Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
And again this morning in my car, her pulse ticked faster, more insistently when I grazed her lips or jawline with my teeth, the tighter I fisted her clothing, the more anxious she became. No soft and slow for Stella. Yeah, I’ve got her number. It’s the same as mine.
I curl my fingers inside of her and rotate them, watching her pupils dilate in the moonlight. Her mouth opens in a soundless O and then her tits start to labor up and down. “Please, Aiden.” She fists the front of my shirt, half tugging me closer, half pushing me away. And she’s turning slicker by the second. “Please, please, please.”
“Tell me I’m your type again.”
“Y-you’re my type,” she gasps.
“Not that tattooed child.” I enunciate every word and feel her pulse around my digits in response. “Not anyone else, either. Just me.”
“Oh. Ohhh my God. J-just you. Yes.”
Gratified as hell by that instantaneous agreement, I pull my fingers halfway out and sink them back in fast, hard and watch her mouth form my name without a sound, feel the clench of her little muscles around my digits. “That’s it. Good girl, Stella.” God, I need to experience that tightening on a much lower part of my anatomy. Need to feel her milk me.
Need her now.
I’m taking her home. There’s nothing else to it. There’s a warning in the back of my head telling me I’ll regret letting my hunger for Stella trample my willpower, but right now all I can think about is getting her alone and planting myself so deep inside of her, her thighs will still be shaking on Christmas morning. I can only think about getting rid of the density gathering in the deepest regions of my loins. Calming her inner frenzy as well. Letting my guard down the rest of the way. A way I’ve never done with anyone. Physically. Mentally. All of it.
When voices from inside the bar seem to grow louder, traveling closer to the open-air rooftop, I lumber through the fog of hunger and remind myself where we are. As hard as it’s going to be to stop touching her now that I’ve got that perfect slickness wrapped around my fingers, there’s no choice. Goddamn. Reluctance grits my teeth as I slide my hand out of her panties, fixing them back into place and tugging down her skirt, resting our foreheads together while we get our breathing under control. Some people walk out onto the roof behind us, lighting up cigarettes, but I don’t recognize any of the voices and we remain just like this until finally, my brain is able to form semi-coherent thoughts.
“I’ll go downstairs first. Wait five minutes and follow me. I’ll meet you outside.”
Stella’s eyes lift to mine, searching. “I’m pushing you to do this and it isn’t you. I can’t…”
I panic when she shakes her head, beginning to slip out from between me and the wall. But I press her back firmly to the brick, letting her feel my hard cock. I look her in the eye as I do it, cupping her chin in my hand and lifting. There’s a part of me that knows she’s right. This isn’t me. Sneaking around. Hiding what I feel and want and know is right.
And because I never want to be anything less than one hundred percent honest with Stella, I tell her exactly what I’m thinking. Exactly what’s in my head and heart. “Being dishonest is not me. You’re right. But it’s not you, either. I don’t think it ever was. We’re going to meet somewhere in the middle tonight and find out who we could be. What that could feel like.” I drop my mouth to hers and kiss her for the first time, pressing my tongue deep into her shocked mouth, moaning in my throat when she responds, her body melting against mine, our tongues stroking like they’ve been starved for contact. She’s about to scale me like a rock-climbing wall, and while I want that more than my next breath, I pull away, panting, before we can make a scene. “Meet me downstairs in five minutes.”
9
Stella
After Aiden leaves, I lean against the cold brick wall on the rooftop for a few minutes trying to catch my breath. Then I pull the quickest goodbye in history, which consists of me passing by the lounge section where everyone is sitting with my phone pressed to my ear, grabbing my jacket and mouthing I have a family thing okay bye. I definitely take note that Jordyn and Seamus are sitting beside each other. Jordyn looks nothing short of dazed and Seamus might have just won the lottery for the triumphant set of his chin. I’ll definitely be getting the inside scoop tomorrow. For now, though…I’m apparently going home with my boss.