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“I know, right? A freaking cop,” I say, shaking my head, still not believing the turn of events last night. “Okay, when I find Aiden we’ll meet y’all downstairs at one.”
“Oh, he’s with Damon working out.” Figures. I’m glad someone feels well enough to work out because I sure as hell don’t.
I hang up the phone then stand and open the curtains. Sunlight pours into the room. The heat from the windows feels good on my cold body. I wonder what news they have for us. I can’t even imagine with that group. After grabbing a pair of panties and a bra, I head for the shower.
Aiden should have been back by the time I was out of the shower, but I walk into an empty room. I pick up my phone off the bedside table to see if he’s texted me, but the only one I see on the screen is the one from Sydney earlier. Should I call him and tell him I’m up? He’s with Damon so I’m sure he already knows we’re meeting at one. Screw it, I’ll just start packing up and finish getting ready.
Half an hour later, my hair is dried, my bags are packed, and I’m about to get dressed when Aiden walks in. Those gorgeous green eyes lock with mine. He’s wearing blue basketball shorts that hang low on his hips, and his sculpted, sweaty chest is begging me to touch it. He’s got his shirt gripped in his hand. My eyes slowly rake down his body. When I make my way up to his face, his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip. Desire tickles deep down in my stomach, and he flashes a knowing smile.
He stalks over to me like he’s going to swallow me whole and throws his shirt on the bed. “That look will get you fucked. Every. Time.” I gasp when he picks me up.
“Looking like that, I’ll let you,” I say flirtatiously, wrapping my legs around his waist. My eyes are hooded, and I bite my lip as my pulse starts to quicken. The look of raw, unadulterated lust and desire in his eyes makes heat streak up my body. I cup his neck and pull his lips to mine, demanding the feel of him. He growls into my mouth, taking back control with his tongue. His hand moves down my back and traces the lace on my thong, down my ass. He stops and flirts with my puckered entrance through my panties.
“Fuck, I want to take you here, Addison,” he says, his voice a rasp against my lips. He presses more into me and my fingers grip his hair as the sensation deliciously burns through me. The heady feeling that he wants me everywhere makes me lose all sense of what is normal or taboo, pushing every inhibition I have out of my head.
“Yes,” I breathe out. My voice is full of need. He groans as he tugs my panties aside and two fingers glide inside my sex. I’m drenched and throbbing. I rock against his fingers, begging for relief.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants, “you’re so perfect.”
He pulls his fingers out, and I bite his lip. He chuckles and smacks me on the ass. “Lie on the bed with that beautiful ass in the air,” he demands, walking us to the bed. When he puts me down, he spins me around, laying his hand on my back, pushing me to bend over. My face hits the cool comforter. My breathing is erratic. He unclasps my bra and it droops down in front of me so I pull my arms through it and throw it to the side. He presses his pelvis against me and leans over, kissing my back as he reaches around and pinches my nipple. I buck my hips against him and a sharp moan slips from my lips. “Don’t move,” he whispers into my ear.
I hear him digging into a bag from behind me. Anticipation of what he’s going to do has me gripping the comforter, my nerves humming. I want to look what he’s doing, but he’s back quickly. He drags his fingers down my back, hooking them under my panties and slowly pulling them down my legs. I shudder when his tongue trails from my clit to my ass. My legs start to shake from tensing them up.
“Put your knees on the bed.” He guides me forward, and I do what he says. I moan again, feeling his tongue circle my clit. His nipping, biting, and sucking has me screaming and my body jerks with spasms in a matter of minutes. He grips my hips so I can’t move against his punishing tongue. Before I can stop spinning, he’s at my entrance and pushes in slowly until he’s fully sheathed inside of me. He grunts, squeezing my thighs. I arch back against him, sticking my ass higher in the air, wanting to feel him deeper.
“Fuck, Addison,” he hisses. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Isn’t that the point,” I mutter, grinding my hips against him.
He grips my hips, stopping me. “Not yet,” he growls loudly. I hear a bottle pop open and feel wetness go in between my butt cheeks. I fist the blanket, waiting. Something foreign touches me, and I jerk my head around. What is that? Aiden holds up a butt plug.
“It’s just this. I thought we should start small,” he smirks and winks at me. He pistons his hips once, and I cry out as he reminds me how big he is. I’m good with starting small. He goes back to rubbing the plug against my ass.
“That better be new,” I murmur. Where the hell did he get a butt plug?
I hear him snicker behind me. He throws down something by my head. I glance and see it’s my bullet. Someone has been digging in my drawer. “You know what to do with it,” he commands softly. I pick it up and put it on my clit. Aiden starts to thrust his hips as he nudges the plug against my ass. He slowly slides it in, allowing me to get used to the feeling before going any farther. The initial pinch subsides quickly. When it’s all the way in, the sensations from the nerve endings back there make me gasp audibly. I arch my back, letting out a cry as he starts moving his hips. I can tell he’s losing control when his pace becomes almost frantic, filling me completely. He grunts under his breath every time he feels the plug rub against him. “Fuck,” he roars.
“Oh…Oh…Aiden!” I scream out in ecstasy as the most intense orgasm explodes inside of me. The delicious burn is almost unbearable. Heat runs down his cock, and I bite down on the blanket to muffle my cries. He grips my hips again, thrusting one last time before his body tenses and he roars my name as we ride out our orgasms together.
He falls forward on me, his chest heaving against my back. His body pushes the plug in, and I moan out in pleasure.
“Holy shit,” he pants. “That was…amazing.” He kisses my back. “You’re amazing,” he whispers against my skin. I search for the bullet still buzzing somewhere under the covers. I press the little button on the back of it, turning it off when I find it. When Aiden pulls out, I still feel full, which is weird. Hmm…I’m not sure how I feel about this after the fact. It’s really awkward, actually. The sex haze has lifted, and I still have a butt plug in my ass.
“Come on, gorgeous. Let’s go take a shower. We have people to meet.”
I hold up a finger as I stand up and pinch my lips together. “Let me go to the bathroom first.” He arches his brow. “Everything okay?” he asks, his voice worried.
“Yes. I just need to take care of this myself.” I point down toward my pelvis area, assuming he’ll know what I’m talking about. I can feel the rush of heat, slowly making its way to my cheeks.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to be em–”
I put my finger to his lips and shake my head. “Don’t. I’ll let you know when you can come in.” I walk backwards toward the bathroom, and Aiden drops his head and shakes it.
Chapter twenty
Aiden and I spot our friends huddled in the lobby. As soon as Sydney sees us coming, she breaks out into “Jail House Rock” by Elvis Presley.
I sigh and roll my eyes. Why do I feel like I’m in a constant musical around these people?
