Chapter Ten
Skye
“Should we address the elephant in the room?” I said as we walked into Aaron’s cabin.
I was still reeling from the kiss. After the kiss had ended we’d floated apart and gone our separate ways to get dried off and dressed. Now I was staring at the singular bed in his cabin with the taste of him still on my lips, wondering if things were going to go further.
I wasn’t going to push Aaron on this. I wanted him, but if he was too worried about his friendship with my brother, I couldn’t fault him.
“Kyle’s a menace, but he’s not an elephant.” Aaron’s posture was too stiff even for him.
I snorted. “You are way too attached to Kyle already.”
“Whatever, you were saying?”
“Two people, one bed, Aaron.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, that could be a little awkward.”
We were both fairly blunt with each other, but there were things left unsaid. I decided to push the issue. “Awkward because you want to have sex with me or because you don’t?”
He huffed out a humorless laugh. “Because I do, but I can’t.”
“We’re back on Cliff again, I see.” I had my answer. It wasn’t the one I wanted, but hell, that was life. “Let’s just get some sleep.” I crawled into the bed and made myself comfortable.
Aaron stood without moving and watched me settle in.
“Problem?”
He shook his head. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Exactly what a girl wants to hear.”
“You know what I mean.” Showing zero modesty, he shoved his shorts to the floor and kicked them aside, then pulled his shirt over his head. When he was down to his boxers, he turned to crawl into bed beside me.
Ugh, what had I done to deserve this?
His thighs were thick where his shorts had been covering them, his sun tan ending a few inches below his boxer shorts. I’d seen his chest and arms when we’d been swimming, even been wrapped in them, but the sight still stole my breath.
This was going to be a long night.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he whined before dropping onto his back on top of the blankets.
“Like what?”
“Like if it weren’t for your stupid brother I’d be getting laid tonight.” He punched the pillow under his head then settled in.
“I mean, where’s the lie?”
He groaned, and it really did not help the heat between my thighs.
“Look, let’s just go to sleep. You’ve made it clear you don’t want to do anything, in case Cliff gets upset, and that’s fine. I won’t look at you like you’re a chocolate cake. It would help if you covered up all this…” I gestured vaguely toward the broad expanse of naked skin.
“Too hot to sleep with a shirt and blankets.”
I huffed out a breath and rolled so my back was facing him. I pulled the blanket to my chin, despite it being muggy and warm in the cabin.
See.
Easy.
All I had to do was ignore the heat coming off his body, the sound of his breathing, the smell of sunscreen and pine on his skin, the fact that he was so fucking sexy it hurt, and that I hadn’t gotten laid in way too long and I was good to go.
The gentle swish of four little paws landing on the quilt sounded.
Good. Kyle can cock-block for us.
He made his way carefully up the bed, being sure to step on my boob as he moved to the top.
Kyle butted his head against my temple and the soothing sound of his purring filled my ear. He wrapped himself around my head like he always did, and that little piece of familiarity in a situation that was anything but had me nodding off to sleep.
* * *
The dark of the cabin had given way to early daylight when I woke up needing to pee. Aaron was sleeping soundly beside me, having not moved a muscle.
Kyle was down at the foot of the bed, but jumped to the floor and tripped me in the dark as I made my way to the bathroom.
Once I’d done my business, I moved quickly back to bed. The cabin was cooler now, and the wood on my bare feet had me shivering. I slid back under the blankets and pulled them to my chin, rolling so my back was to Aaron again. A moment later, he shifted and his heavy arm wrap around my waist.
I glanced over my shoulder. He was still asleep.
He banded his arm around me and pulled me back against his chest.
His very bare, muscular, drool-worthy chest.
The heat of his body was nice against mine after the chill of the air, but there was one very big problem.
A hard problem, I’d say.
I had myself in a pickle.
Something I should deal with head-on.
A problem that would keep popping up until it was dealt with.
A lengthy problem.
A weighty problem.
A problem as obvious as a tent pitched in the woods. Or a mushroom growing from a sea of moss.
In other words, his giant hard dick was pressed against me.
I could just ignore what was happening. Aaron was asleep after all, and I should do the same.
But how the hell was I supposed to do that now? I was in a dry spell to end all dry spells, and he was revved and ready to go.
Heat built between my thighs, and the urge to slide my hand between them was strong.
But that was wrong and creepy.
I adjusted my position, nestling further into the blanket and maybe a little closer to him. He grunted and thrust his hips forward, rubbing his length against my back in his sleep.
Dammit. I really had not meant to do that.
I really wanted to keep doing that.
But nothing had changed. He still didn’t see me as Skye, he saw me as Cliff’s sister. His arms wrapping around me didn’t change that.
I just needed to settle in and go to sleep. There wasn’t anything else I could do. But when I tried to get comfortable and rubbed against him again—totally accidentally—his breathing hitched.
I glanced over my shoulder to see his eyes flutter open. He blinked a few times and held my gaze. “Skye?”
I hummed in acknowledgment and fought to hold still.
His arm tightened around me. He glanced down between us, seeming to realize what was happening. “Shit, sorry.”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about his erection or his arm around me. Either way my answer was the same. “It’s good…I mean okay, it’s okay.”
“Do you want me to move back?” he asked, his voice soft in the dim light.
I shook my head.
“You like me touching you?”
I nodded and held my breath.
His eyes fluttered shut and his nostrils flared. He pulled his arm back from where it was banded around me, and my stomach fell. I’d pushed him too far and now he was retreating.
Except instead of taking his hand away, he moved it to my stomach and spread his fingers wide, pressing it against the bare skin between the top of my shorts and the bottom of my T-shirt. He pushed gently against my stomach encouraging my hips back against his straining cock.
He moaned and cursed under his breath.
“I want you,” he admitted. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”
“Then take me.”
My words hung between us in the small bed, then he moved his hand. Inch by inch he slid it upward, under the hem of my T-shirt until the tip of his thumb grazed the underside of my breast. I pressed my hips back and we both moaned.
His breathing was coming faster against the back of my neck as his hand continued to explore upward, over the swell of my breast, and finally sliding over my eager nipple. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and ground my hips against his cock.
“Like that?” he asked as he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently.
I nodded.
“Fuck it, let’s do this right.”