Fix You by Mari Carr Page A

noticed, hadn’t said a word about it.
    Funny how the blindness he suffered in regards to her didn’t impact him noticing other girls. When Barbie Jennings walked into the gym with her cleavage hanging out or when Stacy Barker shook her ass in a mini-skirt so tight, Zoey feared the girl would have to cut it off with scissors, she thought Robbie’s eyes would pop out of his head.
    She was a girl too. Maybe her parts weren’t as big or flashy, but she had them and she was tired of being invisible to him. Smiling, she decided her best friend needed a lesson about women. She stepped closer, not stopping until her chest was pressed firmly against his. She avoided eye contact, but she could sense she’d surprised him when he stiffened slightly.
    Robbie adjusted to the new position, his hands leaving her waist and resting on her back. Zoey unclasped the hands she’d locked behind his neck, using them instead to stroke his shoulders, to playfully toy with his hair. Her breasts swayed against his chest as they moved in time to the music and she heard Robbie swallow heavily.
    “Zoey?” he whispered. His bewildered voice appeased her jealousy.
    “I love this song.” She lifted her face to his. They were only inches apart, his breath hot against her forehead. Somewhere in the last two years, he’d sprouted up a few inches.
    Robbie simply nodded, his gaze not leaving hers. Zoey tried to keep her face impassive when Robbie’s hands shifted lower, grazing the top of her ass. He pulled her closer and that was when she felt it.
    His penis was hard and it was rubbing against her stomach. She blinked, trying not to let her shock show. She’d started this game to teach Robbie a lesson. Now he was teaching her one. They might be best friends, they might be as close as siblings, but that didn’t mean she didn’t turn him on.
    Mercifully, the song segued into another—a fast dance tune that sounded too dim to penetrate the pounding of her heart. Robbie released her slowly, discreetly trying to adjust his pants to hide her effect on him from the others. Their friends slowly drifted back and once more they were swallowed up by the circle, everyone dancing, shouting to be heard, laughing.
     
    They hadn’t danced any more that night, though they’d shared other dances at other events—proms, weddings, birthday parties. Zoey had never tested him again, all their dancing done at a friendly distance.
    Tonight that distance was gone for good. Robbie’s hands stroked her back, slowly, seductively. Every now and then, his fingers would brush her ass before moving away. She didn’t bother to hide the effect he was having on her. She caressed his arms and his chest, pressed her body to his.
    As the music faded away, Robbie cupped her face. “We need to go home. Now.” The huskiness of his voice called to her. He wanted her.
    Zoey’s pulse picked up speed and her nipples tightened beneath her blouse. Oh hell yeah.
    Robbie tossed enough cash on the table to cover the bill and the tip, dragging her none-too-gently from the restaurant. Fortunately their drive home was a short one. Zoey ran her hand along the front placket of Robbie’s pants as he drove…and groaned…and promised retribution.
    When they pulled into the parking lot, Robbie turned to look at her, his hand stopping her from opening the door and getting out. “Wait a second.”
    He reached down, pushing his hand beneath her skirt. “Open your legs.”
    She licked her lips, wondering what he planned. They were in the parking lot adjacent to their townhouse. While it wasn’t exactly a busy spot, it was well-lit and within view of the front row of houses.
    Robbie pushed her panties aside and dipped two fingers into her pussy. She gasped.
    “You’re soaking wet,” he said.
    “Of course I am. I’m horny as shit.”
    He laughed, pulling his hand away. She missed it instantly, her previous concern about being seen washed away by pure, pulse-pounding, painful need.
    Robbie