Honest 🔼 {Paul/OC/Embry}

1: About Getting Harder

"Harder," he growled.  "Come on, Keegan. You know how I like it."

I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed harder, trying to give him exactly what he wanted.  "Is that better?" I asked breathlessly.

Paul sucked in a deep breath and groaned.  "You can do better than that, Kee."

I leaned forward, giving him a little more pressure.  "It hurts, Paul. Let's try again later," I offered weakly, knowing I could never tell him no, especially when he was so close.

"Please."

That's all he had to say.  I was powerless to stop when that sweet word came rolling off his tongue.  There was just something about Paul Lahote and that sexy voice of his that I just couldn't shake.  I didn't know how to tell him no. He had a power over me that I'd been trying to shake for the last three years.

"Just a little more," he begged as his fingers hooked behind my knees and his nails dug into my flesh. 

I tried to ignore the tight feeling in my chest when I felt his fingers on my skin.  The last few months had been unbearable. After keeping all my growing feelings for Paul all to myself for the past three years, I sort of decided to do something about it.  Of course, nothing I had tried so far had made Paul see me as anything other than his best friend of the past 11 years. Even when I tried to make him jealous by making sure he saw me talking to Connor Adams, Paul still resisted me...even though I knew it bugged him.

"You'd do it for Connor," he goaded, as if he could read my mind.

I pulled my hands back and Paul whined in response.  "What did you just say?" I demanded. "My relationship with Conner is none of your business."

"Oh, it's a relationship now?" he scoffed. "Does that mean he finally grew a pair and asked you out?"

"Why do you care?" I asked softly, wishing it meant what it sounded like. 

"I don't," he answered defensively.  "I just think you could do better than him."

I smiled at a little at his response because it almost sounded like he was jealous.  I put my hands back on his muscular flesh and bit my lip when I heard him sigh.  "You act like there are so many good options. Have you seen the guys that go to our school?"

"You're pretty, Keegan.  You don't have to settle for the first guy who shows you some attention," he breathed softly.

"I'm a freak.  You know that. You've been keeping me from being bullied since I was five."

"A little harder," he urged, his voice breathless.  

I gave in to his demand for more pressure as I put all my strength into my elbow, kneading out the huge knot in his shoulder blade.  I lowered my mouth to his ear and used my most seductive voice when I asked him, "How's that feel?"