That was Anna.
Something about those thoughts made a tightening sensation start in his gut and work its way up to his chest.
“Maybe what happened was just inevitable,” he said, looking at her again.
“I can’t really disprove that,” she said, shifting uncomfortably. “You know, since it happened. I really need to put my clothes on.”
“Do you have to?”
She frowned. “Yes. And you do, too. Because if we don’t...”
“We’ll have sex again.”
The words stood between them, stark and far too true for either of their liking.
“Probably not,” she said, sounding wholly unconvinced.
“Definitely yes.”
She sighed heavily. “Chase, you can have sex with anyone you want. I’m definitely hard up. If you keep walking around flashing that thing, I’m probably going to hop on for a ride, I’ll just be honest with you. But I understand if I’m not half as irresistible to you as you are to me.”
Anger roared through him, suddenly, swiftly. And just like earlier, when she’d thrown her walls up and tried to drive a wedge between them, he found himself moving toward her. Moving to break through. He growled, backing her up against the wall, almost sighing in relief when his hardening cock met up with her soft skin, when her small breasts pressed against his chest. He grabbed hold of her hands, drawing them together and lifting them up over her head. “Let’s get one thing straight, Anna,” he said. “You are irresistible to me. If you weren’t irresistible to me, I would still be at home. I never would have come here. I never would have kissed you. I never would have touched you. Don’t you dare put yourself down. If this is because of your brothers, because of your dad...”
She closed her eyes, looking away from him. “Don’t. It’s not that.”
“Then what is it? Why don’t you think you can have this?”
“There’s nothing to have. It’s just sex. You mean the world to me. And just because I’m...suddenly unable to handle my hormones, I’m not going to compromise our friendship.”
“It doesn’t have to compromise it,” he said, lowering his voice.
“What are you suggesting? We can’t have a relationship with each other. We don’t have those kinds of feelings for each other. A relationship is more than sex. It’s romance and all kinds of stuff that I’m not even sure I want.”
“I don’t want it, either,” he said. “But we’re going to see each other. Pretty much every day. Not just because of the stupid bet. Not just because of the charity event. I’d call all that off right now if I thought it was going to ruin our friendship. But the horse has left the stable, Anna, well and truly. It’s not going back in.” He rolled his hips forward, and she gasped. “See what I mean? And if you were resistible? Then sure, I would tell you that we could just be done. We could pretend it didn’t happen. But you’re not. So I can’t.”
She opened her eyes again, looking up at him. “Then what are we doing?”
“You’ve heard of friends with benefits. Why can’t we do that? I mean, I would never have set out to have that relationship. Because I don’t think it’s very smart. But...it’s a little bit late for smart.”
“Friends with benefits. As in...we stay friends by day and we screw each other senseless by night?”
Gah. That about sent him over the edge. “Yeah.”
“Until what? Until...”
“Until you get that other date. Until the charity thing. As long as we’re both single, why not? You’re working toward the relationship stuff. You said you didn’t want to be alone anymore. So, maybe this is good in the meantime. I know you’re both industrious and red-blooded, and can get those orgasms all by yourself.” He rolled his hips again and, much to his satisfaction, a small moan of pleasure escaped her lips. “But are they this good?”
“No,” she said, her tone hushed.
“This is possibly the worst idea in the history of the world. But hell, you wanted to get some more experience... I’m offering to give it to you.” The moment he said the words he wanted to bite his tongue off. The idea of giving Anna more experience just so she could go and do things with other men? That made him see red. Made him feel violent. Jealous. Things he never felt.
But what other option was there? He couldn’t keep her. Not like this. But he couldn’t let her go now.
He was messed up. This was messed up.
“I guess... I guess that makes sense. You know, until earlier today I’d never even given a guy a blow job.”
“You’re killing me,” he said, closing his eyes.
“Well, I don’t want you to die. You just offered me your penis for carnal usage. I want you alive.”
“So that’s it? My penis has now become the star of the show. Wow, how quickly our friendship has eroded.”
“Our friendship is still solid. I think it just goes to prove how solid your dick is.”
“With romantic praise like that, how are you still single?”
“I have no idea. I spout sonnets effortlessly.”
He leaned forward, kissing her, a strange, warm sensation washing over him. He was kissing Anna. And it didn’t feel quite as rushed and desperate as all the other times before it. A decision had been made. This wasn’t a hasty race against sanity. This wasn’t trying to get as much satisfaction as possible squeezed into a moment before reality kicked in. This was...well, in the new world order, it was sanctioned.
Instantly, he was rock hard again, ready to go, even though it’d been only a few minutes since his last orgasm. But there was one problem. “I don’t have a condom,” he said, cursing and pushing himself away from her. “I don’t suppose the woman who has been celibate for the past thirteen years has one?”
“No,” she said, sagging against the wall. “You only carry one on you?”
“Yeah. I’m not superhuman. I don’t usually expect to get it on more than once in a couple of hours.”
“But you were going to with me?”
He looked down at his very erect cock. “Does this answer your question?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then.” He let out a heavy sigh.
“You could stay and watch...Oklahoma! with me.”
He nodded slowly. He should stay and watch Oklahoma! with her. If he didn’t, it kind of made a mockery of the whole friends-with-benefits thing. Because, before the sex, he would have stayed with her to watch a movie, of course. To hang out, because she was one of his favorite people on earth to spend time with. Even if her taste in movies was deeply suspect.
Of course, he didn’t particularly want to stay now, because she presented the temptation that he could not give in to.
“Unless you have to work early tomorrow.”
“I really do,” he said.
“Thank God.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You want to get rid of me?”
“I don’t really want to hang out with you when I know I can’t have you.”
“I