EroticReverie

Layla Loxley

It's a terrible idea. Probably the worst idea I've had in quite some time. I couldnt even blame it on the alcohol, because I wasn't drunk, and neither was he. We were just , sharing the same room, and both attractive people, that's all this was. Just a kiss. I wouldn't be more than that, just something to do for fun.

However as soon as Bryce Donovan presses his mouth to mine, it kills me how soft it is, how perfect it is as far as first kisses go. It feels like I'm in a movie as my breathing stops and he kisses me softly again. And just like that, we've gone and fucked everything up. Because then the third time his lips come to mine, my hands are already in hair, both of our mouths parting and our bodies grinding against one anothers. 

I gasp as his mouth breaks from mine, and he pants heavily. 

"Layla.." he says. But I don't let him speak, I pull him back , pushing my mouth to his, my legs wrapping around him, my hands sliding down and around him, and up his strong back. Fuck he felt good. I like touching Bryce, like... a lot. 

His mouth is so perfect, he kisses better than anyone else I've ever kissed. There's just the right amount of tongue, the intensity riding on a small wave, going high and then slow as we take our breaths and his hands start to wander my body through my flannel pajamas. 

He groans as he turns his head and then lets it hang, breathing heavily. 

He looks at me and I study his face. 

"Why do you keep stopping?" I pinch my brows together. 

Did he want to stop? Did he not like kissing me as much as he thought he would?

"If I don't stop...I'm going to try to do more than kiss you." he says. 

I lick my lips. "Maybe I want you to." I say and he inhales deeply. 

Exhaling he looks at me. 

"I don't want to fuck shit up between us." he says. 

"I want you so fucking bad...but I don't wanna make it weird between us." he says. 

He just wants sex. But that's what I want too...i think. Just sex, years of tension to be released , just a secret night we'll share and keep to ourselves, and nobody will ever have to know we hooked up. 

"Then let's promise to never talk about it after tonight." I say. 

His brows pinch. "You want a one night stand ?" 

My brows pinch too. "Isn't that what you want?" 

Because Bryce was a ladies man, I was...a mens woman? We both liked to get around, both of us were notorious for failing in relationships. He didn't want me for more than sex, he couldn't...he was Bryce. 

"Yeah." he says after a moment. "Yeah, of course." he shrugs slightly. 

I nod. "Alright" 

Part of me wanted him to say no. No Layla. I want you, you drive me crazy, and I wanna dedicate my dick to you for the rest of our lives. Even if I wasn't sure what I really wanted out of tonight...I still for some reason wanted him to say he wanted more than just tonight. 

"Let's get naked then." I say. 

He laughs slightly. 

"Layla." he says as he stops me from pulling up his shirt. 

"Maybe we...we shouldn't do this." he says. 

"What?" I ask almost angrily. 

He sighs. 

"I ..just think it's a bad idea." he says. 

"It's just sex" I say. 

He releases a breath. 

"I can't do it Layla. I'm sorry." he says and pushes off and I lay there stunned, blinking, unable to decide if I'm hurt, angry, sad, confused. Definitely confused and a bit of the others too. 

He wakes me up to cuddle me and kiss me, take it to the point where my body is on fire for him, and then...changes his mind? Was this a game? Was he building me up , making me want him, just so he could toy with me and then push me away. 

"Okay." Is all I say as I reach down, pulling the covers back up over me and laying on my side. 

"Layla." he says as if he's about to apologize.

"I'm fine Bryce. You're right. It was a mistake." I say and he's silent. 

"I'm just going to go back to sleep, see you in the morning." I say and he sighs, and lays back on the bed, and I know we're both awake for the next thirty minutes or more, just laying there in silence. 

Eventually I drift off to sleep.

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Bryce Donovan

I could hardly sleep laying in the same bed as Layla. So I got up early and put on some boots, and made myself run through the snow, the extra resistance and hard work pushing me, making me sweat, making me focus on anything other than that kiss with Layla last night. 

I was a fucking jackass for even waking her up and suggesting it. I didnt even think she'd actually let me kiss her. We'd known each other for years, and I thought if it was ever going to happen, it would have by now, so I just...didnt expect her to say yes. But she did, and fucking her mouth is all I can think about as I end my twenty minute jog and shake off my boots inside the lodge, pulling off my jacket and trudging over to the fire place that's vacant. It was still 6:30am, so there weren't too many people moving about. 

I didn't want Layla to end up hating me. Sure she pretended to, but I knew deep down she didn't hate me. But if I had slept with her last night, there was a good chance that she'd end up hating me just like all the girls I slept with. Because what if she expected more, like they all do. I enjoyed being single, enjoyed being a bachelor. But i'd never fuck and duck on Layla Loxley. In fact, if anyone was ever going to make me settle down...it'd be her.  There were so many ways that sex could fuck up the friendship we have. Either she'd hate me...or I'd scare her off by trying to lock her down and drag her down an aisle with me, or I dont know...we'd kill each other eventually. 

"Bryce?" I hear my name and turn my head.  It's Jessica, Layla's sister, holding a cup of coffee, still in her pajamas. She walks over her slippers shuffling . 

"Why are you up this early, and why are you sweating?" she asks. 

I laugh slightly. "Went for a run." I say. 

She cocks a brow. "In the snow?" 

I nod. 

"You get up this early to run?" she asks and takes a seat on the couch, snuggling herself into the corner as she turns to face me lifting one leg up , curling it as she looks at me and sips her coffee.

"Not usually." I say. 

"Hm." she says. "Something wrong?" 

I sigh and look at her. She cocks her brow. 

I sigh. 

"I kissed your sister." I say, wincing, unsure if I should have exposed that detail to her. But I was so fucking confused right now. Cause all I could think about was doing it again. 

"Oh." she says and takes another sip of her coffee and then sets it down on the coffee table in front of the couch, then pulls her other leg up on the couch, like shes ready to have a pow wow with me. 

"And how did that go?" she asks. 

I sigh and shake my head, lifting my hands to my face and then groaning as I slid my fingers in my hair. 

"Don't know. Don't fuckin know." I say and then look at her. 

She waits for me to elaborate. 

"I like her Jess." I say and she fights a little smile. 

"Duh." she says and rolls her eyes. "You've had a crush on her forever." 

I sigh.

"The only people it wasnt obvious to, were you and her." she laughs slightly. 

"But we're not compatible" I say and she scrunches her eyebrows in confusion. 

"You two are literally the same person." she says. 

"You're both funny, witty assholes. You're both the life of any outing or get together, you're both crazy fucking loyal to your friends and family, you both are sexual deviants." she says and I laugh. 

"Everyone just figures you two will sow your oats and what not, and then eventually realize you're supposed to be together and all that sleeping around you two sluts do will end." she says. 

I laugh. "Hey, we cant all marry the first and only girl or guy weve ever been with."

She shrugs. "I'm not judging. But...yeah...you like her. So tell her that."

"I can't. It'll ruin everything...you shoulda seen her the other day when I told her she was pretty. She didnt even fucking believe me, thought I was lying to her, joking with her. Then when I made it clear I wasnt joking, she freaked out." I say. 

"How was the kiss?" she asks and I look at her. 

I let out a breath and she smirks. 

"I'm got up before the sun to fucking run in the snow....what do you think?" I ask her. 

She lets out a little laugh. 

"I know you two have this hate to love, love to hate thing going on...and..it's funny, and it amuses all of us to no end really to hear the banter between you two. But...it's pretty clear you're both waiting for the other one to come to their senses. " she says. 

"You're a playboy...she doesn't want to put her eggs in that basket, just to end up rejected. And she's a playgirl...same thing on each side. " she says. 

"You're both so used to skirting around the clear attraction between you two, and I get it...you're scared...she's scared...to you know put yourselves out there...but...honestly...I dont know why it's taken you this long to make a fucking move." she says and I balk. 

"Seriously...me and Carl talk about it all the time." she says. 

I narrow my eyes. "That traitor." I say jokingly of my brother. 

She laughs. 

"I could be wrong...maybe neither of you want more than the scathing banter and teasing one another, but...I don't think I'm wrong." she says. 

"Maybe." I say with a shrug. 

"I just...I dont wanna fuck shit up and have her actually hate me." I say. 

"Honestly...I dont think she could ever hate you. Whether she knows it yet or not....whether you know it yet or not...you two are already in love with each other. At least...in my opinion." she says. 

I raise my brows. 

"Double wedding then?" I ask and she smiles. 

I just laugh slightly and then lean my head back. 

"Go upstairs...kiss her good morning." Jess says, standing up and grabbing her coffee. 

"Just...dont get her pregnant alright?" she says and I laugh. 

I salute her. "Thanks for the advice."