Chapter 14 Aiden
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
AIDEN
I don’t want to go back yet, but I want whatever I’m feeling to stop. It’s thick and heavy and I don’t know whether to lean into it or push it away.
I should push it away.
More than that, I should want to push it away.
I can’t believe he was there. I really didn’t care if Cam came or not. I just mentioned it and really didn’t think he’d come tonight. It’s not exactly Cam’s scene, so I was surprised. He came to support me.
And he brought Sawyer.
Who left with me, not his friends. The gym was close, so I asked him if he’d mind that I shower quickly. The basement was stifling and I could feel the sweat dripping down my spine. I grabbed a change of clothes from my trunk and showered while he waited in the car.
“Where do you want to go?”
Sawyer looks at me. He’s had this smile on his face since we left. “I don’t care. I don’t have anything else to do.” I’ve always loved long drives, just me and the night air. Now, when I do this alone, I feel like something is missing.
A tap tap tap sounds on the car windows.
“Shit.” Sawyer laughs, rolling his window down and sticking his arm out to feel the oncoming rain. “I love it when it rains.” I tighten my grip on the wheel, focusing on the road and not the man beside me who has no idea how distracting he is.
I don’t talk to anyone. People are a chore.
There’s just something about him, though.
I don’t know how to describe it. I don’t know whether I should be running from it. All I know is when I’m with him everything feels strangely natural. He doesn’t feel like a stranger, more like an old friend. Familiar and reliable. Warm.
Sawyer feels warm.
He pulls his wet arm back in and rolls up his window.
“You like the rain?” I ask.
“I love the rain. I like thunderstorms and gloomy weather. I’m weird. Hate the cold, but I love the way it looks when it snows.” He laughs, and it’s like sunlight. I can’t explain it any other way. There’s a break in the trees and I pull down the dirt path.
It’s on Ivan’s property, but I know him and I know his goons. None of them come out here. They don’t have a reason to. Koda knows, but Koda knows everyone’s secrets. I kill the lights and let the engine idle for a moment.
“Where are we?” Sawyer asks.
I think about how much I want to tell him. “Woods behind my house.”
“You don’t want to take me to your house?”
That’s the last fucking thing I want.
If we go anywhere, it’s going to be his house.
In his bed.
Sawyer swings the door open and steps out. “What are you doing!?” I follow him, circling around the car as he stands in the rain.
“It’s creepy out here. It’s so dark.”
The sky above is pitch black and punched with stars. The moon is full, letting a sliver of light through the trees.
Which is fine. I only see Sawyer.
He looks at me through the rain, and water drips from his black hair as he walks toward me. Slowly. Almost as slow as the smile spreading across his face. I want to be here. I want to. I almost lost that match tonight. I’m never this distracted.
“So,” he murmurs, so close now I swear I can feel his heat on my skin, his lips only a foot away from me. I can feel the heat from him soaking into me. “You have fun fighting like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Getting hit in the face doesn’t sound like fun.”
When Cam told me about his boyfriend’s date with this man last year, I thought Bo had dodged a bullet. Cam made Sawyer seem tedious and like work. A lot of work.
Now I think I’m lucky nothing came of him and Bo, because they aren’t together and Sawyer is here with me.
“I don’t get hit very often.”
He smirks, sucking his teeth. “Got hit a lot tonight.”
“I was distracted.”
I watch his tongue drag across his bottom lip, and then that smirk that lets me know he caught me. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but it’s a sweet torture I’m helpless to fight.
“Distracted by what?” He steps closer, then I feel his arms snake around my waist. We’re both soaked, but he doesn’t move to get in the car, he just holds me here. And I stand here drowning. “Is it because you kissed me a bunch and want to do it again?”
“Maybe.” There’s that little tug. I should pull myself out of his arms but I’m weak. This pull I can’t describe, it keeps bringing me back. Magnetic. Impossible to stay away from.
I should have dropped him off.
Now I’m here, rain soaked and ruined.
Sawyer watches me a moment before he reaches out. His hands come up around my neck, his thumb skimming along my jaw. I catch his wrist and hold it, searching his diamond eyes. Clear. Bright. Beautiful.
“What do you want, Aiden?”
Freedom.
That’s what I want. It’s what I’m supposed to be chasing.
This, though . . . fuck.
This almost feels better.
“Kiss me.”
I suck in a breath as his forehead brushes mine, his thumb still on my jaw caressing my skin. Soft and sensual. He pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes before his lips press against mine, and his body presses into me, guiding me up against my car.
My clothes are cold and clinging to my body, but his warmth soaks into me. My hands slide down his shoulders to his biceps, squeezing. His skin is cold from the rain, but somehow we’re burning.
The kiss starts off gentle and slow. Tasting. Rain hits my skin as he kisses me slowly, pressing me against my car. My hands remain on his biceps until they slide up and into his hair, pulling a trigger I didn’t know he was barely holding onto.
His fingers curl under my thighs, lifting me onto the hood as he kisses me harder, and my fingers fist his damp hair. His mouth is frantic against mine. I feel the kiss everywhere. His tongue pokes out, swiping the seem of my lips, and I take him greedily.
“Fuck, Aiden,” he breathes against my lips before diving back in. This feeling is insane.
“I feel fucking crazy,” I breathe against his lips, insanity wrapped up in a reckless package. Sawyer deepens the kiss—hard, teeth clashing, tongues battling for space.
The sky cracks above us, but I can barely hear it over the sound of his moans and the roaring in my ears.
His fingers slip on my wet skin.
“Don’t talk to me about crazy,” he whispers against my lips. His breaths are heavy. Wet and desperate. “I’m losing my fucking mind.”
Sawyer’s hand lands on my chest, pushing me back against the hood. Rain falls on me. I should be freezing, but I’m burning alive.
“How private is it out here?” he asks.
“What?”
“How alone are we, Aiden?”
So alone. I shake my head, getting my shit together. “Alone.”
He nods. His hand slides up, fisting my shirt, then slips up my stomach, making me shiver. Rain hammers around us. I’m drenched but too afraid to move. I don’t want this to stop.
“What are you doing?” I follow his line of sight, looking down. He’s taking in my cock—hard, my wet shorts sucked to my skin.
“Damn, Aiden.” Sawyer’s fingers curl into the band of my shorts. “Let’s get in the car. You’re cold.”
I don’t feel like it. My skin is on fire. I lift off the hood and waste no time pulling him behind me, the sound of his laugh light and airy.
“Eager?”
No fucking idea.
“Frustrated,” I growl, attacking his lips before he even gets the door shut. There’s not a ton of room back here. Most of my clothes are in the trunk, but I do have a pillow back here and a blanket. He takes it with a questioning look. “Just a blanket.”
“And a pillow?”
I debate whether to tell him. It seems like he’s getting all my secrets. I don’t want to lie about it, but I can’t let him know. It would open the door for too many questions. “I was doing laundry.”
Sawyer looks at the pillow then nods. “Lie back on it.”
Rain hammers against the windows. I don’t care that I’m soaking the seats. I don’t care about anything but the perfect way his body lies on mine and the way he fits between my thighs. I have clothes in the trunk; I’ll figure it out tomorrow.
His hand slips under my shirt making me shiver. His fingers find my pec, squeezing and kneading my muscles, before his thumb dusts across my nipple sending an electric shock to my balls.
He leans down, and at first I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead his lips land on my chest, kissing me through the soaked fabric of my shirt.
He looks up as his lips travel down, then he moves my shirt up and his scorching lips land on my stomach.
“Fuck, Aiden.” He nuzzles against my happy trail, inhaling as he kisses down. “I want to taste you so fucking bad.”
Water drips from his black hair.
I reach out and smooth a couple of rogue strands back. He’s so fucking handsome. Cupping his jaw, I bring his lips back up to mine. His cool fingers run under my shirt, touching and teasing. My windows are fogged, the air heavy with the scent of rain and his body wash.
Slow and soft, his lips indulge in mine. “Are you cold, baby?”
My skin heats.
“No.”
My fingers comb into his hair. I feel his thumb ghost across my nipple again and watch those beautiful lips curve into a smile when I shiver.
What am I doing?
I’m not sure, but I know I can’t stop. Sawyer’s fingers travel down, playing with the hair above my waistband. “Can I, Aiden?”
“Can you what?” His fingers play along the band, and I already know whatever he wants, he’ll get.
I’m not sure what I want, but I know I don’t want him anywhere else.
He leans down, kissing my chest, then pushes my shirt up, and I lift, letting him guide the damp fabric off me.
Those plump lips latch onto my nipple, and I clutch the back of his head, melting into the seat.
There’s not much room back here, but I want to see how creative he gets.
“Please,” I breathe as his lips kiss a slow path down my stomach.
“What can I do?” He nips at my hip bone.