The Best Man

Chapter 9: Meghan

There was something about being with Taron that felt like the most natural thing in the world. I was so glad to have him as a friend, but even I had to admit we had some kind of connection that wasn't platonic.

Today was just another work day and tomorrow would be my bachelorette party. I was relived Taron would come too, even if it had me kind of nervous. My feelings had been all over the place recently. I was starting to feel some attraction towards Taron I couldn't seem to shake. I mean I had always found him beautiful, even had a thing for him when I first met him. But we became friends so quickly that I shook those feelings and then James came along.

"So what's on today's schedule?" I asked Taron as we got out of our coats. Winter was hitting London pretty bad now.

Taron sighed "Well apparently I'm a womanizer" he looked at me.

I laughed "What do you mean?"

He handed me the schedule and I read it. Not sure if that was worse than the day of the sex scene. "This says you have hickeys on your neck" I said slowly.

"Yeah" Taron said. "Can't do those to myself"

That's when the penny dropped for me "So who usually does that?" I had a feeling it would have to be me and I was excited, yet terrified.

"Hate to say it, but the makeup artist" Taron smirked. "I totally understand if you don't want to do that though" he said before I could say anything.

"Well I could always paint them on with makeup" I started and let out a deep breath "but it won't be as realistic" I shrugged.

"There's only one way then" he said as he got out of his shirt.

I took a deep breath and sat down on the couch next to him.

"Does this say which side of your neck?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Taron seemed as calm as he could get as he checked the schedule "The right side" his voice didn't sound all that unaffected.

I shivered as I got up and sat down on his right side. "You ready?" I wanted to joke, but it didn't come out as a joke.

"I think we should keep this to ourselves" Taron said as he stared at me intently. "This is just a job and I'm not sure James would understand"

"I agree" I said as I stared at Taron's neck. How had I not realised how pretty his neck was?

"Okay" I said as I came closer to him and breathed him in. He smelled just uniquely like Taron, there was no way to describe that scent.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and formed my mouth into an O-shape before my mouth met his skin. I heard Taron's sharp intake of breath and he leaned against the back of the couch. I followed his movements, my body halfway over his.

I sucked his skin there for what felt like forever and felt his arms around my waist tightening. His skin was so soft. His touch on me wasn't how I imagined a friend to touch me. I wouldn't have it any other way though.

I let go of his skin there and moved a bit lower, never taking my mouth off his skin as I sucked in his skin near the collarbone. One hand was on the other side of his neck while the other just wanted to rave through his hair. This felt so intimate, as I practically lay there with him and heard his hard breathing. I didn't think I had ever been this turned on and I had done other stuff with other men – of course. But this – this was something completely different. I was probably breathing as hard as he was and suddenly I imagined us doing that under completely different circumstances.

I had a hard time pulling away from him and Taron didn't let go of me as I stared at him and his eyes met mine. They were dark and I felt like it was only just the two of us in the whole wide world.