***** Dean's Point of View *****

Dean stood in the shower letting the steaming hot water run over him as his mind raced.

'It wasn't supposed to be like this,' he thought, running his hands over his face and up through his hair, letting out a frustrated exhale.

He was supposed to have some lame, boring sex with Berkley just so she wouldn't have sex with Zander and that was going to be the end of it. They were only supposed to do it the one time and then go back to being just friends and forget about it, like it never happened.

His plan had gone so far off the fucking rails. Now they had done it three times, and he couldn't stop thinking about wanting more.

He braced his hands against the wall of the shower, letting out an exhale as he hung his head, shaking it. If he had known it was gonna be like this, he never would've agreed to it, but how could he have known that having sex with Berkley was gonna be so different?

Being inside of her had felt so fucking good, better than it ever had with anybody else and he knew it wasn't just because he wasn't wearing a condom for the first time. No, it was something else.

How was he supposed to forget about that and see her as just a friend again, when he couldn't get the memories of her moaning and screaming out his name off his mind? He couldn't stop thinking about how perfectly round and perky her tits and ass were and how fucking hot she had looked in that red lingerie. Just thinking about it was making him get hard again.

Seeing her mouth wrapped around his dick while she looked up at him, had turned him on so much he almost got off right then. It was by far the best sex of his life and normally that would have been a good thing. In this case it was the worst fucking thing that could've happened because it was with Berkley, his best friend, the only girl in the world that was off-limits for him.

He washed off his hair and body as he thought about the fucked up situation he found himself in.

It felt like fate was playing a cruel joke on him by making Berkley his perfect, dream girl because there was no way in hell he could have a relationship with his best friend. He would just end up hurting her like he did every other woman, and that was the last thing he wanted to do because she meant more to him than anyone. For her sake, he was going to have to resist the temptation and just be her friend again, no matter how hard that was going to be.

He shut off the shower and got out, drying himself off before hanging the towel up and getting dressed in a pair of beach shorts and a tank top.

As he made his way downstairs, he heard Berkley singing along to his favorite Breaking Benjamins song, 'Dance with the Devil'. She knew every word. They had always had the same taste in music which was really nice.

He leaned against the kitchen doorway and watched her dancing around and singing as she cooked some scrambled eggs in a skillet at the stove and popped up the toast and started buttering it. Her voice was beautiful and edgy and rough. She probably could have been the lead singer of a rock band if she didn't hate attention being on her so much.

She moved around the room, swaying her hips to the music as she sang, not realizing he was there watching her because she was so focused on what she was doing. He noticed she wasn't wearing a bra because he could see the round curve of her breast from the large hole in the side of her loose tank top and her nipples were poking against the fabric.

His eyes moved down and looked at her perfectly round ass cheeks in those short little shorts and the long, smooth tan legs that were attached to them. She really did have the most perfect body he'd ever seen and he felt his dick twitch as he took in the sight in front of him. How the hell had he never noticed how fucking sexy she was for all these years? No wonder he had such a hard time keeping the guys away from her in high school.

Berkley must've felt him watching her because she turned and looked in his direction and when she saw him standing there, she gave him a flirty 'come fuck me' smile with a twinkle in her eye.

'Fuck! I'm done for. How the hell am I gonna resist that? It's impossible,' he thought to himself.

"I made us some breakfast," she said with a smile, scooping the scrambled eggs onto two plates and sitting a piece of buttered toast on them before pouring two cups of coffee.

He sat down on the barstool and said, "Thank you. It smells delicious."

"You're welcome. I figured it was my turn to cook since you made dinner last night," she told him, setting their plates down before taking a seat on the barstool across from him. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, exposing her neck and he noticed a small purple hickey on it, making a memory flash back of him sucking on that spot last night as he was thrusting into her.

Thinking about it made his dick twitch again and then his eyes trailed down to her breasts. She was leaning forward and her tank top was loose enough that he could see everything. Man her tits were amazing and he suddenly felt the urge to cup them in his hands, like he did last night. He remembered massaging them and sucking on her nipples and he felt his heart rate picking up just thinking about it.

"Isn't that funny?" she asked, looking across at him.

He suddenly realized she had been telling a story and he hadn't heard a single word of it because he was too distracted by how fucking beautiful and perfect she was.

He moved his eyes up to hers. "Yeah. Hilarious," he smiled, as he took a sip of his coffee, knowing full well that he had no fucking clue what she had been talking about.

He looked down at his lap and saw that he was rock hard again, even though they just had sex not even an hour ago. He had never been this insatiable before. Usually having sex once a day was plenty, but with Berkley, he was afraid he was gonna be hard all the time when he was around her now because he didn't know if he could ever get enough.

The first time they did it, he got off way faster than he ever had before because being inside her had felt so good. He was dreaming about it when he woke up this morning, and then he opened his eyes and she was sitting there, begging to suck him off as if she had read his mind.

That was a first. No one had ever begged to give him a blow job before and it was such a fucking turn on. Berkley was definitely a one of a kind.

"So today's our last day here in the Hamptons since we leave tomorrow morning. What do you want to do?" she asked, breaking him away from his thoughts.

In his mind he answered, 'Fuck you all day and teach you every Kama Sutra position I know.'

In reality he answered. "I don't care. We can do whatever you want to do."

"Okay. Well I was thinking maybe we could go down to the pier and rent a boat and go sailing. What do you think?"

Since their Dads owned a fishing boat company together, him and Berkley had grown up sailing with their Dads, but he hadn't gone sailing with her since the incident with her Mom.

"Do you really think you're ready for that?" he asked hesitantly.

She looked down at her plate and got a far off look in her eyes, like she was remembering something. Then she cleared her throat and swallowed, blinking. "Yeah. I ummm. I think maybe facing my fears will help me move on, you know? Plus there's no better place to go sailing than the Hamptons." 

"Ok," he nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "I guess we're going sailing then."

After breakfast, they both got ready and he drove her over to the pier where they rented a sailboat.

When they got onboard he kept an eye on her to make sure she was alright, but surprisingly, she seemed to be doing okay with it, a lot better than he thought she would. She set to work right away checking all the lines and then untied it from the dock.

Dean started up the motor and it rumbled to life and Berkley gave him a thumbs up that it was ready to go. He taxied the boat out of the pier and when they were out on the open water they worked together to bring up the sails and he cut the engine and let the wind in the sails take over.

Berkley took over steering for a bit and he stood next to her and held onto the railing, watching the ocean waves out in the distance. Then he looked over at her and noticed she actually had a smile on her face as the wind whipped through her long brown hair and the sunshine lit up her skin.

"I missed this," she said, looking over at him.

He gave her a little smile. "Yeah, sailing always was our favorite thing to do together."  He had a new favorite thing to do with her now, he thought to himself.

When they found a good spot, they brought the sails down and went for a swim in the ocean before Berkley decided to sunbathe on the deck in her bikini. Dean sat down next to her and tried not to look at her body as they talked, but he couldn't help it.

She was laying there on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, telling him a story about her brother and his fiancé. As she talked, his eyes skimmed over the crease of her cleavage that was being pressed together between her arms and then over the arched curve of her back that lead to her perfectly plump round ass that he had squeezed in his hands just last night. His dick twitched at the memory and he was so tempted to reach out and squeeze a handful of it now.

He let out an exhale and looked away, trying hard to control himself. He reminded himself that this was Berkley, his best friend, not just some hot chick he was banging. But after everything they had done, being around her in a skimpy bikini and not being able to touch her was like cruel and unusual punishment, like dangling a steak in front of a starving man.

Her perfect body was making it so hard to stick to just being her friend when all he could think about was all the things he wanted to do to her right now. He was suddenly reminded that she said one of her favorite movies was 365 Days and it dawned on him that they were on a boat.

He was picturing them recreating the boat scene right here, right now, and that made his heart start beating a little faster and his palms felt clammy and his throat was dry. He sat up, trying to clear those thoughts out of his mind. What was wrong with him? He felt like he was losing it.

He decided the easiest way to deal with it was to avoid looking at her body at all, only her face and to listen to what she was actually saying like he used to before his mind became so clouded by having sex with her.

That method ended up working out really well for the next two hours they spent on the boat. He didn't want to push her by staying out there as long as they normally would have. When they got back to the dock, they tied off the boat and then walked up and down the boardwalk visiting some little shops for a while.

"Look! They have a huge arcade here!" Berkley said with wide eyes. Then she felt her pockets and shouted, "Oh shit!" She turned to him and asked, "Can you pay and I'll pay you back? I didn't bring my money with me."

"No," he told her bluntly, shaking his head.

She opened her mouth in shock and smacked his arm.

"Awww. C'mon. Please Deanie Weenie," she pouted, grabbing onto his arm and sticking out her bottom lip, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Well I was gonna say I'll pay and you don't have to worry about paying me back, but now that you called me that fucking nickname, I think I've changed my mind," he laughed.

He looked down at her and she was looking so damn cute and sad that he immediately caved in.

He smiled and let out an exhale, reluctantly saying, "Ok fine. I guess I'll pay, but you owe me."

"Oh yeah?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and giving him a flirty smile. "What do I owe you?" she asked seductively.

He had a moment of weakness and he stepped closer, pulling her body against his and whispering, "How about a kiss?"

She smacked his chest and pushed him back, saying, "We're supposed to be just friends now Dean. Remember?"

Now he was the one sticking out his lip and pouting.

"C'mon. Just one ...... last ....... kiss?" he asked softly, drawing the words out as he ran a finger over the line of her cleavage.

She smacked his hand away and laughed.

"No. Last time I checked, friends don't kiss,  Mr. Bradshaw."

He leaned down and licked her neck, softly blowing air on the wet spot and he felt her shiver as he whispered in her ear, "Friends also don't wake each other up with a blow job, last I checked."

He saw her cheeks blushing and he could tell he was having an effect on her. She seemed flustered.

She looked up into his eyes, and he could feel his heart starting to beat harder. "Sorry, I'll try to control myself a little better in the future," she whispered, against his lips.

Hearing that made his dick completely hard.

She turned and walked off towards the arcade and he said under his breath, "I'd prefer if you didn't."

She looked at him over her shoulder, and said, "I heard that," giving him a wink and a flirty smile as she walked away, swinging her hips.

'Damn' he thought. 'I'm really screwed here. When the hell did Berkley become such a fucking temptress?'