Best Friends Until the End
“FUCK!” I ROAR AND HIT the accelerator.
Reagan shrieks and twists around to look behind us. “That person just hit us!”
“I know,” I grumble as I switch lanes. The headlights behind me keep up with my every movement.
“Why aren’t you stopping? Why are they chasing us?” she asks, terror in her voice.
“It wasn’t an accident.”
“W-What?”
Ignoring her question, I swerve between two cars and then haul ass when I get an opening. The car gets caught up between those vehicles but eventually makes it over. It gives me a little bit of a head start. I’m going nearly eighty miles per hour but I can’t afford to slow down.
Louie.
That motherfucker and his men are thorns in my side. I thought I’d done a good job of hiding from them. Apparently, they stop at nothing.
“Lincoln,” Reagan says in a firm tone. “What is happening right now? What aren’t you telling me?”
I hit my hand on the steering wheel and curse. “Just let me think. Please.”
She sits quietly, and fuck if I don’t hear her sniffling. Guilt consumes me, but I can’t comfort her right now. I need to save her. If that car catches up to us, we’re screwed.
“Rey—”
I’m caught off guard when the car speeds up and pulls up in the lane beside me. The car is most definitely one of Louie’s. This is confirmed when the window rolls down and someone sticks their arm out. A gun points straight for us.
“Oh my God!” Reagan screeches.
I slam on my brakes and pull the steering wheel hard to the right. There just so happens to be an exit, and I take it. The other car misses the exit so it buys me some time. Weaving in and out of neighborhoods and backstreets, I finally make it to Reagan’s bungalow not fifteen minutes later.
“Linc,” she murmurs, her voice shaky. “Talk to me.”
I grit my teeth. “Not here. In the house.”
Climbing out of my car, I stalk over to her side to help her out. She’s still drunk as shit, so I end up scooping her up in my arms so we can get into the house faster. Once we’re inside, I set her down and make sure the doors are locked.
“You promised you’d talk,” she reminds me. “That was really scary. You’re keeping something from me.”
I palm the back of my neck and stare down at my shoes. Fuck, I can’t tell her. Not in a million years. The less she knows, the better. If Louie ever got ahold of her…
Jerking my head up, I pin her with a firm stare. “I can’t.”
She gasps as if I’ve slapped her and her bottom lip wobbles. “What?”
“I fucking can’t, Rey,” I growl.
Tears quickly form in her eyes making me feel like a total asshole. “Tell me,” she tries again, stepping closer to me. Her palms find my chest and she slides them around the back of my neck. “Please.”
I close my eyes when she kisses my lips. I know what she’s doing. And normally, when it comes to anything else she wanted to get out of me information wise, I’d fall into her trap and blab my fucking head off.
Not this.
“I can’t.”
“You can,” she murmurs.
“Jesus, Rey,” I snap. “I said no, okay?”
Her eyes find mine and a tear slips out. “Wow.”
“Babe—” I start, but she pushes away from me.
“No,” she hisses and points her finger at me. “I thought you were my best friend. I thought we told each other everything.”
I scrub at my face with my palm. “Rey, it’s not that simple.”
“It is that simple. You tell me. I can handle whatever it is. I’m here for the long haul but I can’t deal with this.” She waves at the window. “I’ve been through too much to have the person I care about most lying to me.”
“Reagan,” I bark, my tone making her wince. I soften my voice. “I just can’t.”
She blinks at me as her tears roll down. Without another word, she turns on her heel and stalks to her bedroom. Seconds later, the door slams shut. I pull out my phone and type out a text.
Me: Louie’s men nearly ran me and my girl off the road.
The phone pings back immediately with a response.
Detective Dickhead: Good.
I clench my jaw and shake my head. I can’t deal with this motherfucker tonight. After turning off the lights, I try Reagan’s door but it’s locked. I can hear her crying beyond the door. Leaning my forehead against the doorframe, I close my eyes and wish I could just spill everything to her.
I simply can’t.
One day, maybe.
But not today.
With a sigh, I go into the guest room and take a quick shower. Looks like I’ll be sleeping alone tonight.
I toss and turn until her crying stops.
Fuck this.
Throwing back the covers on the guest bed, I stalk through the dark house on a mission. In a hallway closet, I find what I need. With a long flathead screwdriver in hand, I make my way back to her door. I used to break into Mom and Roger’s room all the time when I needed extra cash. Reagan’s door is similar to theirs. I wedge the flat part into the crack of the door near the knob. Then, I jimmy it inside until it presses against the latch. It takes a few tries of simultaneously working the latch and leaning my shoulder on the door, but I finally pop it open. When I step inside her room, her soft breathing tells me she’s still asleep.
I set the screwdriver on the dresser and make my way over to my side of the bed. Yeah, it’s my side. Everything about her and her world is mine. We don’t exist without the other. It’s Rey and Linc. Always. Thick as thieves. This shitty fight we had is simply a blip.
She sleeps in nothing but a silky pair of panties. I’m wearing a pair of boxer briefs. So when I curl up behind her, our bodies meld together, and I can feel her every curve. A ragged sigh escapes her in her sleep. It’s a sigh I know well. The contented kind. She feels safe with me, and goddammit, I want to keep it that way. This bullshit with Louie needs to go the hell away.
With my nose nuzzled against her soft hair and my arm curled around her in a tight embrace, I am finally able to fall asleep.
I wake when the sun rises and I’m glad she’s still sleeping. After a quick piss and brushing my teeth, I abandon my boxers and crawl back into bed with her. Since she’s still out, it gives me a chance to stare at her. Her chocolate brown hair is messy on the pillow and her plump lips are parted. She’s lying on her back. The full, luscious tits I love so much are exposed and on full display.
“I love you,” I murmur, my voice barely audible. I know she can’t hear me, and it’s probably the wrong time to say the words but I needed to let them out. One day I want to tell her those words as she stares at me with her big brown eyes.
I kiss her softly on her lips and then along her jaw. When I kiss her throat, a low moan escapes her. My lips make their trek down her neck to her collar bone. The moment my mouth finds her breast, she lets out another moan.
“Linc,” she whispers.
I dart my eyes up to meet hers as I suck her nipple into my mouth. She bites on her lip as she watches me. One of her hands runs through my hair in that affectionate way I love so much. I continue kissing her tit as I let my palm slide down her flat stomach to her panties. Her breath hitches when I slip it underneath the silky fabric so I can touch her pussy. My tongue dances lazy circles on her nipple as I pleasure her clit.
“Take them off,” she orders, her words almost a whine. When she lifts her ass off the bed, I grab her panties and pull them down her thighs. Once they’re kicked away, she spreads herself open for me.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, my finger sliding deep inside of her wet channel.
“Mmmm.”
I fingerfuck her slowly because I want to draw out this moment with us. It’s just us. No tension between us.
“You’re perfect, baby,” I praise. I urge another finger inside her and use my thumb to massage her clit.
Her body jolts and jerks against my touch. When she comes with a shriek, I massage her as she rides out her orgasm.
“Linc,” she pleads. “I need you.”
I slip my soaked fingers from her and settle myself between her parted thighs. Her brown eyes are sad as she stares at me. Fuck if it doesn’t make me feel like shit. I hold my throbbing cock as I inch myself into her tight heat. Once I’m settled inside my woman, I grab her hands, thread our fingers together, and pin her hands to the bed. Slowly, with my eyes on hers, I thrust against her.
We fuck.
A lot.
This morning, though, is different.
Deeper and full of unnamed emotions.
Our bodies connecting in a way they never have before.
I can’t voice what I want to say to her but I hope my eyes convey that message. I hope she sees how sorry I am that I was a fucked-up loser in my past—that I only ever want to be good enough for her.
“Oh, Linc,” she whispers, tears making her brown eyes look like melted chocolate.
“Shhh,” I coo. “Let me love your body.”
I lean forward to kiss her, my naked flesh pressing against hers, but I don’t let go of her hands. My grip tightens. The message now is, I’ll never let you go. Our mouths are greedy for one another. She’s sobbing and it breaks my fucking heart. I kiss her with as much passion I can express. I kiss her and try to show her what love tastes like.
“Ohhh,” she cries out, another orgasm trembling through her, making her heels dig into my ass.
I groan and my nuts tighten. A second later, I’m releasing my own blissful climax. My hot seed spills into her, and one day, I hope I can go the whole nine yards with this woman. Marriage. Babies. Forever. She makes me so fucking happy.
Our mouths break apart so I can lick away her salty tears. It’s the least I can do. I put them there. Her arms are wrapped tight around my middle. I trail soft pecks along her cheekbone to her ear.
“I only ever want what’s best for you. Always. I want to protect you, Rey. Always. Even if that makes us fight, it’s worth it to me because it means keeping you safe.” I sigh when she tenses. “Please trust me that if I could tell you, I would.”
Her fingers thread into my hair. “Why don’t you trust me? I would do anything for you.”
My chest aches at her words. “I do, beautiful. Fuck, I do.” I kiss her neck. “It’s more complicated than that, though. My past…”
“Does not define you,” she finishes. “You’re amazing, Linc. You’re amazing and mine. I want to share the bad parts with you right along with the good parts. How can you not see that?”
I lift up and stroke her messy hair from her face. “My past is embarrassing. I did a lot of shit I’m not proud of. Everything from stealing from my own mother to trying to set my principal’s car on fire. One stupid ass mistake after another. If I didn’t have Andie, I’d have probably done even stupider shit. My sister talked me out of doing some bad stuff. Problem is, she wasn’t always around. Andie had a life and a future. I was just her fuck up brother.”
Reagan shakes her head. “You’re not a fuck up.”
I drop a kiss to her mouth. “I was. I’m trying not to be anymore. When I met you, everything changed for me. I knew you deserved better so I was okay with just being friends at first. But then I realized how perfect you were and how much of a better person I wanted to be. I was captivated by you. Wanted to spend every waking minute with you.” I rest my forehead against hers. My cock has softened but I’m still nestled inside her. I can feel our juices trickling out between us. “I didn’t understand what to make of our friendship. It always felt like more. Now I know it is more. You’re my life, Rey.”
She palms my cheek. “You’re my life too, Linc. Everything about my life has become happier since I saw you that first day, getting your ass kicked by my brother.”
I chuckle. “Get your story straight…I was the one kicking ass.”
“Not how I remember it,” she teases.
We’re both quiet and my thoughts drift back to the day we met.
“ROMAN!”
I jerk my gaze away from this asshole who claims to be my sister’s baby daddy, even though I’ve not heard a goddamned thing about it, and lock eyes with the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. She stares at this prick—Roman—as if she’s horrified at his behavior. He releases me and I blatantly stare at the woman. Her brown hair is smooth and silky. I can’t help but wonder what it feels like.
With confidence, she walks into the office with her hands on her hips. “What the hell is going on in here?”
I can’t help but smile at her. I want to taste her, too, but smiling will do for now. “Just having a talk with Andrea’s psychotic ‘boyfriend.’” I take a step closer to her. “But I’d much rather talk to you.”
Her brown eyes that seem to sparkle with interest linger at my mouth before she looks over at that growling beastly motherfucker. When her eyes flit back to mine, questions dance in her gaze. “You know Andie?”
I nod and fixate on her plump pink lips. “I do. And I love her.” With a shit-eating grin, I flash Roman a triumphant look.
He charges like a goddamned bull.
But this tiny little thing steps between us. To defend me. Nobody ever defends me.
“Move,” he barks at her.
She shakes her head as she squares off with him. My gaze drifts down her backside and I admire her round ass in her tight skirt. Fuck me.
“You move your ass right back over to your chair,” she orders and points to his desk.
Who is this girl, and I wonder if she’ll marry me? I’ve never seen anyone so fucking cute in my life.
Roman huffs and storms back over to his chair.
She turns to face me and stares up at me. Being this close to her, I can smell her. God, she smells delicious. I wonder if she tastes just as good. My guess, probably a thousand times better. I lick my lips just thinking about it.
“SIT DOWN, ROMAN!” she screeches at the fucker as he rises from his chair again before turning to regard me. “Everyone is going to calm down.” Her voice is soft. Her eyes are soft. Jesus Christ, her mouth looks so soft. “Now who are you?”
“Lincoln Carter,” I say with a lopsided grin that I know works on pretty much any chick I come across. I offer my hand in greeting. “You can call me Linc, angel.” My smile grows wider.
She chuckles and shakes my hand. Warm but firm. I bet it would be creepy and I’d probably get my ass killed by that brute over there if I never let go of her. “Reagan Holloway. Nice to meet you.” She leans in so close, her breasts brush against the front of my chest, making my dick wake right the fuck up. “And I’m immune to,” she says as she pulls her hand from my grip and waves between us, “whatever this is.”
“This is the beginning of something beautiful,” I assure her with a panty-melting grin. “Anyone ever tell you your hair is smooth? Like unnaturally smooth. Like fucking Disney-princess smooth?” Like the creeper I am, I reach up and finger a strand of her hair before tugging gently on it. “I like it.” Actually, I fucking love it. Baby steps, Linc.
After terrorizing this Roman jackoff a bit longer and seeing my sister, I let this little thing guide me back to her office. I’m thinking of all the ways I’d love to bend her over a desk and take her from behind. But when she takes me into an office that’s clearly hers and I get a glance at the business cards that show her as the CFO, my confidence waivers.
This woman isn’t a fuck-and-go type.
She’s the type you latch on to and never let go.
And I definitely don’t deserve that type of woman.
“Sit,” she says and leads me over to a sofa in her office after she shuts the door.
I heed her instruction and am pleased when she sits close enough that her knee brushes against the side of my thigh when she turns to look at me. I’m having to think some seriously sick shit to keep my dick from pointing up right at her.
“Andie’s brother, huh?” Her lips quirk up into a cute smile.
“Your brother and my sister, huh?”
She laughs. “They’re an unlikely pair but they work. You know you can’t taunt him like that. He’s a hothead.”
“And you’re hot,” I say with a smile. “Seems all this hotness runs in the family.”
Her head shakes but she bats her lashes at me in a shy way. “That is something you can’t do. He’ll kill you.”
I shrug. “Seems a good way to die.”
She playfully slaps my thigh. “You’re impossible, aren’t you? A big ol’ flirt.”
“Can you blame me?” I ask and wink at her. “I’ve got a real live Disney princess sitting next to me. Of course I’m going to flirt.”
“Okay, Prince Charming,” she teases. “Down boy.”
I reach over and tug on her hair again. So fucking soft. “I’m not Prince Charming. I’m more like the bad boy of this story.”
Her eyes twinkle but she doesn’t push my hand away. “I’ve never liked those dumb stories, anyway. Bad boys have more fun, huh?”
I flash her a wicked grin. “You have no idea.”
She swats my thigh again. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re going to be friends then, right? I need a little adventure.” She laughs and motions towards her office. “I mean, come on, I’m a numbers geek. You came at the right time, Mr. President.”
Snorting, I release her hair. “An adventure you say? With me, you’re in for a lot more than a little. I’m adventurous as fuck.”
Her eyes roll but she’s still beaming at me. “And arrogant too, hmmm?”
“A whole lot of other things as well,” I say, my voice lowering, insinuating something darker and sexier. “What do you say? You up for some fun?” I rise to my feet and offer her my hand.
“W-What? Like right now?” she asks, astonished.
“No time like the present.” I flash her an evil smile. “You ever snuck into a movie before?”
She gapes at me. If I’d known her for more than three seconds, I’d kiss that pretty mouth. “N-No. Never.”
“I think what you meant to say,” I tell her as I pull her to her feet but don’t let go of her hand, “is that you’ve never done it until now. Come on. It’s adventure time.”
When I blink away the memories of the past, I find my future staring up at me. My dick is hard again and ready to go. I start thrusting inside of her and steal her mouth with mine. That day in her office was the beginning of us.
It’s been a nonstop adventure ever since.
And I can’t wait to see what else is in store for Rey and Linc.
Thick as thieves.
Best friends until the end.
The love of my fucking life.