Caught in the Act: Our Friends Watched Us Play (Audience of Friends Book 1)

I needed a serious cold shower. Hurrying through the luxurious cabin, I eventually found my way back to my temporary bedroom and shut myself in. My chest heaved as I leaned back against the door, eyes shut, trying my hardest to get Carter out of my mind. He'd been on my brain ever since we fucked—a few times—the night we'd both finished our final exams of the school year. Here we were, almost a month later, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. Even here, on a stunning and secluded private island owned by a friend's family, in a cabin that cost close to a million dollars, I couldn't stop picturing us screwing.

My best friend and I had decided, like mature adults, that we didn't want to ruin the friendship after our one night together. We'd known each other for too long to let something as trivial as sex come between us, so we shook on it: for the sake of our friendship, no more hooking up. I didn't want to lose him, he didn't want to lose me, and I knew neither of us could stand the thought of our relationship disintegrating because we couldn't handle whatever feelings might develop because we were screwing each other's brains out.

Unfortunately, just because we said we weren't going to fuck anymore didn't mean I would stop daydreaming about it. Our night together had been some of the best sex I'd ever had—period. And considering I was still on a pretty substantial dry-spell in that department, it was almost painful to be around him as often as I was, all the while knowing we couldn't do anything more than an innocent hug. I knew it was for the best, but god damn did I ever want him.

It had been especially hard out here. Over a holiday weekend, myself, Carter, and about ten of our closest friends decided to make use of Grace's remote cabin. We were all frazzled still from finals and graduation and the job hunt: we needed a few days away from it all to unwind. We'd done all the usual cabin retreat things over the last two days: hiking, swimming, fishing, singing around a toasty bonfire. Half the time most of the group had been piss drunk, and the other half people were slipping off into the woods for a quick hook-up.

All the while, I had to watch my ridiculously sexy best friend in his low-hanging swim trunks, shirtless all the time, and force myself not to pounce on him whenever we were alone. Only minutes earlier we'd been sharing a fuzzy blanket in front of a roaring fire, our bodies huddled together for warmth, and all I could think about was dipping my hand under his shorts and jacking him off.