Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I toss a grin over my shoulder. “Most of them. I washed most of them.” He’s always hated doing dishes.
Eric grabs his crutches and walks over to me. “One of the reasons I love you, husband.” He kisses my cheek, then pumps his eyebrows like he does when he’s being silly. “TV night?”
“Works for me.”
“I’ll be back.” He heads to his room, and I wash dishes, stressed out that he’s going to come out half naked again and I’m going to be the worst best friend ever who is suddenly popping boners thinking about said best friend. This new development isn’t pleasant…at all.
I finish the dishes just as Eric comes out in…yep, the shorts with his underwear waistband showing. I guess that’s better than in just his underwear, but what the fuck. Is he trying to kill me?
Living with him feels harder than it used to. Was I always noticing him like this? It was a lot easier to ignore when we weren’t sharing such a close space.
I sit in my corner of the couch, but Eric immediately lies down with his head in my lap. He feels totally comfortable with me, and I’m suddenly perving on him. Awesome. This is why I’ve always been so cautious when it comes to the whole being around each other naked.
“What are we gonna watch?” Eric asks.
“What do you wanna watch?”
“What do you wanna watch?”
I roll my eyes. “How about that show where the people get stuck in that small town and creepy things come out at night to kill them? I’ve heard good things about it.”
“Bet.” Eric has always loved horror-type shows.
I go into the streaming service as Eric rolls to his side, nuzzling his face into my thigh. This is nothing new. He’s the cuddliest person I’ve ever known, and his favorite person to cuddle with happens to be me. I’ve always loved that about us, but now it’s making me nervous. I’ve done so well with not ever even allowing myself to consider Eric as anything more than a straight friend I’d never hook up with or fall for, but this marriage is already giving me random Eric-induced hard-ons.
The show starts, and there’s a slight glare from the overhead light, but I don’t want to get up and turn it off.
“You’re not petting me. You always pet me.” He turns slightly and looks up at me.
He’s right, and I like doing it, love the feel of Eric’s hair sliding through my fingers. It’s something I do for him that no one else does. “You’re the most spoiled person I’ve ever met,” I say, but then I do exactly as he wants—as we both want—scratching his scalp and playing with his hair.
He makes a soft moaning sound which is very new and not helping my current situation.
“Um…” Eric says a few minutes later.
My heart jumps. I’m scared I’m poking him in the head with my dick or something. He freezes, and my cock is safely away from him, so I whisper, “What?”
He rolls over slightly and says, “Look.”
My gaze travels down his body to see his shorts tented. I whip my head in the other direction. “What the fuck, Eric?”
“I’m hard.”
“No shit. Why did you tell me to look at it?”
“Because it’s weird and you’re my best friend.” He sits up, our show forgotten. “All you did was pet me like you always do.”
“Yes, I’m aware.” And this is super awkward since I’m keeping my head turned away from him. I’m not sure if I can look Eric’s direction without my gaze going to his dick.
“Why do you think it happened?”
As hard as I try, I can’t help but let out a soft chuckle at that. “I don’t know…you’re horny and were already on edge from the stuff with Ana today.”
“But that was different stuff. We were talking about things that shouldn’t be getting me hard right now.”
I sigh, then risk a glance at him. Eric is looking down at his lap like he expects his cock to tell him what’s going on. Seeing him…his bare chest, his trim, defined abs…happy trail…bulge…
Suddenly all the blood in my body decides it should have a meet-up between my legs. Fuuuuck. This is so messed up. I try to push down on my cock with the palm of my hand, but it doesn’t work. All it does is draw Eric’s attention.
“You’re getting boned up too?”
I cover my face with my hand. “Jesus Christ. Okay, so this is just a weird, one-off situation that doesn’t mean anything. I haven’t had sex since Malcolm, and—”
“You haven’t had sex since Malcolm?” he cuts me off. “It’s been almost a year.”
“Again, I’m aware.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just…wow…that’s a long time, D. Should we take care of them?”
My head whips in his direction again, and it’s a miracle my eyeballs don’t fall out of my head. “Together?”