Chapter 18
Aiden
Zephyr was pissed about Rafe coming to dinner.
Evidently, he felt like it was necessary to prepare some huge meal so he could impress the Prince, even though he claimed not to give a shit what he thought.
“No Wyatt,” he’d growled. “He’s not allowed here unless you expressly invite him.”
Skye had only rolled her eyes, and now we were in the small gym inside the apartment. I was bench-pressing quite a bit, since Zephyr and I were almost equal in strength, while Skye only lifted some dumbbells.
“So…about Rafe…” I said slowly.
“Oh, my God. Don’t tell me you’re mad about the Prince coming to dinner, too?” Skye sighed.
I laughed. “No, baby. That’s not it.”
“So you’re concerned that he shares a hotel room with Wyatt?” she said.
I laughed again, more surprised. “What? I don’t care about that.”
“Zephyr does,” Skye muttered, and I barely held back another laugh. What the hell did Zephyr care about that for? “What about Rafe, then?”
“So, he was helping me earlier, and he’s all like ‘it’s a shame Skye didn’t invite me back after our dance party’,” I said, deepening my voice in an impression of Rafe.
Skye snorted, then giggled. “That accent was awful.”
I stared in mock outrage. My impressions were always spot on. “Whatever. Why would he say that to me?”
“Because…he clearly wanted to get into bed with me?” Skye said slowly.
“Or us,” I said under my breath.
“What was that?” Skye said, leaning forward to catch my gaze.
I cleared my throat. “Or us,” I repeated.
Skye grinned, looking surprised. “You think Rafe wants to get into bed with us?”
I shrugged. She shook her head, then went back to lifting. I did a few more reps before pausing, feeling like I was about to vibrate out of my skin.
“You’re okay with that?” I blurted out.
“Okay with what?” Skye dropped her weights onto the mat. She grinned at the responding banging on the wall. Zephyr hated when she slammed the weights.
“He’s like…” I chewed my lip for a moment. “He’s like…flirting with me.”
Skye laughed, and when she didn’t immediately reply, my heart rate spiked.
Holy shit.
“Rafe is into me?!”
Skye laughed again. “No, Aiden, I think he’s just a sexy guy and he doesn’t know how to turn it off.”
She bent down to pick up the set of dumbbells, not quite dismissing the conversation, but almost.
“But you’ve talked to him about this?” I hedged, rounding on her slightly to see her face.
Skye looked at me in the mirror. “He uh…he’s down for activities.”
I felt a little better now that I knew the Prince didn’t have some crush on me, but my heart still pounded in my chest.
“Are you upset?” Skye asked, watching my stance with concern.
I shook my head. I wasn’t, really. I was just…sort of confused.
“How did that conversation even come up?” I asked.
“So, Rafe and I were messing around,” she said slowly, then blushed as I grinned. “We were messing around and Rafe kept mentioning how you could be there with us, too. And I did like how we were at the club…”
Ah. Now I was starting to understand what was going on.
“You talked about me while Rafe got you off?” I asked, not even able to hide my shit-eating grin.
Skye’s eyes flashed. “Maybe. What do you think about that?”
What did I think about that?
“That’s pretty hot, baby.”
Skye made a playful sound when I grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back to my front with a hand on her throat. She stared at me in the mirror, pursing her lips like she disapproved of being held like this even though I knew she loved it.
I leaned down to speak right in her ear. “That’s really hot, baby. What did the two of you do?”
Skye shrugged, but her eyes were wide, locked onto mine as I ran one of my hands down her stomach, pausing at her waistline.
“Did he do this?” I asked as I kissed her neck. Skye shivered, but only shrugged again. I almost groaned as I rubbed my hard dick up against her back.
This woman drove me insane. She’d be putting me on my knees one minute, then playing coy the next. I fucking loved it.
When Skye didn’t protest, I slipped my hand beneath the elastic band of her leggings, sliding further until I reached–
My hand on her throat tightened just barely. “Why aren’t you wearing panties?!”
Skye bit her lip, torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to stay in the moment.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled.
I shook my head, biting back a laugh.
“How naughty,” I said as I ran my fingers further, down to her sweet pussy. “Did he touch you here?”
Skye swallowed hard against my hand, then nodded.
“Did he do this?” I asked as I barely pushed a finger inside her.
Skye shook her head, and I paused before adding another finger.
“This?”
Skye shuddered, but shook her head again.
I added a third finger, pushing up inside her as far as I could manage from how we stood.
Skye’s breath caught, and then she let out a soft moan.
“He played with you like this?” I asked.
Skye nodded finally, squeezing her eyes shut and thrusting her hips into my palm, though I didn’t move to give her any more.
I totally loved when Skye took control. But I also totally loved when she let me play with her instead.
“And you talked about me?” I asked, brushing my thumb over her clit.
Skye whimpered, nodding.
“What did you say?”
“H-he said,” she whimpered again, “He said maybe you’d b-both…f-finger me together.”
“Oh, I like that,” I said before kissing her neck. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stretched out?”
“Yes,” Skye moaned. “Go faster.”
I chuckled but obliged and she whined, tossing her head back against my chest as she tried to pump her hips faster.
I pulled her head back all the way with my grip on her throat, and she gasped as I kissed her.
It was practically an upside down kiss, but Skye was eager as ever, pushing her tongue up against mine desperately.
“Can I fuck you here?” I asked breathlessly as I pulled back.
Skye whirled around, and an invisible force pushed me back.
I stumbled, but the force caught me before gently setting me down onto the mat.
Skye’s affinity always felt a little warm as it touched me.
My skin was cold as it left, and she dropped down over my waist, breathing heavily as she looked me over.
“I do want both of you,” she whispered. “At the same time, I think.”
“I’m down,” I breathed. “You know I’m down. Whatever you want.”
Skye fumbled with her leggings and I frantically pulled at my sweatpants, the two of us desperate to get closer. Being around her constantly was really messing with my libido. Sometimes we fucked twice a day, and it still wasn’t enough.
Skye gripped my hard cock in her hand, squeezing it a little harder than necessary, and I groaned, tossing my head back, then laughed as it thunked against the mat.
Skye squeezed me again, as if to bring my attention back to her, and then she sunk down onto me in one, smooth motion.
“Fuck,” I practically wheezed.
That feeling would never get old.
The sensation of something so good, so familiar.
It was home. It was safe.
“Your mind really is elsewhere today,” Skye panted as she rode me. Her hair was still in the braid from earlier, bouncing along her back. She leaned back, resting her hands on my thighs, pushing her chest out. “Am I not interesting enough for you?”
I growled, knowing she was riling me up on purpose but still powerless not to react.
Thank God I had good abs. They burned from my earlier workout as I sat up, banding my arms around her and twisting one of my legs with hers before flipping us.
Skye yelped as her back hit the mat, though I protected the back of her head.
“Hey–” she started to protest as I pulled out, but then I spun her around. She made a sound of disbelief as her stomach landed on the mat, and then I pulled her up by her hips before slipping back inside her.
“Fuck,” she choked out, then gave up. She dropped her head, resting her face on the floor while I held her weight up for her, rutting into her like she was nothing more than a toy.
“It’s not funny when you do that,” I ground out. She perked up slightly, turning her face so she could look at me. “Is this what you wanted? You wanted me pissed?”
Skye grinned, then her moan turned into a cry as I thrust in deeper. She clenched around me, her orgasm hitting a little sooner than I was expecting, but that only proved me right. She was so into the idea of being tag-teamed by me and Rafe. And me being a little rough with her.
Skye whimpered, but I didn’t pull back. I fucked her through her orgasm, pushed her into a second one, and only stalled once I’d spilled inside her.
Skye was completely spent, slumped over on the mat, breathing heavily while I draped myself over her back. I could barely hold myself up over her, but I wasn’t ready to move.
“I love you, Aiden,” she murmured sleepily. “However you are. I love you.”
I kissed her cheek, then rested my sweaty forehead against the back of her head. “I love you too, Skye. I’ll do anything you ask.”