“Wait, what?” He arched a brow, his mouth widening. “You’re not satisfied?”
“Oh, I’m satisfied, but my problem is once I get going, I need a lot to settle down the burn.” I used my fingers to touch myself, the familiar buildup of an orgasm blossoming. “See, I’ve thought about you while touching myself before.”
“What?’” His voice disappeared. His shocked expression turned me on, like I could hustle the sex god. I quickened my pace on my clit. “What are you… What?”
“I’m getting off.” I closed my eyes. “Oh, I’m close.”
Then, he flicked my hand out of the way and took over. He bent down to suck at my nipples again and I instantly came all over his hand. I moaned his name and bit down on his lip as trembles went through me. “Holy fuck.”
He sat there, dumbfounded. I chose that as my cue to head to the restroom and take care of business. I walked back out and saw he was still in the same position. “Aaron?”
“Who are you?” His gaze slid to mine. Awe, lust, something else were in those eyes. “I just—”
“I like sex.” I crawled back onto the bed and paused. “Oh, can I not stay? I know you like to send your little cleat chasers on their way.”
“Fuck off, G.” He laughed, pulling me into his chest. “You’re not a cleat chaser.”
“But we just had sex.”
“My dick is still tingling from it, by the way.” He chuckled and turned the lamp off. “You’re my fake girlfriend. And best friend. You sleep here.”
“Thanks for the royal treatment,” I mumbled into the pillow, exhaustion hitting me. “Thank you for tonight. I needed the release.”
“Any time, babe.” He laughed and smacked my ass. “You sure you’re still okay?”
“Aaron, it was sex. Honestly, I think we should do it as often as possible until the whole shtick is done.”Wait, did I just say that? Did I just propose friends with benefits?
He sucked in a breath, kneading the spot on my lower back with his fingers. “You’re so casual about this.”
“Are you not okay with it?” I turned and faced him. I couldn’t see his face in the dark, but I leaned over and pressed a small kiss on his cheek. “We are in a fake, monogamous relationship until January. We cannot see other people and we both really like sex. I can get myself off ten times a day if needed, but after what we just did? You want to walk away from that?”
“Hell no, G.” He tucked my head in his shoulder. “I’m so into this plan. I’m just worried about you. I don’t want to hurt you in the end. When this is over, you promised you wouldn’t hate me.”
My gut churned, his words hitting a weak spot that I buried deep. I refused to listen to him. I wanted this. My body did.So screw you, brain.“I won’t.” I pinched his side. “Now sleep.”
Chapter Fourteen
Aaron
“Where the hell is it?” A frantic voice woke me.
I craned my neck—Greta ran around the room cussing up a storm. “G, what time is it?”
“My guitar, Aaron.” She turned, hands on her hips. She ignored my question. “I’m freaking out. Did I leave it at the bar?”
I stretched, pulling my arms way above my head. Her eyes narrowed, her foot tapping. “It’s in my car. I put it in there.”
“Are you sure?” She bit her lip, deep frown lines crossing her face.
But she didn’t wait for me to answer before sprinting out of the door. My keys rested on my nightstand. I chuckled and threw on a pair of loose shorts before grabbing them. She ran smack into my chest on the stairs. “Where are your keys?”
“Calm down, crazy.” I rubbed her arms, her body squished against me in the narrow hallway. “Let’s go look.”
“I swear if it’s not in the car I’m going to freak the hell out,” she whined and yanked the keys from my hand. She skipped the porch steps altogether and yelled, “Thank sweet baby Jesus.”
“I told you.” I scratched my head and wiped sleep from my face. The sun had yet to rise. It had to be six…too damn early to be up. “Are you good now?”
“Yes.” She clutched the guitar to her chest. “I woke up freaking the fuck out that I left it at the bar. I can’t lose it.”
