Friends & Forever

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By The Shires / Sssh.com

A greeting on the tarmac from 200 pounds of solid muscle attached to a devastating grin topped with eyes such deep blue they reminded you of the depths of the ocean had more than just Rayne's chest clenching.

No way. She'd put those feelings away years ago.

But as Sean wrapped strong, warm arms around her in an embrace that felt like a cocoon -- safe and secure -- she nearly melted. This was her best friend in the world, and they had seen each other through the best and worst in life over the last seven years, and while they hadn't been together in nearly five of those long years, their connection had never broken.

But Rayne had sworn she didn't feel anything more than that familial kinship for Sean. She couldn't. He'd never made a single move that suggested those feelings were reciprocated, even when she imagined a thick tension between them that spoke of promises she could only dream.

With a kiss to her forehead, Sean held her at arm's length, giving her the boyish grin that made his eyes twinkle, like sunset reflecting off the middle of the Atlantic. "Hey, kiddo, it's good to see you. You look absolutely amazing."

Rayne grinned, her heart in her throat and her lungs squeezing tight, like her ribs had just shrunk ten sizes. "You don't look so bad yourself." Why did it sound like raw emotion poured from her mouth? She shook her head, trying not to notice the way his hand felt splayed at the small of her back as he took her carry-on and guided her toward the door to the airport. But her body betrayed her, things low in her belly swirling. She hated to think she'd never gotten over Sean, but signs pointed to it all over the place.

No, she told herself. It was just that old immediate attraction. Sean had one of those faces that should be plastered on billboards, a body with all the right lines and contours you wanted to touch, and a smile that would melt you right into the ground. It made sense, especially since she hadn't gotten laid in ages, so long she couldn't remember exactly the last time she'd had an orgasm that didn't involve the device in her panty drawer.

She could handle this. She just needed to remember that her sex drive wasn't dead, and keep it in a cage for the next three days while she spent quality time with her best friend.

But then, as she climbed into the passenger side of his truck, Sean gave her a hurt look and motioned for her to slide across the bench seat, and his arm landed around her shoulders. She couldn't help noting that his fingertips brushed just above her breast, and it made her squirm ever so slightly. Whether she was trying to move his hand closer or further away, she didn't know.

"I thought we could stop at the barbecue joint you like so much, get some comfort food, and relieve a little of the stress you're carrying here," Sean said as he drove, squeezing her shoulder.

Yes, she was tense, but Rayne didn't know if she could conduct herself properly at a public establishment at the moment. She was too flustered, too confused, and it would only make things worse if she started acting funny and raised a bunch of questions. "Actually, it was a really long flight, and I just want to go get cleaned up." Or hide in the bathroom till she could get herself under control.

Another concerned glance from Sean had her wincing internally. "Are you sure everything is alright?"

At a loss for words, Rayne shrugged. She couldn't meet his eyes as she told him, "I just have a lot on my mind, and I want to reset." There, that was a fairly vague description of the truth.

A strange silence fell between them, and Rayne's heart ached. This was her best friend, someone who deserved better from her, and here she was, acting like some chick in high school devastated over an unrequited crush. It was changing their dynamic, and she couldn't let it go on like this. She just needed to stuff all those emotions she'd set aside for so long right back into their box and lock it.

But as Sean pulled up to his house, he turned to her. "Talk to me, Rayne. What's going on?"

She shook her head, refusing to go there. "I'll feel better after a shower." She didn't give him a chance to argue, getting out of the truck and walking toward the front door. Sean was left with no choice but to follow with her bag. He unlocked the door and let her in but dropped her bag out of reach before pinning her in against the wall with one large arm on either side of her head.

Rayne's breathing grew short, coming in small bursts, and her heart palpitated. Just Sean's scent was enough to make her blood boil, and she couldn't remember if his lips had ever been this close to hers. "You're lying, Rayne," he stated flatly. His eyes bore into hers, sharp and intense, and she fought to look away, but he held her gaze steady. "We've known each other far too long for you to get past me with that line. Tell me what's going on."

"It's nothing you can help," she told him, a tremble in her voice. And he couldn't, unless he wanted to risk years of friendship for something that probably wouldn't work out anyway. Sean had never even insinuated he wanted her as more than a friend. Why would she push that now?

He stepped in closer so a deep breath would have pressed her chest to his, and she froze. She could feel the heat of his body rolling off him. It sent her arousal into overdrive, and she wondered if he could smell it on her. That would be embarrassing. "I'll make a deal with you," he said, his voice a low growl. That tone sent a shiver of delight down her spine, and she stared at him, wondering what crazy idea he had to get her to talk. "You tell me your secret, and I'll tell you mine."

Rayne frowned at him. "Secret? What are you talking about?"

A slow smile crept over his lips until it hinted at a smirk. "Whatever you're hiding from me, it's big, and I have something to share with you, too. Something that hopefully is big enough to warrant sha

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Notes A greeting on the tarmac from 200 pounds of solid muscle attached to a devastating grin topped with eyes such deep blue they reminded you of the depths of the ocean had more than just Rayne's chest clenching.

No way. She'd put those feelings away years ago...
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