Page 3 of F Buddy

In our circle, he and I were always the odd ones out.

“So you just have a string of booty calls…?”

He laughed, and I was sure if I’d looked around he would have drawn some attention. But my eyes didn’t deviate from Zach’s.

I didn’t understand him because I just didn’t understand why he didn’t want a relationship. It wasn’t all I thought about, I had a life that revolved around more than finding a boyfriend, but it was a big, central part of my thoughts. Especially when I thought about the future and how I wasn’t exactly growing any younger, just waiting for the perfect love match to smack me in the face.

Zach would probably laugh at me, long and hard, uncaring of the audience, if he knew what I was thinking.

“I’m not sure I’d put it quite like that. I don’t usually see most women after we spend a night, or a few nights, together. I love the single life, and I don’t get attached. I can do whatever I want that way.”

I gave him a dark smile. “So you’re afraid of commitment?”

“Not really. I just don’t see the point of relationships. I love the sex, and I can get plenty of that without the drama, so I’m pretty happy.”

Then he had a thoughtful look on his face. Had I been just a little bit more sober, it would have put me on the alert. As it was, when he leaned closer, eyes going half-lidded, I didn’t move away.

“There is one good thing about having so many partners, though. I know how to fuck. What am I saying? I’m amazing at it!”

His lips, a dark red that had always held my attention, drew nearer and I felt as if I was holding my breath. Then I blinked, there was no way Zach was coming on to me, not after all of this time as friends!

“Very funny. I’m sure all the ladies just love your ego,” I said, and turned my face away. But he drew me back with a finger under my chin.

He grinned at me, a tempting sexy grin that I just couldn’t look away from.

“If you’re game, I can show you just how good I am and you can judge for yourself. You don’t want to be here, and I don’t mind leaving, so what do you say… shall I try to make you feel better?”

Any other time, I would have scoffed at the suggestion and rebuffed him, maybe smacked him and walked away. But then I’d be walking back into the thick of the wedding and the happy atmosphere. Zach was guarding me against it in a way, keeping my focus on him. I knew I’d probably just run out of the reception or go back for some more drinks, and either option would cause a scene.

Going to bed with Zach, though… No one would think anything of it if we paired off without saying goodbye to anyone; a lot of people had probably already done it. And besides, I didn’t exactly fancy going home and to my bed alone. Sex with Zach was a much better option.

With that in mind, I held his gaze, and said, “Yes, please.”

Chapter 2

Zach

The moment she said yes to me, my heart started beating faster and my body heated up, getting me more than ready. If we weren’t in a hall full of people we knew, I would have ravaged her mouth right there on the dance floor.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that for me?” I teased.

She thumped her hand against my shoulder, a slight pout on her lips, and the light blush on her cheeks growing darker.

“You heard me just fine,” she grumbled. Then she smiled almost coyly at me as she leaned in closer, and I felt desire curling low in my stomach. “If that wasn’t a serious offer, can I propose it instead?”

I arched an eyebrow, looking at her seriously. “Are you sure this isn’t something we’re going to regret in the morning?”

I was all for taking Scarlett to bed. I was so close to it, and a part of me cursed myself for questioning her, but the last thing I wanted was to regret it. It wouldn’t be because of something I’d end up doing—I’m good in bed, with a high approval rate from the women I’ve slept with. But this wasn’t just any woman—this was Scarlett, the girl I used to fantasize about, almost since the moment I met her. Only, at the time, she’d been dating someone else. They broke up not long after, but by then, we’d become close as friends, and I didn’t want to rock the boat. My thoughts hadn't changed though, so her coming to bed with me wasn’t something I took lightly.

“Trust me, Zach,” she murmured, “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want to spend the night with you.”

I could have disputed her words. She was acting all depressed and she was clearly looking for some way out of it. But the gaze she leveled on me was serious and sober. Then her hands were tightening on me, her body swaying closer in the next spin, pressing those soft full breasts I’ve fantasized about touching so many times against me in a way I could not ignore. It was hard to resist when I could feel her soft curves against me, and all I could think was how wonderful it would be to do this alone, naked.

“I gave you a chance to back down,” I muttered. “Remember that in the morning.”

She smirked, then glanced around the room, curious, before turning back to me.

“So, how do we sneak out of here without being seen?”