.

Unconsciously, I moved against him, rolling my hips in a slow, deep movement that ground down against his thigh.

“Fuck, Autumn,” he murmured. “I don’t think you have any idea how badly I want you right now.”

That was enough to shatter my remaining resolve. We’d pick up the pieces later. Right now, I was about to burst into flames, and Sawyer wasn’t done.

“Do you know how good you smell, or how much I want to hear you making all those noises I sometimes hear through our thin walls when you’re getting yourself off?”

His words should have shocked me, and maybe I’d be horrified later, but right then, they only fueled my frenzy.

“I can’t believe you heard me,” I whimpered.