My body locks up as I’m tossed into a freefall of fireworks and euphoria. Aiden’s body hardens underneath me, and he grunts while thrusting upward before he moans my name and buries his face against my neck.
We cling to each other; our bodies wracked with pleasure. As we float back down, I can’t help but chuckle softly and shake my head.
“I should have known it would be like this,” the words come out a little slurred and I’m going to write it off as an orgasm high.
“I knew,” he whispers, the words are so soft I’m not sure I hear them. He kisses my neck before flashing me a devilish grin. “How about we get cleaned up?”
Iperk up at the idea, “Shower?”
“That’s what I was thinking,” he teases.
“Only if we have shower sex,” I deadpan.
“Fuck yes, darlin’,” he practically crows and gets out of bed with me still in his arms, “we are definitely having shower sex.”
“Then carry me away, the shower awaits,” I implore him with a posh accent that sounds ridiculous.
We definitely get dirtier, and then we get cleaner. And I don’t think I have ever laughed more, except for when I’m with my best friends.
CHAPTER 8
AIDEN
I’m used to waking up all at once, going from dreamland to ready for anything and everything is a side effect of the job. You can’t train yourself to be aware and alert for so much of your time and then expect to be able to shut it off easily. Maybe other people are better at it, but it’s a balance that I struggle with.
The only thing I’m struggling with this morning though is whether to slide into Greylin’s tight wet heat or to wake her up by feasting on her.
I almost groan at the thought of eating her out. I wanted to last night, but when a woman begs you to fill her and fuck her, you give the lady what she wants. Especially when we’re talking about Greylin.
She’s wrapped herself around my heart without even being aware of it. Waking up with her in my arms feels surreal after watching her from afar, and wishing it was different, for so long.
Now that I’ve had her?
Fuck it. I can’t go back.
And it’s terrifying.
As I look down at the woman in my arms, I close my eyes and make a wish. For this to work. For her to be mine.
Always.
I don’t know if wishes come true, they don’t have the greatest track record in the past. But those were wishes that had no hope.
Wishes for the love of a mother who was long gone and had built a new life that didn’t involve the sons she left behind.
Wishes for a father to see him instead of only being worried about playing the angles and maintaining the image.
Wishes for a brother who lives up to the boy he used to be; but maybe that one’s not fair. York has his own demons and when it comes time for him to face them, he’ll choose his path.
It’s time I choose mine.
I snuggle into Greylin and hold her a little tighter. She lets out the cutest little snuffle when I kiss the back of her head.
My cock throbs. It would be easy to slide into her tight pussy like this. Just lift up her leg and angle my cock just right.
I let out a grunt at the thought, but then my mouth waters.
She grumbles a little as I ease out from behind her and roll her onto her back. The kisses I leave on her skin as I slide down her body are like feathers, barely brushing and leaving shivers in their wake.
