Free For3ver by M. Dauphin H. Q. Frost Page B

arm and drove deeper, making her cry out louder. 
      "Please don't stop!" she begged me, sounding like she was in tears, but I was used to that from girls and could differentiate pain and pleasure tears; Ryley's only came from pleasure. 
      "Never, Ry," I told her and felt the first signs of her orgasm as she began to tighten around me. Next came the vibrating in her thighs, last came the trembling of her entire body as she bowed up and her mouth fell open, unable to scream like her lungs wanted her to. 
      "Liam!" she managed to scream, and it wasn't the first time a girl screamed my name during sex, but it was the last girl I ever wanted to hear it from. 
      "Fuck, Ry," I groaned, not able to hold back any longer. 
    Usually I could've gone for close to an hour; I probably could've gone longer, and usually thoughts of Ryley were what got me off when I was with other girls. Being that this was the real deal under me, letting me inside her body, crying out for me, I couldn't last that long, even with my eyes closed because her panting moans sounded exactly like I imagined them. 
      "I love you," I grunted, thrusting once more before I was emptying inside of her. 
      "Happy birthday." She kissed me and I laughed into her mouth until she was in a fit of giggles. 
    My eighteenth was my best birthday ever. 
     
    RYLEY
    I woke up the morning after prom with a massive hangover. Never had I actually drank that much, never had I not remembered how I fell asleep. Jenny let me sleep on her parents' couch since I was not in any shape to go home to my parents. 
    I remembered dancing, I remembered drinking. God, I remembered the car. Liam. Everything I ever wanted, but would probably never have again. We were crazy drunk, living in the moment like teenagers should. None of the worries of those past few months bothered us that night. It was just me and him, two best friends, enjoying one another. And it was a mistake. I didn't believe that one bit, but if I thought it and said it enough, maybe one day it would be true.
    Sure I loved Liam, I'd always loved him. Not the type of love that you save for your best friend or mom, but the type of love that only comes around once in a lifetime. After he broke my heart a few years before, though, things had been different between us. I would have been surprised if he were actually capable of loving someone correctly after all that. 
    After I showered, I was getting dressed when I remembered my gift from him. Glancing down at my wrist, the same wrist that I used to wear our friendship bracelet on, was the bracelet that Liam gave me for my birthday. I hadn't taken it off since he gave it to me. I twirled it around my arm and smiled to myself, remembering just how much better of a lover he was than his brother. Sure Gage was built and had the body of a Greek God, but he didn't have what Liam had. He didn't have the emotion, the expressions, the talent. My GOD, he knew what he was doing. 
    I needed to stop thinking about that, though. My mind needed to believe that it was a mistake. 
    And Gage could never find out. 
      "Ryley! Liam's here for you, sweetheart!" my mom hollered up the stairs. 
    I grabbed my sandals and headed downstairs, grabbing a water and aspirin from the kitchen before heading out to the porch. Liam was waiting for me on the steps, staring out at the yard deep in thought. He turned and smiled when I opened the screen door. It was then that I noticed the flowers. They were wildflowers, all different colors, but he made sure to get some Daises in there too. White ones, my favorite. 
    Looking at Liam holding those flowers made me think back to when we were kids and I would make the boys tie them together for me and make me flower bracelets and crowns. They always acted like they hated it, but neither of them ever left to go do anything else when I suggested it, so there must have been some enjoyment from it. 
    I smiled at him. He still was, and would always be, the