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He finishes his task of rolling the joint, lighting it as he strolls over to the fire once more. I watch the way his lips tug and pull against the paper. Despite how badly I want his lips on mine again, I watch cautiously. He holds the joint out to me. Inviting me to take my place next to him. My traitorous legs accept his invitation, and then the rest of my body is entirely engulfed by his. Those big, strong muscular arms he’s spent so much time building in an attempt to fill an empty, lonely void wrap around me. It’s exhilarating. My back is pressed against his chest, the record playing softly in the background while the fireplace casts an enchanting glow over the den. He takes another drag then leans in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Baby, you’ll freeze out there. I can make you a bed on the couch if you insist.”
He passes me the joint just like before and I take a long drag while he pulls me even further into his embrace. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back with every inhale he takes. His hot breath falling sensually against my neck. When I exhale, the smoke engulfs the two of us, snaking around like warm tendrils, drawing us closer. I can practically feel every inch of him as we sway slowly to the music. When I try to hand the joint back to him, he guides my hand so that I’m holding it to his lips and takes a hit. It sends a wave of pleasure washing over my body as his lips just barely graze my fingertips softly. With his other hand free, his dangerous fingers surprise me, traveling back up my sweatshirt to trace the curves of my breasts.
This time, when his voice lands against my ear, it’s filled with need. “Say, why don’t you lend me your sweatshirt?”
It leaves me blushing. My cheeks heated and red, not from the warmth of the fire, but at his suggestion that I take my sweatshirt off. He nods his head to the window as if offering me the alternative choice I keep begging for. “It’s up to your knees out there.” Zane rumbles so low and throaty, it has my legs trembling.
I’m helpless when it comes to his touch and the things his words are doing to me. This is exactly what I’ve wanted. It’s everything I sought to accomplish tonight. The voice inside my head is quiet, as if it tired itself out from yelling. I moan as his fingertips brush over the hard pebbles my nipples have become. “You’ve really been grand,” I whisper in response, finally ready to head upstairs with him, yet terrified I could change my mind at any moment.
Zane plucks the joint from my hand, crushing it against the mantel to extinguish it. He spins me around so that I am facing him, lacing his fingers with my own. His kisses land against my neck. In between his kisses, he whispers on, “I thrill when I touch your hand.”
His words send chills down my spine, and I startle, pulling away from him. Before we do this, before we really do this, maybe I should try to make him see just one more time that it changes everything. I can’t live with the guilt of knowing I ruined their friendship without trying to tell him at least one more time.
“But don’t you see?” I whisper, my hand reaching up to cradle his face. The tiny bit of stubble tickles my palm and I have to resist the urge to laugh at the sensation.
“What is there to see, Aspen? Please tell me? All I see is you and me, together. No more lying, no more playing pretend, just us together, and it’s fucking amazing.”
“It’s so much bigger than just us, though, Zane. What about Breck? What about his rules?” I protest, refusing to allow his pleas to convince me what we are about to do isn’t wrong.
“Fuck the rules, Aspen. I’ve played by the rules for years and yet, here I am alone with you and unable to resist the temptation. Tell Breck whatever you want. Blame it all on me. Say I forced you to do it. I don’t care, but I refuse to spend another moment denying that we both don’t want this.” His words are firm.
He’s made up his mind to the extent he would rather take the fall than walk away from whatever is about to happen. I sigh, pressing my forehead against his chest. I can hear the steady thud of his heartbeat racing as he waits for me to respond. My silence would be deafening if not for the sound of the crackling fire.
“How can you do this to me?” He asks. “Say something, anything, Aspen.”
“There’s bound to be talk tomorrow. With the Jeep parked right outside and all the party guests leaving, someone is bound to say something.” I’m spiraling. Why am I like this? Why am I fighting this so hard when I know that he’s right? I want this just as badly as he does.
Zane’s fingers lightly trace my jawline, then tilt my chin so I am staring at his hooded eyes. “Look at me, Aspen.” He rasps as his other hand grasps mine firmly. “Think of my lifelong sorrow,” he moans as he glides my palm across his rock-hard cock.
“At least if there will be plenty implied.” I gasp, my words barely an audible whisper. He’s moving my hand up and down his length, or is he? I can’t bring myself to look away from his eyes. His face is contorted into a look of immense pleasure. I pause, unsure if it’s him guiding me or if my hands are moving on their own accord.
“Don’t stop,” he groans. “Please, don’t stop. You can think you should go all you want; but if I let you go, and you caught pneumonia and died, well, then it won’t change the outcome for me. Breck will still never forgive me, and he will still kick my ass. We may as well enjoy ourselves.”
I think about what he’s saying and resume stroking his hard length. It grows, filling my hand as his eyes beg and plead with mine. I’m still unable to look away. Even if I did, something tells me he would only demand I look at him again.
“What do you say, Aspen? Will you stay? Will you let me take what’s mine? What has always belonged to me?”
Chapter eight
Zane
She has me hanging in suspense, waiting for an answer. Her grip on my cock is unrelenting, sending a mixture of pure pleasure coupled with frustration. I’m growing tired of the back and forth. I want to feel her body beneath mine, surrendering to my every touch. Each thrust bringing us closer together, making up for all the years we denied our feelings for one another. I’ve done my best to be gentle with her, to take things slowly, allowing her to come around to the idea on her own. In fact, it wasn’t until she straddled my lap earlier that something inside of me flipped, relentlessly demanding that I take what I’ve always wanted. I had every intention of being a gentleman but she’s been teasing me, and tempting me, for far too long. When I found her naked beneath that sweatshirt, I nearly lost all control completely. It has taken every ounce of strength and resilience to continue to resist the urges pulsing through my body. I’m tired of resisting. The soft, careful strokes against my shaft are more than I can handle.
I search her eyes for answers. Her starlight filled eyes give nothing away as they return, my gaze hopelessly lost in whatever this moment is that has been transpiring between us all night. I study her face and all the small movements she has no idea are giving her away. The way she sucks her bottom lip in, nibbling it anxiously as she weighs her response. Damn, those lips, so fucking delicious, made for my mouth to fit between them perfectly. Her lips are not the only part of her face giving away her hesitation. Her forehead crinkles just barely as she loses herself in clashing thoughts, and those soft gentle hands slow their pace, leaving my hard cock starved for a firmer touch.
“Answer me,” I plead, my patience having met its threshold.
Aspen blinks, removing her hand from my cock, lays it on my chest then whispers in a sad, resolved tone, “I really can’t stay.”
Surprising myself, the hand tilting her chin drops, my thumb landing on her bottom lip as the rest of my hand caresses her neck. I lean in closer until my lips are nearly on top of hers. Her eyelids flutter closed in anticipation of my kiss, but I don’t kiss her. Not yet. I will not kiss her, not until she gives in to what I want in return.
“Get over it. Whatever your hold out is, get over it. Please, Aspen. Stop fighting this. Stop fighting us.” My tone is more dangerous than before, more unhinged, more on the verge of taking rather than asking.
She picks up on it too. Her body trembles against mine, but she doesn’t respond. She doesn’t give in to me. Offering nothing in response is leaving me no choice. I can’t bring myself to do anything other than try to convince her, no matter how loudly my cock is screaming for me to slam her into a wall and stop giving her the choice to say no.
Removing my hands from the soft caress against her face, my finger tips eagerly pull at the edges of her sweatshirt. To my surprise, she doesn’t resist. Slowly, she allows me to pull it inch by inch up and over her body, discarding it hastily in a crumpled heap on the floor. Aspen stands in front of me, her chest naked and bare. Her breasts perky, voluptuous and round; tempting me to push things further, to ignore her pleas that she needs to go home. Silly girl, I think to myself. There was never an option of going home. Not after I intentionally drove the Jeep deep into the snowdrifts in the driveway. Ensuring in that one action that the opportunity to leave, safely at least, remained completely out of reach.
My lips turn up into a dubious smile, not just at the sight of seeing her topless in front of me, but with the satisfaction of a perfectly executed plan to keep her here with me tonight. What a sight she is. Fucking gorgeous. The blush that creeps over her cheeks makes her appear flushed, not with embarrassment, but with desire. She didn’t stop me; she hasn’t protested, and so I continue my attempt at convincing her to give in to her desire. I kiss Aspen softly, just one light, little peck to leave her craving more, and then I spin her around so her back is to me and begin peppering her skin with silky soft kisses down her neck, across her shoulders, while my other hand snakes around her body once more holding her in place against mine. As I continue my gentle assault, my fingers find her nipples taut and ready. They trace the peaks, the soft round curves. I pinch and pull, and all the while as she moans, her cries dripping with pleasure.
