27. Gilli
Gilli
W hat am I doing? I’ve lost the plot.
A normal person is content with one or two people to screw. Hell, I’ve had friends take two people at the same time. Guys, girls, it didn’t matter.
The more the merrier.
That’s not me. I’ve never jumped from one dude to another in my life. I’ve never even dated more than one.
But the dominoes are falling. And I’ve got this deep ache inside of me.
For the first time in my life, I’m hungry.
Last night, Soren was the guy with his head between my legs. Tonight, all I can think about is Aiden and his decency, how he not only made dinner but cleaned up. How worried he’d looked throughout my story. How he offered to nail the son of a bitch who threatened me.
His concern isn’t fake. He means it when he says he cares, and even though it’s weird, it feels good.
His brown eyes go darker.
“Come on, little fighter.” He keeps crooking his finger to get me to move faster.
He’s staring like he’s caught in a trap and he’s not sure how to free himself even though he wants to. I pass him and he lets out a small groan, turning with me and hitching slightly on his bad knee.
We’re doing this.
So I grab him by the shirt and pull him the rest of the way over the threshold.
His room is different from the others. The wood paneling is unpainted here, the bed sturdy with an iron headboard and footboard. A red Turkish rug covers the bland gray carpeting. Two black and white shots of football players mid tackle in black frames hang above the dresser.
“Snuggles, huh?” he asks.
His voice through me. “I’d rather not be alone.” I want you .
“I understand.”
I’m too nervous to turn and look at him. Too nervous to do anything besides go to the bed, curl up under the covers on my side, and wait for Aiden to spoon me. The bed linens are red, his favorite color, and sumptuous.
“Thanks for not making a big deal out of this,” I blurt out.
Soft, cool sheets against my cheeks, and Aiden’s body warm and solid as he slides up close behind me. His arm drops over my waist, pulling me flush against his front, his hand resting on my thigh.
“Why would I make a big deal out of it?” His breath tickles my ear and I shiver.
“Because it’s a little weird to ask for comfort after…last night.”
“What you do and who you do it with is your business.” Aiden’s fingers massage my thigh. No doubt finding the dimples there. “It’s not up to me to tell you to stop. Or to tell you who. Besides, I’m the one in your bed now.”
Need trickles through me and awareness sends a tingle along my back. My eyes train on the wall but I feel every rigid line of Aiden’s body. This was supposed to be about comfort, about physical touch with someone who makes me feel safe.
Instead, his fingers trace along my skin and up underneath the hem of my shirt. I catch my breath but he draws them down to the end of my sleep shorts without lingering, a searching caress without being too overt.
“Do you need anything? Some water, another blanket…”
“Just you,” I murmur.
“I should get us some water.”
He’s off the bed in the next beat and the chill left behind takes me by surprise.
I shift, hurrying after him. Scrambling. “Where are you going? Aiden.”
He stops abruptly before he reaches the door and I slam into his back, catching the tail end of his soft chuckle. “I wanted to see if you would follow me.”
I smack him but not hard enough to make him flinch. It’s barely a hit at all. He’s joking, and my heart twists like a jumping bean. “You jerk.”
“I’m just playing with you, Gilli.”
“You’re always playing with me.” I tilt my head to the side, looking up at him.
Does he know how much I need that in my life? Play, laughs, lightheartedness?
We step closer to each other at the same time and I press my hands to his chest. It’s nice. Easy. When Aiden’s mouth meets mine, I sigh, leaning into him and relishing every point of contact. He’s strong, and broad-shouldered. Muscled in all the right ways and leaner than Soren.
Shame rises the moment the comparison does.
It isn’t right to compare them—they’re cousins, friends, they have an unshakeable bond no one will ever get between. And I want to fuck them both.
Aiden’s kiss is sweet. He teases my lower lip with his teeth and his arms band around my waist to pull me forward. I jump on him and wrap my legs around his waist, grinding my heat against his hardness.
“This isn’t snuggling, Gilli,” he reminds me.
He’s ready for me. I think he’s been ready since the night I got here.
“I know.”
Aiden carries us both to the bed and stops for half a beat, changing the angle of the kiss and probing my lips with his tongue to ask for more. Like he has to ask .
I’m not sure I’m able to refuse this man anything .
He is so tender and soft after what he’s been through. He has darkness in him the same way I do—he’s not innocent. But he’s done his best to make amends, and maybe that’s what I like and appreciate about him.
The longer he kisses me, the easier it is for the walls to come tumbling down.
Aiden turns and drops down, landing on his back and taking me down with him. The movement is fast enough to make me squeal in delight and I grab onto him, catching a glimpse of his grin.
“You think you’re adorable, don’t you?” I say in a low tone.
I reach out to brush a lock of his hair back to better see his face.
“I don’t think so. I know so,” he retorts. “I think you’ve seen it, too.”
“I did come in here to cuddle.” I bury my face against the crook of his neck and draw in his scent.
Salt and musk
His hands are light and probing on my hips, but he's holding himself back. This position brings the hard ridge of him directly against my core. I arch again to add some friction between us, and he clears his throat.
“You didn’t want to cuddle, Gilli.” His smile widens. “At least, not yet. We’ll get to cuddling later. ”
Aiden glides his palms down to my ass and cups me, lifting me higher on his lap. My knees are on either side of his waist, his legs over the edge of the bed, and my skin hums with urgency.
I dig my nails into his chest. “What are we going to do right now?” I purr.
“The better question is what aren’t we going to do.”
He grabs my braids, drawing me to him and kissing me deeply. His tongue swipes against mine again, his eyes closed, but mine are open. I see every play of emotion across his face.
Aiden isn’t the kind of person to hide anything.
His eyes pop open to find me watching him and he growls. “Stop it.”
My heart pumps harder looking at him. He makes my mouth go dry and my pussy wet.
It feels so good to have him touch me this way, to want me. To know I’m able to ask for what I need and not feel like it’s too much.
Things with Soren are primal and chaotic. They are a deep well and a bonfire waiting for me at the bottom. Aiden is different as he soothes a different sort of ache inside of me. Another piece of me in need of being seen and acknowledged. Even if it’s just for tonight.
I sigh when he pulls his mouth from mine and kisses down my neck, scraping his teeth lightly against my collarbone. His fingers pry at the hem of my shirt and he tugs it over my head.
“I’ve seen these tits in your videos on the app,” he says. “And once in the dark. They’re much better in person.”
He lifts one, spying my freckles, and groans. His callused thumb brushes over them and I shiver.
He scoots us back on the bed until he’s flat against the mattress, drawing a squeal out of me. Then he pulls me down to him and latches onto one hard nipple.
The pull of his mouth causes an answering tug in my core. My sleep shorts are soaked through, and his cock presses into me, strained by his pants. He’s so hard.
God . And the way he looks at me?—
“Turn around and get on your knees,” Aiden requests.
His hands are on my thighs and toying with the edge of my shorts. I shift, grinding along his cock before turning and showing him my ass.
I tense, biting down on my lip, when his hands move to cup me. Will he hate it? Will he make a comment on the size or the dimples, the stretch marks?
“This fucking ass, Gilli, I swear to god. I want to bite every inch of it.”
“I—” I stop myself from telling him how much I hate it.
He grabs my shorts and tugs them down. I move forward on my hands, allowing him to pull them off, but the motion gives him a front row seat to my southern climes.
“You’re dripping wet, aren’t you? You are absolutely soaked,” he whispers. “Fuck.”
He strips my panties off one ankle and then the other before tugging me backward and settling. Then sweeps his tongue across my core and laps at me, then sucks deeply at my clit.
The sucking motion is pure pleasure. He makes me mindless in half a heartbeat and I’m panting, digging into the sheets with my nails.
This position brings his cock right in front of my face. I pull at the drawstrings of his sweatpants until it bobs free, the bulbous head already slicked with precum. I pump his dick with my hand until he groans.
“You have no idea how fucking good it feels to have your hands on me,” he mutters.
I feel every word and the heat of his breath tickles me.
“You mean like this?” I gently scrape my nails from the underside of the head down to the base and cup his balls.
Aiden loses his breath, his body stiffening. “Dammit, Gilli. ”
My name, dragged animalistic from the back of his throat, is an aphrodisiac.
A splinter of reality intercedes. “This doesn’t hurt you?” I whisper. “This position? My…weight?”
Aiden only growls and buries his face in me. “I’m fine.” I feel his words on my core.
The first salty taste of him on my tongue makes me shiver. I dip my tongue across his slit and down the curve of the head of his dick, all along the shaft before I suck him deep into my throat.
Aiden jerks, sending his cock to my uvula.
Sixty-nine isn’t my forte, but with him…