Chapter Twenty-Five

Myles

Flynn has been over the last few nights, and we’ve basically spent the evenings making out. It feels so good to have her back in my life. Now it’s Saturday, and I want to take her shopping for Christmas. I knock at the door to Oli’s apartment and wait. It’s already noon, but when he waves me in he looks like he just got out of bed.

“Hey, man.” His hair is mussed, and his eyes look puffy from being tired. He must have been out until late last night after our game. We won, so I know most of the single guys went out and probably got laid.

I look around for Flynn.

“She’s getting ready. Said you guys are going Christmas shopping. She looks happy.” He gives me a look that says he can’t believe it.

“Things are good, man,” I admit.

His eyes narrow. “You haven’t said anything to her, have you?” He keeps his voice low.

I shake my head. “No, but I need to. I can’t take things further without being completely open and honest with her. I promised her that.”

“Fuck, man. I don’t know what to do. I’m terrified.”

Flynn comes sauntering down the hallway in a pair of light blue skinny jeans, dark black boots, and a red sweater. She’s gorgeous.

“Hi, there.” My gaze runs over her body unabashedly.

Oli turns away to the kitchen.

She gives me a peck on the cheek. I’m assuming she’s keeping the kiss G-rated for her brother’s sake.

“Ready to go?”

She gets a coat out of the closet.

“You’re beautiful.”

Oli rolls his eyes.

“Thanks,” she says softly.

At the mall, Christmas music rings through the speakers, and the decorations give the place a warm holiday feel. I walk with her hand in mine, knowing full well that if someone spots me it will draw unwanted attention. I take the chance, though, because when I’m with her, I want to touch her as much as possible.

“What are we shopping for?” she asks.

“We have the team annual Christmas Party coming up. I was hoping you’d be my date?” I ask.

“Sure, sounds great.”

I smile. “It’s pretty formal. I thought we could go by the department store. I need a suit.”

She bites her lip. “I’d probably need a dress, too.”

“I also kind of wanted to see what you’re into so I know what to buy you for Christmas.”

She blushes. “Presents aren’t necessary. You know I don’t care about that stuff.”

“I know, but I want you to have something special from me.”

“We’ll see.” We continue walking hand in hand toward the department store.

“I also need to buy Oli and Sloane some gifts,” she mentions as we enter a section of cocktail dresses. “Let me see what they have here. Maybe you can help me out,” she suggests.

I’ve never been shopping with a woman.

“Yeah, okay.”

She begins to sift through dresses on racks.

“I can’t remember the last time I needed a cocktail dress,” she says. “I wear the same type of suits every day. I’m getting bored of myself.”

“I saw you in those suits, and you looked sexy as hell.” She blushes.

“I want something different,” she says. “You were right when we spoke on the phone. I don’t do anything fun. I’m an old twenty-five-year-old.” She pauses, picking out a dress. “Oh! I love this color. What do you think?” She drapes it over the front of her.

“I think you’d be beautiful in anything, but I like that blue. It brings out the color in your eyes.” I don’t mention the semi I’m sporting when I visualize her in it. “You should go try it on.”

“Yeah, okay.” She looks around us, I’m assuming for a sales person. There is no one in sight so we make our way to a lady at the cash register.

“Didn’t you say we should keep things low key?” she asks, biting her lip. “I mean, won’t someone spot you here with me?”

I point to the baseball cap on my head. “You mean this doesn’t scream inconspicuous?”

She laughs and gives me a lopsided grin. “Not exactly.”

“I know what I said, but I want to spend time with you doing everyday things, too. But at the end of the day, we’ll have to face the gossip eventually.”

She tilts her head from side to side. “You’re right. Even though it would be nice to have our privacy for a while.”

We ask the saleslady for a dressing room. The change area has a couch and is set up like a little waiting room. While Flynn is changing, I remove my jacket since it’s hot back here. It takes her a little longer than I expect. After a while I call out, “Ah…Tink…everything okay in there?”

“Myles…” Her tone sounds a little distraught. “I can’t leave the change room looking like this. I’m tall for a girl. This dress is too short.”

I try to bite back my laughter. She’s adorable, and she has the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen. I stand up from the couch and walk over to her dressing room door, giving it a little knock. “Tink.”

“Yeah?” Her voice is high-pitched.

“Let me in,” I say softly. I hear the latch, then the door slowly swings open. My breath catches. “Holy fuck.”

The royal-blue dress hugs every inch of her slender frame and stops mid-thigh, or maybe a little higher. There is a little beading on the top part of the dress. It looks classy. She looks like a goddess.

“Say something.” One of her legs twists.

“You look fucking stunning.”

“Really? I’m not used to dresses that hit mid-thigh.”

“Question is, how do you feel in it?” I ask, and she turns to look at herself in the mirror.

Her gaze shoots to mine. “I like it. It’s fun, I think. It makes me feel young,” she admits.

“Good. Then it’s the right dress.” I charge toward her like a beast after its prey. “I’ve missed you,” I say before I kiss her. I smash my lips to hers. She doesn’t push me away like I expect her to, and my pulse races as she threads her fingers through my hair and kisses me back. Our tongues swipe and mesh as our bodies press together.

My self-control is waning. I’m only human.

“The door,” she says. I can’t stop kissing her, so I take her with me and lock the door. I walk her back until her body is pressed between me and the wall, and she does something unexpected. She reaches down and pulls the dress up to her hips and wraps her leg around my waist, showing me that her self-control is also hanging by a thread.

“Oh, Myles,” she moans into my mouth.

“I want to get you off so badly.” My tone is low and guttural.

“Please,” she begs. And I reach down and slide a finger into her panties. This isn’t the way I expected to touch her for the first time, but she needs this. Her body seems as feverish as mine. I slide my finger in and out of her, and she moans.

My dick pulsates behind the zipper of my jeans. I take a breath. “Baby, you need to keep it down, or we are going to get arrested,” I whisper in her ear.

She nods, and she squeezes her eyes shut. I continue to roll my hips into her, praying I don’t actually lose my shit, because between grinding against her taut body and dipping my finger into her warm opening, I feel like a teenage boy. Her body begins to convulse, and I know she’s coming. An electrical jolt runs down my spine, and I focus on slow breaths, thinking of Flynn. Small whimpers leave her mouth, but she does a good job of staying quiet. When she comes down from her climax, I press slow, soft kisses along her nape and watch little goose bumps rise over her skin. She opens her eyes lazily.

“That was…” She’s speechless.

“Tell me about it.” I lower her down, my heart still hammering. My very prevalent hard-on is pressed against the zipper of my jeans.

“Oh no… Let me take care of that.” She licks her lips, and I picture those luscious lips wrapped around my dick.

I close my eyes and search for some self-control. “I’m okay. Don’t worry.” I adjust myself. “I don’t want this to be about me,” I say, meaning every word. Hell, I’ve had blue balls these last few nights, so what is another day.

“Thank you.” She presses a sweet kiss to my lips.

“You taking the dress?”

She looks dazed. “Huh? Oh! Yeah.” She smooths her hair down. “I’m thinking I like this dress a lot.” She smirks devilishly, running her hands down her body.

A low growl escapes me. My body heats, watching her little show.

She bursts into laughter, the apples of her cheeks a healthy red.

“What?” I ask curiously.

“Nothing…I mean, I’m so attracted to you. I just can’t believe that any of this is happening.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” In my head, she is still Tink. Still my best friend’s sister and my best friend. Only she isn’t forbidden anymore. My mind is still processing that little detail.

She shakes her head, and her laughter dies. “Let me get changed,” she says, and I realize she’s asking me to step out of the dressing room.

“Really? After that?”

“Myles, come on. I’m s-shy.”

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to find that hot, but I do.” She places her hand on my chest and pushes me out the door, a wide smile on her face.

“You’re waiting out there.”

I leave so she can get her clothes back on. When she comes out, she says, “Let me just look for a couple more things.” I follow behind her as she walks through the racks and picks out a black dress.

“I don’t need to try it on. It should fit.” She takes the two dresses and turns back to me. I still feel overheated from that little tryst we shared.

“Okay. Now it’s your turn. Let’s find you a suit,” she says.

I shake my head. “Not happening today. I don’t think I can be around any more dressing rooms with you unless your mine to take,” I say, looking down at her. Her blue eyes blaze. I swipe a hand over my mouth. “Shit. Was I the one who said we need to take things slow?”

She smiles and nods.

“I’m an idiot then.”

“No, you’re sweet and considerate.”

She walks over to the cashier. “Can I buy you the dresses?” I ask.

“I’ve got it, but thanks for offering,” she answers.

“It’s for my team Christmas party. I’d really like to pay. Besides I’m probably going to enjoy you being in those dresses more than you are.”

Her lip twists. “I appreciate the gesture. I do.” She places her palm on my chest. “I’ll pay. It feels good to treat myself.”

“How can I argue with that?” I place a chaste kiss to her lips, and she pays the salesperson.

From there, we head into the main mall, where she buys me, Oli, Sloane, and herself each a Santa sweater with elves on it as a joke. The sweater is unisex, which means we will all be matching Christmas eve. She buys her friend a bracelet from Pandora. While she is in the Pandora shop, I slip into the jewelry store a few doors down and pick up a little something for her. We finally head home, and I can’t help replaying that hot-as-hell make-out session we had in the dressing room.

I only pray I can resist her, because it wouldn’t be fair to sleep with her if she doesn’t know the whole truth about the past.