My Best Friend's Ex(48)

Emma shifts in front of me, still unsure until she finally looks in my eyes and says, "Well, if it's for examination purposes, I don't see the harm in it." Carefully she climbs onto my lap, her legs parting and falling on either side of my thighs. She scoots up and settles directly on top of my dick.

Fuck me, control it, dude. Do not poke her with your dick. Yeah, it's been so damn long, but stay down and don't get excited.

"Okay, I'm going to touch your neck if that's okay?"

"Sure, nurse. Feel me up." I wink at her, unable to control myself.

Her fingers dance along my skin while she looks me in the eyes. "How come you've never grown a full beard? Like mountain-man style?"

"Not sure I could pull it off, plus those things are high-maintenance. Pretty sure you have to condition it. I barely want to take a five-minute shower these days, let alone stand under the water and let the conditioner in my beard soak in. No fucking thank you."

"Might be worth it, you know."

"Why do you say that?"

She continues to stroke my neck and I'm not sure if she's just touching me to touch me or if she's actually feeling for swollen nodes. Either way, her soft hands feel so fucking incredible. "Well, if you were interested in dating someone ever again," she pauses and holds up her hand. "Don't worry, I'm not going to break rule number six, but if you were into dating someone again, the dating pool is a tough one now."

"Is that why you don't have a boyfriend? Tough field out there?" Has Emma ever really had a boyfriend? I can't imagine adorable little Emma not having a boyfriend. She's a fucking catch for any lucky bastard.

She shrugs and drops her hands to my chest where she casually plays with my shirt. "No, just haven't found anyone worthy enough of the position." She sighs and continues, "But for you, if you grow a burly beard, your dating chances would grow exponentially."

"Beards on high demand?" Is she part of some secret society for beards? Is that why she's harping on it so much, or is she still in ramble mode?

"I'm not quite sure, but I do know about this dating website that is for women searching for bearded men. My friend Adalyn joined it a little while back. She didn't mesh well with anyone but she did mention the hot, bearded guys being on high demand in that dating circuit. There are so many dating services now, it's nice to be able to narrow it down to a few specific people, you know?"

"So that's why I should grow a beard, to narrow down my dating circuit?"

She cutely nods. "The dating world is a scary one, the more help you can get, the better."

"Is that right? You think I need help when it comes to dating? I thought I was, according to your words, the hometown heartbreaker. Doesn't that give me any kind of fodder?"

"In your hometown, not in the real world. You're just a fish in the river."

I raise an eyebrow at her. "Is that so? Just a plain-old fish in the water? Nothing special about me at all? Nothing I can offer anyone?" There is a teasing tone to my voice.

She takes her time, giving me a once-over, her hands still clasped onto my shirt. Although every now and then, I feel her fingers exploring my chest. Fucking hell, that feels so good. I wish she'd take the damn shirt off. We're in a very intimate position, something friends usually don't do, but for some reason, both of us are okay with it. "There is one thing you can offer."



       
         
       
        

"Just one? All right, lay it on me, babe. What is the one attribute I have to offer the dating world?"

She straightens up and pats my chest, as if to say, "You're a good boy."

"You know how to make some killer eggs. It's a great skill to have especially if you date someone who isn't a morning person like myself. Those eggs are a real eye-opener; they get you going in the morning."

I pause for a second, reading her facial expression, the way she playfully speaks to me. It's so fucking . . . adorable. That's the perfect way to describe Emma, adorable.

"Eggs, that's what I have to offer. Eggs. Not a killer ass, or sexy set of abs, or a dick so huge that it will tickle your stomach while impaling you?"

Her laugh hits me straight in the gut, and then her smile, tag-teaming a wave of awakening in my body I'm not ready for. "Sorry to say, but I know nothing about your Happy Harry Hard-on, so I can't have an opinion about that. Your ass, eh, it's okay, and your abs, well, those are nice."

"Hold up." I grip her hips tightly in place. "You think my ass is, eh?"