Page 4 of Careless Whisper
I can commiserate with the old homestead. Even if I’m not wild about being back here.
I open the door and pull my keys out of my pocket, staring at the dilapidated porch like it’s just dying to tell me a story. Like an old friend that’s been away too long.
“Steph?”
My back stiffens and I suck in a sharp breath. My eyes close and I’m back in my house watching out the window and running to the door, wrenching it open with a cry as his arms wrap around me like they always do. I feel safe in his arms. I always have.
“It’s all gonna be okay, Steph. Just come home with me and we’ll take care of you.”
That’s what he always said when I called him to tell him that Mom and Dad weren’t home and I hadn’t eaten in two days. One of many times that I called him.
“Aren’t you gonna say hi, Steph?”
“Benjie?” My voice breaks and I can’t open my eyes, can’t look back at him. I’m terrified that I’m dreaming this. That when he does show up he’s just going to be like everyone else. Looking for his angle or just pissed that I wrote such a sleazy piece of trash.
I feel his warmth against my back and warm arms wrap around my upper arms, tugging me back against him. His breath puffs across my cheek and I suck a sharp breath in, trying to hold myself steady. Trying not to whip around and throw myself in his arms. Wrap myself around him like a cheap lycra leotard and never let him go.
“Open your eyes, baby girl.” His deep voice whispers along my cheek and I shudder, feeling the vibrations all the way down to my soul.
With a deep breath, I slowly turn and one after another, I peel my eyes open, my eyes widening and running up his body, stunned.
“You’re so big!” I exclaim and flush about four different shades of red when he chuckles.
“Yeah. That happens when you grow up, Steph.” His brown eyes glow with amber lights. His dark hair is slightly ruffled and carefully shaped to follow the lean, harsh lines of his tanned face.
His eyes dance down my body and a thrill of electricity runs down to my toes. I stiffen my back and push that shit down. This is Benjie. My best friend and my one ride or die my whole damn miserable life.
I smile and hold my hand out to him. He stares at me like I’ve lost my mind and I just might have. He’s fucking gorgeous and all the synapses in my brain are clicking and firing up in ways that I never thought were possible.
In ways that I don’t need.
Friends, asshole. Just friends.
“I don’t think that’s gonna work for me, baby girl.”
For just a minute I freak, thinking I’ve said out loud what I’ve beens saying to myself.
But then my brain goes off a ledge when he grabs me up and holds me tight against the biggest, broadest, hardest chest I’ve ever felt. He spins me around and around until I’m dizzy and breathless. Then he sets me down and grins cheekily.
“Damn, I’ve missed you, Steph!”
Chapter 4
Ben
She’s still so damn beautiful that my brain isn’t sure whether she’s really real or I’m dreaming yet again. Just like last night when she slid up to me and her lips trailed down my body until she took my aching dick inside her mouth, cradling my balls affectionately. Like she loved me.
Her tongue slid along my cock head and teased the top, moaning when she tasted my pre-cum and licked it, growling like a wild animal.
“What are you thinking about, Benjie?”
“Most people call me Ben now, Sparkle.”
Her deep blue eyes widen. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard you call me that. I forgot that was my nickname.”
“Only from me, Sparkle. Nobody else was allowed to call you that.”
“Okay. Well, nobody else called me anything that nice, that’s for sure.”