Free Friend Zone by Dakota Rebel Page B

body tensed against him. I had no idea what was going on.
    Sure, we often lolled against each other while we watched movies, but this felt…different. This felt intimate. I couldn’t handle “intimate” at the moment. I didn’t remember what to do with it.
    Sage on the other hand seemed perfectly relaxed. His fingers trailed up and down my arm, and his chest moved at a steady pace.
    On the other hand, I felt as though my heart were going to beat right out of my chest. My pussy contracted as thoughts of turning around in his arms and pressing my mouth to his overtook my mind. Never, in all the years I’d known him, had I ever wanted him the way I wanted him in that moment.
    “Will you relax?” Sage said. “You’re so tense.”
    “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice quivering slightly.
    “Watching Wrath of Khan with my best friend.” I heard the humor in his tone. “Why, what else do you think I’m doing?”
    He was teasing me, and I didn’t appreciate it. I also didn’t like the way I was letting him get to me. I was better than this, and I was certainly better at flirting than he was. I took a steadying breath and resolved to give him way better than he was trying to give me.
    I shifted my body over his, moving up just enough to put pressure against his crotch. His fingers froze on my skin, and I definitely felt a stirring under me. Fighting not to smirk and give the game away, I just settled in closer, wiggling enough to make him shift uncomfortably.
    “Sorry,” I said. “Am I hurting you?”
    “Not at all,” he said, and I was pleased to hear the edge in his voice.
    His fingers resumed their playing over my skin, and I scooted up more so I could rest my head closer to Sage’s shoulder, and my ass right against his sac. The feel of his erection against my back was distracting, but I refused to cave first. Even though my pussy had flooded at just being that close to hard cock for the first time in forever, I was not going to let him beat me.
    Sage turned his face slightly, and I knew he was gazing at me, but I didn’t look up to meet it. His breath was so close it was causing my hair to blow across my face. His heartbeat finally matched mine, and though the movie continued to play, I think we were both aware it didn’t matter anymore. This had become a battle of wills, and if it kept on much longer, I would lose in the most pathetic way.
    I had to hold my breath and force myself to stay still, the desire to rub against him was so strong. The only thing that kept me from moving was the thought that to him this could all be a game, but for me, there was only one way I could end it. I needed him. More than I’d needed anyone in a long time. For the first time ever, I knew it had to be him. It had to be my best friend who gave me the relief my body screamed for.
    If he wasn’t willing to do that for me, I wasn’t sure what I would do. If he was just hoping to make an ass of me, I might have to punch him right in the dick. This was past being fun. Now, it was reaching desperation.
    For the love of God please just break, I thought as I squeezed my legs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure building inside me.
    “Teagan?” Sage’s voice was rough, and it made me shudder hard enough I knew he noticed.
    “Yeah?” I hoped to sound indifferent, but the groan that escaped his throat told me I’d failed as miserably as he had.
    Instead of answering, he moved his hands to my stomach where he pulled my shirt up enough to put them on my skin. Another shiver shook me, and he must have taken that as all the permission he needed.
    His fingers roamed up my ribcage as his mouth moved to my ear. His breath was hot as he exhaled against me. His hips shifted to rub his cock against my ass as his hands cupped my breasts, and I lost it.
    “Fuck, Sage,” I cried, my body arching upward against his fingers that were now pinching my nipples through my bra. “God damn it, if you are fucking with me, I