Old Friends, New Year

Lara's been suffering a severe case of unrequited lust for her best friend, Chris. As they celebrate New Year's Eve together, a playful argument quickly turns into something more. But does he want her for more than one night?

Excerpt
“Lara, will you quit squirming?”

“I am not squirming. You’re hogging the remote.” I reached for it again and Chris took advantage of his having much longer arms to pull it away. We twisted and turned together on the sofa, our legs tangling together under the blanket.

I might be smaller but had an advantage from having known Chris for ten years. Since we were twelve.

I was the only person, other than his siblings, who knew just where he was ticklish.

And I didn’t hesitate to use that knowledge to my advantage.

He jumped and nearly dropped both the remote and his glass of champagne.

I twisted around to face the television and had just managed to switch the station away from the animated special that he deemed necessary for every New Year's Eve, when he half-pinned me onto the cushions to take it back.

He was pressed into me completely, and my breath caught.

Not just because of the way my body responded to his—I’d been dealing with a severe case of misplaced lust for my best friend for more than a year now—but because of what I felt when his hips pressed against my ass.

He was hard.

I bit my lip as my pussy flooded, even as I told myself I was being a fool. No, he wasn't finally realizing that his best friend was not 'one of the guys.' It was an instinctive reaction due to proximity of our bodies.

Nothing more.

Hell, he would probably be embarrassed if he knew that I had felt his hard-on.

But, oh, how I really wanted to 'squirm' now. To push back against that hard shape.

The remote fell out of my fingers.

Chris laughed softly, his weight pressing me more firmly against the sofa cushions as he swooped his arm down to pick it up. “Nice try, brat.”

He moved away and I had to bite back a moan. It had felt too good, that brief moment, and my body was on fire in a way that could not be so easily extinguished. Or ignored.

I shouldn't want him like this. It was obvious he didn't want me in return.

Or maybe... my real problem was that I needed to get laid. It had been a very long time and I couldn’t say it had been very satisfactory, either. My last ‘lover’ had nearly been enough to put me off men forever, in exchange for my vibrator.

Then again, I had never responded to him or any other guy the way that I was doing with Chris now.

I was in so much trouble.