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And then, without even thinking about it, I reached out, ran my hands into Anna’s tangle of hair, and pulled her to me. Our lips crushed together with a gasping moan from both of us. And as her tongue found mine, I felt myself start to slide over the edge. I reached up wildly with my other hand and grasped for Tyler. I felt his strong jaw, feeling him growl as he watched me kiss my friend, and I quickly pulled him down as well. And when his lips touched ours, and his tongue slid in between mine and Anna’s, I screamed as my whole body went crashing over that cliff, and my climax tore through me like a hurricane.





I was dimly aware of Anna breaking the kiss and crying out as well, and then Tyler’s powerful yell as his cock throbbed and exploded inside me as his thick cum began to rocket out of him to fill me to the brim. I gasped and clutched at the blankets and onto Anna’s arm as he rode me right through a second climax, before I collapsed back onto the bed with my vision swimming.





I remember panting then, feeling my whole body quicker as I curled up on the bed against my friend. Tyler collapsed next to me, his arms circling my body and holding me close as we just lay there, trying to come back down to earth.





“I swear, you’re going to kill me one of these days, honey,” he whispered into my ear, kissing me.





“But not today, right?” I whispered in Anna’s back.





“Not today.”





Chapter 24

Christina





Later, when Tyler got up to use the bathroom, Anna and I finally sat up, shyly grinning huge dopey smiles at each other.





“So-”





“Hey,” I grinned at her, reaching out to hold her hand in mine. “We’re good.”





Her smile widened. “So, that didn’t count as ‘touching’?” She winked at me.





“That counted as me breaking my own rules and being totally okay with it - if you are?” I looked at her, suddenly worried.





She looked at me, squeezing my hand. “I’m okay with it if you know that I’m in no way shape or form ever going to try and ‘steal your man’ or anything. It was hot jut coming along for the ride tonight.”





“So, we’re good?”





She grinned and stuck her tongue out at me, making me giggle. “Yeah, we’re great.”





“I love you you know.” I instantly felt like such a sap saying it, but I could see her eyes twinkle as her smiled widened.





“I love you too, you know.” She started to stand and rummage for her clothes on the chair behind her. “I’m going to leave you guys to spend your last night alone; no, stop pouting.” I grinned at her. “You know you want him to yourself tonight, Chris, and I’m totally okay getting out of your hair.”





She was buttoning her shirt back up and she glanced towards the bathroom and the sound of running water before looking at me with a more serious look in her eyes. “You- you should tell him, you know. No matter what happens with, well, everything that goes along with you two, you’re still pregnant.”





I flopped back on the bed, acutely aware that I didn’t care in the slightest that I was totally naked in front of my friend. “I know, I know. I just- I just need to find the right time.”





“I know you will.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and gave me a squeeze. “Call me tomorrow.”





The bathroom door opened and Tyler walked out, a bit more modestly attired in a towel around his waist.





“Byyyee Mr. Weaver” Anna blew an exaggerated kiss at him, making him turn red, before she looked back at me with a wink in her eye and her tongue sticking out at me.





“Goodnight, Anna,” Tyler said, his face still red as he rolled his eyes towards me.





I just need to find the right time.





I fell asleep that night in his arms, wondering when on earth that was going to be.





*****





I did my best not to mope on the way to the train station the next day, or even when we were walking towards the platform checkpoint where I’d have to leave him.





“Look, Tyler, I need to tell-”





Holding my hand, he turned and looked at me, his eyes full of concern. “What is it, honey?”





“I-” I could already feel my resolve to tell him crumbling, just looking into his eyes. Telling him would change everything, I knew that. Telling him meant that this - whatever this was - was suddenly a lot more real than I knew he could attach himself to right now. What we had right there, in that moment in time, wasn’t everything I wanted, but it was enough; at least for right now. Adding “oh, I’m pregnant” to that delicate balance would upset the whole thing, and I wasn’t ready to let go yet.