Chapter Twenty #3
I crawled on top of her, pressed my lips to hers, and gently stroked my tongue around the inside of her mouth, letting my dick tease her entrance while I kissed the hell out of her.
I had no idea it was possible to want someone this badly.
I’d definitely been fucking all the wrong people until she showed up.
I leaned back and grabbed my dick to line myself up. She smiled at me like she was in awe.
“What?” I asked, leaning forward and pushing the tip in. “Still amazed by the size, Hawaii?”
She laughed. “No, I’m getting used to that. Sometimes I just can’t believe you want to fuck me. You’re the hottest guy in the world and you’re in my bed. Again. I was pretty sure you’d lose interest in me by now. I swear I’m not doubting you, I’m just…I’m getting used to the idea is all.”
I buried myself to the hilt and sighed in relief as she squeezed herself tight around me. “Get used to it, baby, because there is nowhere else I want to be. Possibly ever.”
She laughed, her whole face lighting up like it was a joke, the kind someone says when they’re inside you. But I wasn’t even remotely joking. I was crazy about this girl and dangerously close to becoming attached to my friend with benefits in a very nonsexual way.
Who am I kidding? I’m already completely attached.
After we finished our second game of the weekend, I called Aunt Sloane while Sophia and the guys crowded into a fast-food restaurant before we made the trip back to campus. I’d won a bet after all, and I needed to figure out if I could pay up.
“Hey,” Aunt Sloane said. “Shouldn’t you be calling your other aunt after a weekend of hockey?” I did usually call Aunt Lavi to talk about my games. She was such an avid hockey fan that she sometimes gave me tips on improving my game that actually panned out.
“I’m not calling about the games. We won both, in case she’s hovering to find out.”
Aunt Sloane laughed and quickly relayed the message to Aunt Lavi.
“I’m calling about the concert next week,” I said tentatively.
“Yes! It starts at eight. When do you want me to pick you up? We can grab dinner before, if you have time.”
I took a deep breath. “Um, actually…” I trailed off. I didn’t want to hurt my aunt, she and Lavi were like another set of parents to me. Aunt Sloane and I had seen M?neskin a couple times already and she’d forgive me for wanting to take my friend who had never seen them before.
Right?
“Leo, are you about to ditch me? Because if you are, you better pony up and say it,” she said. “A better offer came along?”
“Not exactly. I’m so sorry,” I said in a rush. “I hate myself for asking but is there any chance I could convince you to let me have both tickets so I could take a friend from college? She’s never seen M?neskin before and she really loves them.”
“What?” Aunt Sloane yelled. “You’re ditching me and you want my ticket? I don’t even get to go anymore?”
“I’m so sorry. I feel terrible, okay? I made a bet with a friend and told her if I won, I’d take her to a concert. It turns out she loves M?neskin and is hoping that’s the concert I’ll take her to. I feel like a total ass but—”
Sloane sighed. “You gave my ticket away to a fuck buddy?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. People ditch their families for sex and love. Which is it, kid?”
I hesitated. It wasn’t really either of those things. It was so much more than sex for me, but I wasn’t going to start throwing the word love around when Sophia hadn’t even caught up to the idea that I wanted to ask her out for real.
“Sex,” I finally answered, not wanting to reveal my infatuation with someone who’d literally come to me because of my reputation. I’d only further embarrass myself when everyone realized I was the one who was going to have their heart broken in this arrangement.
“You owe me big time,” she said firmly.
“Really?”
“Yes. I’ll email you the tickets.”
“Thank you. Thank you! I’ll pay you back for the tickets. And we can go to any concert you want next. I saw Shinedown is coming next summer.”
“You better make sure your fuck buddy doesn’t love them too,” she quipped. “This girl better be really hot if you’re ditching me.”
“She is so fucking hot, Aunt Sloane. And she’s smart too.”
“That seems doubtful if all it takes is one concert ticket for her to fuck around with you,” Aunt Sloane said. “Feel free to bring my apology gift to Thanksgiving.”
I laughed. She didn’t really want a gift but I’d probably buy her something anyway. “You’re the best, Aunt Sloane. I owe you.”
“What was that? The best? Like world’s best auntie?
” Aunt Sloane had been vying for this position since before I was even born, and I was pretty sure it all boiled down to the fact that my parents had gotten her and her wife each a mug that said World’s Best Auntie.
She’d never handled sharing the title very well, especially since I’d been so close to Aunt Lavi when I was little.
“Will you let that go yet?” Aunt Lavi yelled in the background.
I chuckled. “You know it, Aunt Sloane. The title is yours again. But you have to break it to your wife,” I said before saying goodbye and hanging up so I could grab some dinner before the bus took off.