by Elizabeth Reyes
Synopsis:
"No regrets. Just lessons learned.
Having lived through the torment of losing his first love to someone else—all because he never spoke up—Sydney Maricopa vowed never to repeat that mistake again.
So when he finally admits he’s fallen for his new best friend, he refuses to lose her too, especially once he realizes his feelings for her might be requited. There’s only one problem.
Her perfect boyfriend.
Still, Sydney’s determined to fight for the girl he loves this time. He has what it takes to go up against Mr. Perfect. Most importantly, he and his new best friend have something even her boyfriend can’t compete with—their profound connection. One he intends to use to win her over.
Until he finds out what she’d be giving up if she chooses Sydney.
Something no one should ever give up. Would he dream of selfishly asking her to? Or should he do the honorable thing and sacrifice his own happiness for hers? Allow the girl he loves to sail off into the sunset with another man as he stands back and watches in agony . . . again? "
Sydney
It took all of thirty seconds to figure out whose bed
Sydney was in and whose gorgeous ass cheek was peeking out from just under
satin sleep shorts. In the following seconds, the memory of what they’d done
last night, while choppy, began coming to him. Against his better judgment,
he’d agreed to come back to her apartment to finish celebrating their
birthdays—safely.
The faint ache of the headache he knew he’d have for the rest of
the day, or at least all morning, made him squeeze his eyes shut. They flew
open the instant he felt movement in the bed.
Shit.
She’d be up soon, and things would no doubt get awkward. His only
saving grace was they were both dressed. Well, sort of. His shirt was
unbuttoned, and visions of her playfully undoing the buttons while giggling,
her mouth so close to his he could almost taste it, had him squeezing his legs
together. It was bad enough he’d woken with his usual morning wood. This was
not helping.
The thin silk camisole and satin sleep shorts she’d slipped into
last night after stripping out of what she’d called her frumpy work clothes
left little to the imagination. Once again Sydney was assaulted with the visual
of her perky tits with nipples so erect they practically tore through the
fabric of the tight and almost see-through white camisole. The tiny shorts
barely covered the swell of her plump ass.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he muttered under his breath then threw
the blanket she’d kicked off back over her. He had to before he had a
full-blown throbbing erection like the one that had tortured him most of the
previous evening.
This wasn’t the first time he’d woken in the bed of someone who
he hadn’t anticipated ending up with. But it was the first time he had with
someone he considered a dear friend. He’d thought about what it would be like
to have her under him far too many times; he’d just never anticipated it would ever
happen, especially not like this.
Sydney may’ve had a bit too much to drink last night, but he was
nowhere as drunk as she’d been. He’d made sure he stayed in control. Things had
gotten pretty intense—pretty damn heavy even—but luckily, drinking alcohol in
excess as they had last night was a foreign concept to her. It was why he’d
agreed to come back to her place initially. She’d already been pretty lit when
they left the bar, and he was certain he was just bringing her home to make
sure she passed out safely in her bed. He just hadn’t anticipated her being so
persuasive and getting him to agree to hang out a little longer, getting
playful, things getting heavy, and then his passing out with her.
Just because he remembered the details didn’t mean she
would. In fact, he was pretty certain she wouldn’t, and maybe that was a good
thing. Now he wondered if he should even mention everything she’d done, said,
and admitted last night when the liquor kicked in. He couldn’t be sure how
she’d react, but he knew her well enough to know she’d be a little embarrassed,
maybe even mortified.
With that in mind, he considered the possibility of sneaking out.
It seemed like an ideal plan. He could grab his things, slip out her bedroom
sliding glass door, and then later he could call and ask how she was feeling.
He’d say he made sure she got home safely then left and that was that. If she
remembered anything, it would be even choppier than how he recalled it. She’d
been close to passing out when she made one of her more profound admissions.
She might even think she dreamed some of it.
It was perfect and he slid out of the bed carefully—quietly. He
began tiptoeing around the room, gathering his things: the shoes she insisted
he take off and the tie she’d done a little dance with that lay on the floor
now next to her three-inch heels. He’d forever have the visual of her prancing
in those sexy-as-shit heels.
Feeling his cock come alive again, he grabbed the tie, muttering
to himself. “Just grab your shit and get out.”
The sound of a knock in the front room made him freeze in place.
His mind raced. Was that what he thought it was? A knock at her door? The
doorbell rang this time, and she sat up, her eyes wide with confusion. She
glanced around the room. Sydney watched her facial expression, catching the
moment it all came to her, and she gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth.
“Nothing happened,” he said in a loud whisper just as another
knock followed at her door and he pointed. “Someone’s at your door. You
expecting someone?”
The moment he asked, it came to him: the charity walk she’d be
doing this morning—with her boyfriend and the rest of her family and
friends.
She jumped out of bed, covering herself as if she were naked, but
she was still in the attire she’d so audaciously pranced around in for him last
night.
“Sissy!” her sister called out, knocking a little harder. “You in
the shower or something?”
“We got you coffee.” Hearing her brother’s voice made his stomach
drop even further.
But what really gave his gut a kick was her boyfriend’s voice. “I
got your favorite, babe, fresh poppy-seed muffins.”
“Oh my God!” she gasped again, throwing on an oversized
sweatshirt.
Already one step ahead of her, Sydney finished picking up his
other shoe and coat from the chair on the side of the bed. His wallet on her
nightstand was a reminder of what he’d begun to consider last night. He would
never take advantage of a girl, especially not a good friend. But with the way
she was acting last night—the things she’d admitted in her inebriated
state—he’d begun to think he might not be able to talk her out of doing what she’d
been so hell-bent on doing. It’d been a moment of utter weakness on his part.
For a fleeting instant, he’d considered that, if he couldn’t change her mind,
he certainly wouldn’t reject her. The least he could do was make sure they used
protection. Thankfully, it hadn’t come to that, but now here they were.
“I’ll go out the sliding door,” he said just after she called out
for her boyfriend and siblings to give her a minute.
She nodded in frantic agreement. “I’m sorry,” she said in a
hushed voice.
“For what?” He stopped to look at her.
“I don’t remember much, but I do remember I was the one who
insisted we come back here. This is my fault.”
Sydney shook his head, narrowing his eyes as he took one last
look into those beautiful, anxious eyes. “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled. “If
I hadn’t wanted to, I wouldn’t have. And for the record, you may not remember,
but we had a good time. At least I know I did, but I’m pretty sure you did
too.”
Her face flushed and she smiled timidly, so different from her
behavior last night. He almost laughed, but he didn’t. She looked embarrassed
enough.
She walked him to the sliding door where she thanked him again
for understanding, squeezed his arm, and said she’d call him as soon as she got
the chance. Sydney walked through the pool area and into the other side of
their apartment complex. The entire way up the elevator and down the hallway to
his apartment he was lost in thought.
She’d shared with him last night some of the truths about her
relationship with her man. Even if she hadn’t said it outright, her
actions screamed far louder than any words she could’ve ever said.
She wanted Sydney just as much as he wanted her.
Had she meant everything she’d said? Or had it been just sexual
desire brought out by the alcohol? No fucking way. He clenched his jaw.
One thing he knew about his relationship with his best friend
was that would never work. He’d never been one of those men, the
kind that felt the need to stake their claim on the girl they loved—own her.
He’d always thought the idea of such thinking was ridiculous, insulting to the
girl. Even when he’d been married, he’d never felt he owned his wife.
But last night changed everything. Seeing her the way he had and
witnessing the fire in her eyes when she’d gotten a glimpse of the undeniable
erection her dancing had given him—one so obvious even his slacks couldn’t hide
it—he knew one thing. If he ever got his hands on that hot little ass—fucked
her the way he thought he could only dream of doing—she’d be his.
No if, ands, or buts about it. He finally understood that carnal
need to claim the girl you loved and make sure everybody knew it.
There’d be no looking back if they ever went there, so if she was thinking
that’s all it could be, she was dead wrong, and he’d told her so. Unfortunately,
he was sure she wouldn’t remember. That was when her last words came to him.
She’d said them as he’d indulged her by pretending he was getting into bed with
her, and he’d be holding her to them even if she didn’t remember because he’d
seen the look in her eyes when she’d said them. Just as he had when he said
them too, she meant them.
Then she’d passed out.
Sydney smiled. She was so beautiful even passed out. He hadn’t
been able to tear himself away from lying by her side, staring at her—listening
to her breathe—until he passed out too.
He made it to the door of his apartment and reached in his pocket
for his keys. Instantly, he felt the panic. He reached in his other pocket and
searched his coat but felt nothing. Then it came to him. They were right where
he’d put them down next to his phone on the table in her kitchen.
His head fell back, knowing his sneaking out the back door had
been all for nothing. As much as he wanted nothing more than to be with her
now—make her his—she was still his dear friend, and he cared about her deeply.
He’d never do anything to purposely cause problems or put her in an awkward
position in front of her family, even if he knew the truth now about how she
felt. Sydney’s keys and phone would be the first things her boyfriend would see
sitting on her kitchen table. She’d already mentioned the guy wasn’t thrilled
about her friendship with Sydney.
“Fuck!”
USA Today Bestselling Author, Elizabeth Reyes continues to answer to her calling on a daily basis. Since releasing her debut novel Forever Mine (Moreno Brothers #1) in 2010 she has now published 9 full length novels total and fast at work on the next. The excitement her Moreno Brothers, 5th Street, and Fate series have garnered has far exceeded her wildest dreams. It is with as much excitement that she'll continue to put out books related to these series as well as introduce brand new ones very soon.In 2014 she will take her next step in the exciting world of writing and publish her first traditionally published book with Simon & Schuster/Atria. But she will continue putting out self-published books as well.
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