“Exactly,” I say without shame. “It was a pivotal moment in my life.” I glance over at him. “What about you? What’s your favorite memory?”
“I’ve got a bunch, actually. Like, the first day we met in kindergarten. I’d never had a best friend before you came along. Do you remember our teacher, Mrs. Bright?”
“She smelled like cookies,” I say immediately. “And she handed out those mini chocolate bars if you behaved.”
He grins. “Best teacher ever. Well, her and Mr. Warren.”
“Oh God, no question. Mr. Warren was too hot for his own good. He was, like, 24 when he started teaching us. I crushed on him hard.”
Aiden laughs, then quiets a little. “The summer after sophomore year, when we worked at the ice cream shop? That’s up there, too. Remember those stupid striped shirts and hats?”
I nod and smile, the memory washing over me of hot summer days spent side by side, our arms brushing as we scooped ice cream and blended milkshakes until the sun went down.
“And the football team would come in after practice in those tight pants and barely-there tank tops. We were not subtle about having the hots for them. That was when we finally came out to each other.” His voice softens. “You’ve always been my safe space.”
I watch him from the passenger seat, my heart thudding at a pace I can’t slow down.
“You’ve been that for me, too. Especially lately. What you’ve done for me these past few months, I’ll never be able to repay that.”
He reaches across the console and squeezes my hand, just for a moment, but it feels like more. I’m cracking at the seams with everything I haven’t said, and I know I can’t keep it in forever. I swallow hard, willing the words to rise in my throat, before chickening out again.
After a long first day, we arrive at a roadside hotel well after dark. It’s early December, and we’d been half-expecting snow or black ice, but the roads remain dry.
I get us checked in while Aiden unloads the van with what we need for the night. After getting the cats settled, he throws on some workout clothes and heads to the gym.
Settling into one bed, I start doom-scrolling on my phone. I’d deleted the apps for a while, but I recently got hooked on stupid TikTok videos. A post from an influencer I follow leads me down an OnlyFans rabbit hole, and before long, I’m thinking about Florida and what happened in that hotel room.
I’ve never allowed myself to watch the video. After the trauma of Ray’s reaction and trying to resist wanting Aiden more than I already do, I’ve avoided it like the plague. But before I can talk myself out of it, I’m subscribing to Mac’s OnlyFans page. I’m not about to look at Aiden’s.
It doesn’t take much scrolling to find what I want. Since it’s a pay-per-view, I shell out the twenty bucks and pop in an earbud. I should have plenty of time before Aiden comes back, but I’ll keep one ear trained on the door just in case.
Curling under the covers, I press play. The scene opens with a wide shot of the room—naked bodies moving rhythmically in the throes of pleasure—cocks being sucked, assholes licked, skin slapped.
Watching myself feels surreal; like I’m watching someone else. I’ve never been good at seeing myself on screen. The few videos Ray made me watch left me cringing at every unflattering angle, every flaw only I could see.
This footage switches between angles. I catch glimpses of myself in profile, with my ass being devoured, then a sharp close-up of Leon’s dick sliding in and out of my mouth, making me look vulnerable yet unashamed.
Across the room, Aiden is with Riley, his body arched, Riley’s mouth eagerly devouring his rigid cock with single-minded focus.Aiden’s near the edge of the frame, partly obscured by Chad’s ass, but I can still see enough of his face to notice.
Even in the middle of everything, his eyes keep drifting in my direction. And, from what I remember, it didn’t take long before he made his way over to me.
I scan forward until Aiden enters the frame behind me, full of confidence, sexy as hell, his piercing eyes locked onto me like a target. His hands slide up my back, his steel-hard cock grazing my ass. The echo of heavy breaths and deep moans filling the air drowns out his words, but as he leans forward, the memory of the lewd whisper lingers as if spoken just moments ago.
“Are you ready for my tongue in your ass?”
Fuck, I’m hard and leaking from the memory, arousal surging so hard it’s making my head spin. I should shut it down. Aiden could come back at any second. The threat of getting caught should make me reconsider my current choices, but I can’t stop myself. I’m mesmerized.
Over the loud chaos, you can hear his mouth slurping and sucking me as he goes at my ass like he’s starving. A sharp smack lands on my right cheek, echoing through the room, making me jump forward before I grind back onto his face like a desperate slut. Watching myself moan and beg for more, with intense lust in my eyes, is mortifying.
A sudden noise outside our current hotel room makes me jump, and I almost drop my phone. But it’s just a door across the hall, opening and closing. Still, I quickly skip ahead.
When the scene resumes, Aiden’s muscular body is wrapped tightly around mine. His smooth, glistening skin covers his flexingmuscles that writhe as he thrusts in and out of me, beads of sweat sliding down his back.
The soft murmurs and deep rumbles of his voice still echo in my memory—words he uttered meant only for me.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I missed you so much. I wanted this with you so badly. I want to come inside you, baby, and mark your insides. Give you part of myself that can’t be taken away.”
My eyes become glassy as the images on the screen start to blur, not from the resolution but from the storm raging behind my rib cage.
