Free Everything Changes by R F Greenwood

you?” he says with a raised eyebrow. Force it out of me? What does that mean? I’m just about to ask when he moves so quickly and covers my body with his.
       “What are you doing?” I stare up at him. He has a wicked grin split across his face. Shit.
      He pushes himself up on to his knees in-between my legs. This started out innocent but now all I can think about is his long, thick cock, sliding deep inside me. Shit, shit. While my dirty mind has me occupied I don’t see him bring his hands down on my very sensitive rib. I need to leap off the bed.
       “Ticklish babe ” He smirks. Oh crap. I know his game. I try and wiggle away but he starts tickling me relentlessly.
       “You have to stop, I’ ll pee on you!” I choke out. He starts laughing and carries on. I have tears running down the sides of my face were I’m laughing so hard. My chest hurts.
      I finally have a bit of leverage, all the thrashing around has pushed me further on the bed. I swing my right leg over Tyler and roll over on to all fours and try and crawl away.
       “Where do you think you’re going”, he says laughing. He grabs my leg and drags me back to him. This position basically is doggy style, my arse up against his erection and me leaning on my forearms.
      I notice he isn’t laughing anymore. I look over my shoulder and see he has a very intense look on his face.
       “Maybe this isn’t the best position for us to be in” I murmur over my shoulder.
      I try to wiggling free from his grasp on my hips but that causes me to grind on him. He groans and lets me go. He get s off the bed and sits down on my computer chair. He leans forward so his forearms are leaning on his knees.
       “ You ok Ty?” I ask.
    He nods.
       “Just need a couple of minutes, babe” I nod and get off the bed I walk to the bathroom so I can cool my hot face.
      I seriously don’t know how long he and I can go without us eventually being together. I’m not naive enough to think that we won’t do anything at some point. I just hope our self-control is up to scratch.
     
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    We’re sitting down eating when Jack decides to open his trap.
       “So what so rt of situation are you in, Tyler? Are you stringing along my sister?” I glare at him over the table. If my legs were long enough I’d kick him in the shins.
      Tyler wipes his mouth with a napkin. Very posh I must admit and talks.
       “I’m in a forced engagement that I can’t get out of like I said and I would never string her alo ng we’re just friends” It stings like a bitch to hear that but that’s all we can be. My ego will just have to take a back seat for now.
       “Didn’t look like f riends to me, I’ve never been lying on top of my friend like you were earlier”
       “That’s it, Jack! I’ve had enough of you giving Tyler the third degree. Yes I know you don’t like him and yes I know your just doing the big brother thing and watching out for me but give it a rest. I don’t give a shit if you don’t like Tyler. I don’t like some of your friends and if you give some of your female ‘friends’ the benefit of the doubt most of them would have you in the position you caught me and Tyler in! Now shut up and let’s have a nice Sunday roast” I stab my chicken like it’s going to run off the plate and start sawing away at it. I look up and see the table is in stunned silence.
      Tyler puts his hand on my knee. I look at him and smile.
      The rest of the dinner goes down quietly even though I could see Jack had more to say and Justin was abnormally silent anyway.
      Once dinner is finished and all the plates are in the kitchen we all go in the living room.
       I sit on the two seater sofa with Tyler and Jack and Justin sit on an armchair each on either side of the sofa.
       “ Is the awkwardness from dinner over now?” I mutter to no one in particular.
      No one answers at first. Justin sighs.
       “I might have got a girl