She laughs, the sound breathless. I get an eye roll and a smack to my shoulder because that’s my girl. “Not a fluke,” she begrudgingly agrees.
“Now let’s get you to do that again on my cock.”
28
SKYLAR
My body pulses with aftershocks, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and the ceiling. Aston hovers above me, a sinfully cocky smirk on his lips, his eyes twin dark pools ringed in blue I could drown in if I’m not careful. Dammit. That’s twice now. Twice he’s made me come apart in ways I never knew possible.
The realization sits heavily on my chest alongside his palm.
I have no idea what this means. What we’re becoming in these stolen moments where the lines of our arrangement blur into something unrecognizable. Into somethingmore. At least for me, and that’s what scares me.
“Hey,” he says, his voice soft while his hand comes up to my cheek and he positions himself so he’s resting on his side. He tilts my face. “You okay?”
I almost wish he weren’t so tender with me. And how fucked up is that after all I went through with Josh? I nod, not trusting myself to speak just yet. The truth is, I’m not sure I am okay. I’m terrified. Not of him, for a nice change of pace, but of this current that runs between us and makes my skin feel too tight and my heart toofull.
I’ve been missing him. The thought ambushes me, the sensation unwelcome and undesired. I’ve been missing my fake husband, my brother’s best friend, and the man who was never supposed to be more than a convenient and helpful solution to a difficult situation. I remind myself that he’s done this to me before. That he’s said a million perfect things to get his desired—and mine, who am I kidding—result. The praise whispered against my skin is just to make me comfortable. Just to get me off. The way he looks at me like I’m something precious is just part of the act.
His thumb traces my lower lip, his eyes following the motion. “Where’d you go just now?”
“Nowhere,” I lie, turning my face into his neck. He smells like sandalwood and cedar and everything incredible that he always does. It’s something specific to him that I’ve started craving to the point of smelling random things around the house that he leaves abandoned. Shirts or even his stupid baseball hats that I find when he takes them off. “Just… processing,” I go with.
“Processing what?” He pushes me back, his smile dangerous. Seductive. Knowing. Yet he reins it in as he asks, “Do you not want to do this?”
“I do.” And I really do. I don’t want to think anymore. In fact, I’d seriously love to turn off this part of my brain. The overthinking part. Even if it’s just for tonight. Just for a while.
My hand runs along the planes of his chest and abs. The man really is cut from fucking stone. It’s wildly unfair, but right now, I’m not complaining. “Take off your briefs.”
He laughs. A full-on laugh that brings a smile to my face. “So bossy.” His lips find mine again, soft at first, but that only lasts a second before they grow impatient and hungry. “Help me along, Skylar. Touch me.”
“Touch you?”
“I want you. I want to feel you,” he murmurs against mylips, his hands sliding down my hips where he grasps me. “All of you. Every perfect inch.”
I swallow. Hard. “Then take me.”
On my next heartbeat, he rolls me until I’m on top of him, straddling him completely naked. He shifts me from left to right as he pulls his briefs down and kicks them off.
“Like this to start,” he says, his voice thick. “I want to see you. But I also want you in control until I decide to take it back from you.”
Holy shit. He means that. And part of me craves it. His control. My mental submission. But I also like this part. The part where he wants to watch me. Because he means it. He does want that. I can see it all over him. Suddenly, I’m not nervous anymore.
“Condom?” I ask.
He gives me a lopsided grin as he tilts his head. “I don’t have any. I wasn’t exactly planning to have sex here. It’s been a very long time since I even have, and I’ve been tested.”
Fair. “I don’t have any either, and I’ve been tested too. And I’m already pregnant.”
His thumb finds my clit, open and exposed to him, and he rubs tight circles that instantly have me breathless. “Then put me inside you.”
The way he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen makes me shudder. I let it wash over me. I let myself believe it. I know what this is between us and what it isn’t, and I’m okay with that. I honestly am. There’s no room in my life right now for more complications. For more drama from men, which, let’s face it, Aston comes with.
I reach between us and guide his large cock to my entrance, watching his face as I slowly sink down on him. His head falls back, and a groan sears from his throat. His eyes momentarily close but immediately reopen, smoky and half-mast, as if he doesn’t want to miss a moment of this.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You feel so good. So tight and perfect around me. Better than I ever imagined.”
His words wash over me, and I let myself relax and sink down deeper. His cock is thick and long, and yeah, it’s a tight fit. So much so that I have to rise onto my knees and pull him almost out of me again so I can sink back down and stretch myself fully around him.
