Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
The truth was, I should have mentioned it to Aidan. He liked to be in control of most aspects of my life, and I was perfectly fine with that. More than fine with it. I loved it, but Ian’s comment made me want to prove that I could do what I wanted…even though I didn’t really want to do what I wanted. I wanted to do what Aidan said. This shit was confusing sometimes.
Still, I didn’t call him before we went into the kitchen and made our first drinks…or when we made our second or third round. I was feeling light and buzzy, like there was all this laughter inside me that I couldn’t let out quickly enough. Everything was funny. Ian put on Gaga, and the three of us began dancing around the living room. These were moments I should have had over and over by now, and I hadn’t, but I loved that I could now.
Ian and I began to dance. He rubbed his ass against my crotch, and that buzzing just got louder and faster and more intense. Jordan was singing along with the song, using the almost empty tequila bottle as a microphone, when his eyes went wide and he suddenly stilled.
My pulse shot up because I knew, fucking knew, what that look was about. I turned around to see Aidan and David standing at the edge of the living room, David with a huge smile on his face and Aidan with an eyebrow raised.
“Aidan, you’re home!” I ran to him and jumped into his arms. He caught me, and my legs wrapped around his waist as I tried to kiss him.
“Oh, someone had a very good time tonight,” David said.
“I did! I think I’m buzzed. Being buzzed is fun. Do you guys want to dance with us? Let’s dance.”
“Finley,” Aidan warned, but I’d had lots of tequila, so I pretended I didn’t hear the warning.
“Please, Sir. Please dance with me. I want to dance with you. I want to do everything with you.” I slid down his body and went for his mouth again. Aidan pulled back and didn’t let me take it. “Please?” I asked again. I wanted this, God, I wanted it badly, and I didn’t know why, but I thought maybe Aidan did because he knew everything.
Something changed in his expression, and he nodded. This was Aidan always giving me what I needed.
“You may.”
Then I was kissing him, kissing him like my life depended on it. When I pulled away, I backed my ass against his groin the way Ian had done to me. He was hard, and I whimpered. He felt so good against me. Aidan’s hands were on my hips, his blunt nails and fingers digging in enough that I knew he would leave marks. I couldn’t wait to see them, wished I could get them tattooed into my skin so they were always there.
Jordan began to drunkenly cheer, and David let out a hoarse, “Jesus Christ.”
My eyes caught David’s, and I saw how turned on he was, how much he liked what he saw, and damned if that didn’t do something to me. It made me soar. Not the way Aidan made me fly, of course, but it made me feel sexy and wanted, and yeah, I was digging that.
Aidan growled into my neck and bit me. I cried out, not embarrassed at all because Aidan was making me feel this way, and whether he was hurting me or pleasuring me, everything Aidan did to me was beautiful.
“I don’t know who I am when I’m with you,” he said into my ear before nipping it. He was right. This wasn’t him, dancing and grinding on me in front of others as Lady Gaga played in the background.
“Feels so good.”
“This is what you want?” Aidan asked.
My buzz was beginning to fade, my mind clear enough to know this was what I wanted. “Yes.”
As always, Aidan knew what I meant. He lifted his hand under my shirt and rubbed my chest, then slid it down to cup my aching cock. “Ian…if you’re not comfortable, now might be the time to go into the other room,” Aidan said. It meant a lot to me that he considered Ian’s feelings about my lifestyle, making sure my friend was okay.
“No…um…I wanna stay,” Ian said, surprising me. Maybe he was a little more curious about things than I’d thought. Either that, or he was just horny.
“He’s magnificent, isn’t he, David?” Aidan said, continuing.
I blushed, but there was something else there too, this giddy feeling, and my cock throbbed harder.
“Fuck yes. I’ve always told you he’s a pretty boy, but seeing him like this…he’s got my dick aching.”
“You can look but can’t touch,” Aidan said. “He’s mine.”
“Yours,” I said breathlessly. My eyes darted to Jordan and Ian. They were looking at us too, both riveted, and I could see the bulge in Jordan’s pants.