Chapter 16

**Bryn**


What am I doing? This has gotten way out of hand but also…it feels amazing. Sawyer is definitely a lot bigger than the guy I shared my first time with which oddly I’m grateful. I don’t think I could have handled Sawyer being a virgin, although given how long ago I slept with anyone it feels as if this is my first. Being on his lap to has him so deep that it feels like he’s way too far inside of me.

“Bryn…” He sounds like he’s in pain and I wonder if I don’t feel right to him. “If I don’t move now I might lose my mind.”

Ever the dramatic one. I snort and test out a small roll of my hips. Holy smokes!

“Fuck.” Sawyer says, throwing his head back and squeezing my hips. “You’re so tight, I don’t think I’ll last long with the way you’re gripping me like this.”

Well well well, Mr. Hockey Stud is a fast finisher. I will be loading that fact over him for ever now!

I stop moving just to see what he’ll do and almost immediately he starts to thrust upwards. It feels so good that I can’t help but squeeze around him making him curse again. It’s been too long so he won’t be the only one coming fast. It ends up being me who comes first and I pull Sawyer along with me. We sit there for a second catching our breaths and then all my regrets start to crash into me all at once.

I didn’t want to be a casual hookup for him and yet here I am acting like every other girl he’s ever been with. Sure, it was amazing, but now what? We just crossed a line, and there is no way to go back. Unless…

He’s watching me, I can feel it but I can’t meet his eye. I don’t want him to see the conflict going on inside me. So, I lift myself off his lap and quickly pull my dress back on. I don’t bother with my panties or bra since I’m going to jump in the shower any second.

“Bryn?” He sounds worried but I don’t know what to say to him right now.

There is a lot I need to think about.

“Uh, I’m going to jump in the shower.” I say before rushing to my room and locking the door behind me.



**Sawyer**

What the fuck just happened?

This is new for me. Usually, I’m the one hopping into the shower after a hook up hoping that the girl I was with is gone by the time I’m done. They know that there isn’t anything more than sex between us, so I never had to worry. But this isn’t just any girl, this is Bryn. The sex was hot between us even if a little safe and quick…safe…Fuck! I didn’t wear a condom! What the hell was I thinking?

I don’t know if she’s on the pill but thankfully I haven’t been with anyone since I hurt my leg so I’m clean. Still what if…

No, I’m not going to think about that right now. I want to focus on the fact that I just hooked up with my best friend and she took off like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough. Does she regret what we did because I don’t? She looked like she stepped right out of my dirtiest dream, and I’ll never be able to unsee her that way. Hell I’m getting hard again just remembering what she looked like riding me.

Instead of stewing a room over from her I pull my ass off the couch and zip up my pants. I glance down the hall one more time before shaking my head and heading upstairs. The first thing I do is take a shower all the while seeing Byrn’s nervous face play in my mind over and over. I need to talk to her, but maybe she needs some time. She said she’s only slept with someone once before, so maybe this was weird for her. I don’t know! This was so much easier when I didn’t give a damn about the girl’s feelings. Yeah, I was an asshole but it’s not uncommon among athletes let’s be real here.

I finish up in the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. When I step outside, I stop short when I see Bryn waiting for me.

“Uh, hey.” Idiot!

“Hi. I wanted to talk about what happened.” She says with a tight smile.
Ah fuck.

“Sure, we can talk in my room.” I lead the way and I can hear her following me.

Once we’re inside I head to my dresser and grab some fresh boxers. Not being shy about my body I drop the towel and pull them on. When I turn around to face Bryn her eyes are fixed on my lower half, and I smirk. She likes what she sees so she must have enjoyed what we did.

“What do you want to talk about?” I ask leaning back on the dresser and crossing my arms.

She finally looks up at me and there is clear worry written all over her face.

“We did something that has changed the dynamics between us. It was sort of huge, but I don’t want it to mess up our friendship, so I want to make sure we’re still okay.” She says.

“Yeah of course. Do you…regret it?” I hazard to ask.

“Of course not!”

Okay that’s good.

“So, what does this mean for us?” I ask because I need some clarity about what we are to each other now.

“Well, I think we should still be friends but maybe without the sex.” She offers.

Of course, I’m not agreeing to that after what we did, so I shake my head. “No. I can’t look at you and just see my friend anymore. Plus, I would like to do that again but maybe in bed.”

She snorts. “Oh yeah?”
I saunter over to her and stop just a foot away and she has to lean her head back to look at me.

“Yeah. So, what do you say?”

She makes a sound of consideration. “Well, our original rules sort of went out the window, so how about a little contract.”

I’m not liking where this is going.

“Okay…what do you mean?”

She stands and grabs a notebook sitting on my desk and a pen. When she sits back down, she opens it to the first page and titles the paper: Bryn and Sawyer Contract

“Okay, so how about we agree to hook-up once in a while. We also have to agree not to sleep with anyone else unless we are ready to break our contract for any reason. This doesn’t put us exclusively in a relationship and if one of us decides to move into a relationship this contract will be canceled all together. We also do not discuss what we’re doing with anyone.” She starts writing these things down and it’s as if each pen stroke is stabbing me in the gut.

She wants to be sex buddies? What the hell? Then I think it over.

Of course, I want to sleep with her again, but if she thinks I’m okay with just being fuck buddies then she’s out of her mind. Maybe she thinks that’s all I want but she’s wrong. I want her. So, I have to convince her that we are more than friends who hook-up when we’re horny. I need to step outside of the box and woo her. Yes that’s what I said, shut up.

This is my chance to show my best friend that we are meant to be together. It’s going to kill me seeing her with other guys, but I can’t go off like I’ve been doing either. If I want her to be mine for good, then I need to get my anger and jealousy under control. At least for now, but she becomes for girl officially I will kick any guy’s ass that goes near her.

“So what do you think?” She asks looking up at them with bright eyes. “Oh wait! No kissing either.”
“What?”

“It’s like in Pretty Woman, she doesn’t kiss her Johns because it’s too personal.” She explains.

“I don’t follow.”

“The movie is about a prostitute who ends up spending a week with a rich guy who treats her like a princess. He lets her stay with him in a beautiful hotel and buys her pretty clothes. They sleep together too but she never kisses him. Not until the end when she realizes she loves him. Then there’s this whole misunderstanding and she takes off. Then he shows up at her house with flowers. It’s a happy ending.”

I’m not sure what that has to do with anything but if I want to understand what the hell she’s talking about I might have to watch the movie.

“So you’re comparing our agreement to a prostitute and a John?” I ask.

She sighs. “No, you idiot. Nevermind. Just sign here and we’ll be done.”

I do. I sign the stupid contract but I don’t plan on keeping to it for long.