Chapter 26
aimee
I rolled over in bed, trying to ignore the light seeping into the room from the cracks between the curtains. I tried to draw my blankets higher, but I was met with resistance. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, attempting to hold onto sleep.
I grunted, trying to pull the blankets free, when I felt a tap on my nose. I wiped at it, and lamented the fact that sleep was done. I groggily opened my eyes to see Eloise curled up on my bed next to me.
I yelped and jerked backwards, nearly falling off the bed, my heart pounding. She hogged my blankets and stared at me with a shit-eating grin.
“I’m awake, so spill,” she said.
My heart was beating wildly. I glared at her, rolled over. and squeezed my eyes shut.
“You have this terrible habit of not letting me sleep in on this trip—so no,” I said.
I felt her wiggle closer, her body pressed along my back
I huffed. “You have a personal space issue,” I said, unable to move away.
“Yeah, but you love me anyways.”
“Debatable,” I mumbled into the pillow.
“You love me so much that you’re not going to leave me hanging,” she said, poking me.
“Again, debatable. I’m trying to sleep.”
She poked me again, harder, and I hissed out a breath. I ungraciously kicked back and it just made her dig her fingers in. I yelped and tried to squirm away.
“So, did he fuck you? Because there’s no way that man doesn’t fuck.”
My eyes opened, and I stilled—my heart starting a rapid rhythm in my chest.
“The way you just tensed up…I would say yes,” and I could hear the grin in her voice.
I rolled over and glared at my best friend, trying to hide my real feelings behind annoyance.
“He didn’t…we didn’t.”
God, I couldn’t even get the words out. Heat flooded my cheeks, embarrassment filling me, and I knew that I’d failed at blocking my feelings from her. I knew that Eloise wasn’t a virgin—that she’d had sex with both guys and girls. While I’d never asked for the details, she’d happily provide them.
Eloise also knew that Asher and I had never gotten further than making out and some heavy touching. But it had been our plan to celebrate in that way, after qualifying…or at least I thought it had been. Now I wondered if I was better off, one less thing to be heartbroken over.
We’d waited because I had this fear that it would complicate everything. The anxiety filled my brain with loud voices that constantly made me feel not ready. Asher had never pressured me, but maybe…
“No. Stop it.”
Eloise poked my forehead—hard—snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts.
“Ouch.” I said, rubbing the spot.
“You not sleeping with Asher didn’t push him to Brittney.”
More heat flooded my cheeks, and I shifted uncomfortably under the blankets.
“I’ve known you forever Aimee Bryant. And I know where your head just went. Do. Not. Listen. To. It.”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice quiet.
“So, he didn’t fuck you?”
I shook my head.
“He wanted to though, he said as much.”
“Of course he does. But if he didn’t, he clearly did something else, because you were a boneless bag of Aimee last night, and you had the look on your face.”
What Lukas did last night replayed in my head and I squeezed my legs together at the first fluttering throb between my legs.
“Oh, did he eat you out? I love it when they do that.”
My brain showed me images of Lukas’s head between my legs, and I clamped a hand over my mouth. I could almost feel the stubble on the inside of my thighs.
“It started off as a foot rub, and then he did the muscle above my knee.”
“Skiing bothered it, didn’t it?”
“A bit,” I admitted.
“Okay, and then? He’s got magic fingers, doesn’t he?”
I flushed hot, and Eloise giggled with glee. And I told her everything, recounted every moment and every touch and told her that her spicy romances were safe from a pyre for now.
“Who would have thought that Aimee Bryant would be an exhibitionist?”
I gasped. “Eloise!”
“What? You have always performed for crowds.”
I shoved her, and she started laughing.
“You’re terrible.”
“And you want him to actually bend you over that couch and fuck you senseless. I know the books you read on my digital reader, Aimes. You like some depraved shit.”
I pulled the blanket over my head.
“I’m going to give Lukas all the titles, and he can look them up. That man definitely likes to play in bed, I can tell. So, set those rules and boundaries. Then, let him do whatever depraved stuff he wants, while he worships you.”
I peek out of the blankets.
“You think he is?”
“That man definitely has kinks. And I want you to fill me in on all of them.”
I blushed, hard. Eloise wasn’t wrong. Some of the stuff I’d read in the books she’d recommended to me over the years had piqued my interest.
“The other day he threw me over his shoulder and when I complained, he smacked my ass.”
Eloise laughed loudly. “And I’m just now hearing about this?”
My face felt like it was on fire. I hadn’t hated the feeling of it—the sharp sting, the heat and I definitely hadn’t hated how his palm had smoothed over it, easing the pain. It had sent tingles through my body, and a pulsing need had started between my thighs.
Eloise had spent another hour trying to get me to replay last night over and over again.
The visuals weren’t the problem, but continuing to try and form the words.
I don’t know if Eloise understood that she was causing me a great amount of physical discomfort, or if she was just missing Cami and wanted to live vicariously.
She got up and got ready before me, telling me to hurry my ass up in the shower if I wanted breakfast.
Hot water beat down on already tender skin.
Every prick of water ratcheted up my sensitivity until I was panting.
I glanced at the shower head and wished it detached from the wall.
My fingers would have to do as I slid them down my body and pressed between my tights.
My whole body jerked at the first touch, and I bit my lip.
I slid my fingers through and moved them back until they found my clit and the first circle nearly had my knees buckling.
I couldn’t remember the last time I was this turned on…well, that’s a lie.
It was last night, but I’d never gotten myself this worked up before.
Recounting last night and the skiing date…
I felt hot. My whole body trembled as my fingers moved.
Light circles turned into harder ones. My other hand left the wall, and I leaned my back against it instead—the wet tile cool on my back.
My eyes were sealed shut and my lips parted, breaths gasping and uneven.
I used one hand to hold myself open and the other to explore and rub and circle and carry me ever higher.
And higher.
And higher.
My breaths quickened.
My legs shook.
I slipped a finger in, and then two and I pumped and that wasn’t enough, so I moved back to my clit and rubbed faster, harder.
I could feel my body tensing as the edge came ever closer.
I imagined it was Lukas’s hands—and I knew what they felt like.
I knew how full I felt just with his fingers hooked inside of me.
I caught myself on the edge of the tub as my knees collapsed and my other hand kept moving, my fingers kept circling dragging out the orgasm. Breaths sawed out of me, and I kept going—feeling it build again—higher and sharper.
Then, it crashed, and I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper.
My whole body shook as I collapsed to the tub floor and let the hot water beat down on my trembling, naked body. I sat up, my arms barely able to support my weight, when I heard the click of the door to the room open and then shut.
And then Lukas stood there.
I froze and watched as his eyes raked over my very naked body, pooled in a heap at the bottom of the tub. Heat flared for a moment, before they filled with worry and concern.
“Eloise said I should come get you, but I heard a thud and used the key she gave me,” he said all of this while ripping the clear curtain back further and gripping me by my arms. He was getting soaked as the water was hitting the rumpled curtain causing it to spray everywhere.
“Are you okay? Did you fall? What hurts? Is it your knee?”
I felt like heat should be burning my cheeks, that embarrassment should be suffusing my whole body, but it wasn’t. The voices that used to scream in my head with Asher, they were nonexistent with Lukas.
Instead, a very different kind of heat was itching over my skin and that fluttering was back between my legs, and it didn’t matter that I had just come— hard—twice in less than fifteen minutes, I was ready to go again now that Lukas was here.
He helped me to my feet, and I wanted nothing more than for him to join me in this shower. How would he respond if I just pulled him in, or if I just started stripping him of his clothes?
I thought that maybe I should be more self-conscious about being naked in front of him, but for whatever reason, I wasn’t. I didn’t care about the ugly scar on my knee, I didn’t care that I wasn’t as toned as I used to be.
I just wanted to feel his hands on my skin, trailing, tracing, and branding me.
So, I reached out and fisted the front of his shirt, tugging him towards me.
My gaze never left his as I did so. He came willingly, hunger and heat burning in his gaze.
He quickly stepped out of his shoes before stepping under the spray fully clothed—they feel rough on my sensitive skin.
I gasped and then his hands were cradling my face as he kissed me.
Tilting my head back, angling me so that he could deepen and devour me.
I felt him stiffen between us, and while I wasn’t sure I was quite ready to go all the way, I knew I wanted to reciprocate for last night.
I didn’t let doubt sneak in, and I slid my hand between our bodies until I felt him through the denim of his jeans.