In love with my best friend (A Riker Lynch Story)

Chapter 43: Fiancé, actually.

*Alexs POV*

The next morning I woke up sore as hell. I started to get worried but I realized what had happened last night.

*FLASHBACK* (A/N: It's not graphic I promise)

After all the celebrating Riker and I went back to our apartment.

I was originally planning on going straight to bed but Riker had other plans.

Once the front door closed, Riker pushed me against the door, pinning my hands above my head.

He roughly kissed me, pushing his tongue straight into my mouth. I was caught by surprise by his actions but soon melted into the kiss.

He started to grind his hips on me which caused me to moan against his lips.

Once he unpinned my hands, they flew to his hair where I tugged at his blonde locks causing him to moan and make his lips vibrate against mine.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the bedroom.

Once we got there he kicked the door closed and laid me on the bed. He crawled on top of me not breaking the kiss while fiddling with the dress zipper in the back. When he got it undone he pulled my dress down and threw it on the floor.

I felt somewhat exposed but I know I'm making a good decision letting Riker take my innocence.

He pulled away from the kiss admiring the bra and thong I'm wearing.

"Damn... I knew I made a great decision." He whispered. He smiled and net back to kissing me.

I unbuttoned his colored shirt and then he took his arms out front the sleeves, throwing that on the floor as well.

I ran my hands around his muscular arms and down to his abs.

I rubbed his abs which caused him to moan a little. I smirked and continued to do it, knowing it pleasures him.

I made my way down to his belt and started to unbuckle it.

Riker pulled away and stared into my eyes. His brown ones meeting with my blue ones.

"Are you sure?" His eyes filling with concern and lust.

I smiled and nodded.

"Positive."

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I smiled at thought. I looked over and saw that Riker wasn't next to me.

I was assuming he was downstairs so I went to the draw and pulled out one of his blue flannels. I didn't bother to put pants on but I did put on underwear.

I don't need a round two to happen.

I walked downstairs and saw my shirtless fiancé in the kitchen making breakfast.

I walked over to him and hugged him from behind.

He jumped a little but soon relaxed.

"Hey babe." He greeted.

"Hey." I smiled against his bare back.

"No bra this morning?" You could practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Nope." I said popping the 'p'. He turned around and pushed me against the counter behind us. He smirked and gave my breasts a squeeze as he leaned down to my ear.

"Did I ever tell you how fucking sexy you look in my shirt?" He paused.

"Especially this one." He growled. I smirked knowing that I'm turning him on. His hands were still on my breasts as he started to kiss my neck.