CHAPTER 7
GREYLIN
I jerk awake and just listen for a moment. Because something woke me up. When I look at my phone, it’s late and feels like I just got to sleep. Probably because I did.
Thoughts of Aiden wouldn’t let me rest.
Can you really blame me?
He kissed me today. On the side of the road after he pulled me over, but didn’t pull me over. Officially
I should have called him after I found his note, but I was nervous about it. If I called him and kept this going, I know what is going to happen.
I’m going to fall for him.
I’ll fall for him and then I’m going to be heartbroken because we can’t be together. Not really.
As much as I hate it, as much as I wish it wasn’t true, I don’t see how we can work. And it’s like a kick to the gut.
Because now that I’ve spent some time around him, and he’s kissed me, I know Aiden Simmons is the man I want.
There is simply too much between us. The divide, which we didn’t even create, is vast. Mayor Simmons will never allow his son to be with me, one of the women he thinks is ruining Storyville.
The man would probably have a stroke if he even heard an unsubstantiated rumor about us being together.
When I don’t hear anything again, I snuggle back into my pillow and close my eyes. That’s when I hear the knock on my door. Who the hell would be knocking at this time?
Suddenly, I’m terrified there’s some kind of problem and I leap out of bed without thinking about the shorts and ratty old shirt I have on. When I swing open the door, a little out of breath because I sprinted here, Aiden is standing on the other side.
I freeze as I look at him. The moonlight kisses the strands of his hair and casts his face in shadow.
“Aiden?” I blink a few times as I gape up at him in surprise. Maybe I’m still asleep and this is just a dream.
I’ll be honest, I’ve had more than a few dreams begin this way. And then they turn very hot and heavy. Quickly.
He fists his hands at his sides as his green eyes roam over my body and I realize what I have on. It isn’t much.
It’s also not sexy and not something I would ever put on with the intention of seducing a man. With the way he’s looking at me, you would think I have on the sheerest chiffon lingerie that is also made with the finest lace.
But, then again, I’m not convinced that lingerie is for men. Not really anyway. When I wore some in the past for someone, the reaction was ho-hum at best. He certainly didn’t rip it off my body and worship me like he just unwrapped the best gift ever.
It didn’t happen in the past, but Aiden is sure as fuck looking at me like he wants to rip all my clothes off.
And everything in me screams to let him.
Something flashes in his eyes and then he’s bracing himself on my doorframe like he’s just looking for a chance to step over the line and into my space. But he’s holding himself back.
For now.
“You didn’t call,” his voice is like gravel. He arches his eyebrow, a dare if I’ve ever seen one. “You didn’t text.”
“Aiden,” my voice is rough with sleep, “you were on shift.”
“I don’t care, Greylin,” his voice feels like temptation brushing against my skin. “Are you going to invite me in? Or are you going to leave me out in the cold?”
His question feels layered, like he’s asking so much more than the words in their simplicity. And I know what will happen if I invite him in.
And I want it. All of it and all of him.
I step back and hold the door open a little wider. His mouth curls up into a grin that’s part charm and part warning.
“Be sure,” I can hear the strain in his voice.
He leans in through the door; almost touching but not quite.
When his eyes skate down my body and then back up to meet mine and heat, goosebumps cover my skin.
“If I come in, I’m not leaving tonight and we’ll be a mess of sweaty limbs and satisfaction before falling asleep. ”
My mouth goes dry, but I don’t move. I hold his gaze while my body heats.
“Come in, Aiden.”
I don’t tell him I’m sure, I grant him entry. Knowing what it entails. Knowing how the night will end.
What I don’t know is how our story ends. Time will tell on that one.
The best I can hope for, when the dust settles, is not having my heart broken. Even if that’s what happens, my girls will prop me up for a little while until I can do it myself again.
It’s what they did the last time, and I love them all the more for it.
Aiden moves fast; I’m up and in his arms while he kicks my door closed and his lips find mine. There’s nothing unsure about this kiss, it’s all mapped pleasure and familiar exploration. I melt into him as he grips my ass and lifts me higher.
When I wrap my limbs around him, he growls into my mouth. I feel him fumble with something, probably the front door knowing the officer I’m currently dry humping. While he holds me like I weigh nothing.
It’s hot as fuck and I’m instantly addicted to the feeling.
I yank my mouth away and pant, “It’s only a two-bedroom. The first door on the right is the bathroom, the second is my room and on the left is my office.”
Aiden’s green eyes glitter in the dim light and make it feel like he’s casting some sort of spell on me.
He’s done it before.
I swear that’s what happened when I agreed to his whole bargain for a date in the first place. It’s not like he wouldn’t have told me what he knew. He’s a good man, one who believes in his badge.
Which doesn’t make him perfect.
Or infallible.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Aiden groans against my lips as he follows me down onto my bed, still warm from me snuggling into the sheets just moments ago.
“Pretty?” I’m not sure whether I should be offended or not. Don’t most women want to hear how spectacular they are? How breathtakingly gorgeous?
He pulls back, his larger frame hovering over me and making me feel safe instead of caged in.
“Yeah, darlin’, pretty. Pretty lasts,” his voice is earnest. “There are so many types of women and all of them have beauty. But pretty is more to me. It’s the sweetness in your voice.
The way you show up for your friends. Your determination and your passion for GMH.
When I say pretty, I mean all of it. Inside. Outside. Heart. Mind. Body. Soul.”
“Woah,” I breathe out and blink up at him before smiling from ear to ear. “Pretty, huh?”
“The prettiest,” he rumbles right before he takes my mouth again.
This kiss is brutal in the way that feels like a wrecking ball. Our hands move, sliding and touching, exploring and undressing each other as we do. It’s slow, with tentative fingers and questing mouths.
When we’re both naked, my pussy is soaked and my walls clench around nothing. My back arches as he nips at my neck and then laps at the sting. I’m moaning and begging, breathing and straining.
“Fuck, Greylin,” he presses his forehead against my chest and then he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth and I cry out.
His hand slides between my thighs, his fingers gliding through my slit and holding me open as he slides a finger inside me. We let out groans that threaten to rattle my windows.
“I can’t wait to bury my cock inside of you. Your pussy is hot and wet,” his words feel like praise and I soak them up.
As he starts to finger fuck me, his mouth finds my nipple again and sucks. When he bites down, I yelp his name, but the sound morphs into a keening moan of, “More.”
“I want to taste you,” he growls the words.
Something snaps inside of me, and my hands come up and grip his hair. His eyes widen as they meet my gaze and his mouth pops off my nipple.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” I plead. Can’t he see how much I’m burning for him?
He searches my eyes and his eyes turn molten. “Yeah, darlin’,” one side of his mouth tips up into a smirk, “I’ve got you.”
The way he’s looking at me is intense as I reach over into my bedside drawer, because safety first was something we lived by in college and some routines never die. Nor should they.
Aiden takes the condom from my fingers, and I can see he wants to ask, but he stops himself. I grab his hand, stopping his movements, “It’s been a long time, but some habits are worth keeping just in case.”
Relief flits across his face, but it’s short lived as hunger takes over again. He sits back on his heels and wraps his hand around the base of his cock. I can’t look away as I watch him stroke himself.
The way he’s looking at me as all heat and smoke. I’ve never felt sexier than I do with Aiden’s eyes on me.
When pre-cum beads on the tip of his cock, I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. He lets out a growl, part plea and part warning.
I reach down and slide my thumb across the crown of his dick, collecting his pre-cum. Aiden’s breath staggers as I bring it up to my mouth and lick it off.
“Holy fuck, Greylin,” his tone is awe filled and I can’t help but bat my eyelashes at him teasingly.
The man could vie for a world record with how fast he gets the condom rolled down his shaft. As he holds the base, he slides the tip up and down my soaked slit. It feels like a tease, and it only sends my arousal spiraling higher.
My head tips back when I think he’s going to sink inside of me, but then I’m being yanked into his arms. Just as our chests touch, he slides me down his length and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Oh yes,” I hiss out the word, loving how he stretches me just right.
My hands grip his shoulders, and I plant my feet on the bed behind him. We’re face to face, so fucking close, and yet it doesn’t feel like it’s enough.
As we start to move, his hips thrust upwards when I come back down, my movements pick up speed as the need to have him, to have more, threatens to drown me in pleasure.
“You’re doing so damn good taking my cock, darlin’,” he breathes the words against my lips.
When he takes my mouth again, the kiss is a claim. I feel it change something in me. Connect. Tighten. Making me whole when I didn’t realize I was missing anything to begin with.
I pant against his lips, “So close.”
“Fuck yes,” he grunts, like he’s barely holding on and is about to lose control. “Give it to me, Greylin. Come all over my cock and let me feel it. I need to feel you squeezing me.”
He manages to push a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit. That’s all it takes.
My body locks up as I’m tossed into a freefall of fireworks and euphoria. Aiden’s body hardens underneath me, and he grunts while thrusting upward before he moans my name and buries his face against my neck.
We cling to each other; our bodies wracked with pleasure. As we float back down, I can’t help but chuckle softly and shake my head.
“I should have known it would be like this,” the words come out a little slurred and I’m going to write it off as an orgasm high.
“I knew,” he whispers, the words are so soft I’m not sure I hear them. He kisses my neck before flashing me a devilish grin. “How about we get cleaned up?”
I perk up at the idea, “Shower?”
“That’s what I was thinking,” he teases.
“Only if we have shower sex,” I deadpan.
“Fuck yes, darlin’,” he practically crows and gets out of bed with me still in his arms, “we are definitely having shower sex.”
“Then carry me away, the shower awaits,” I implore him with a posh accent that sounds ridiculous.
We definitely get dirtier, and then we get cleaner. And I don’t think I have ever laughed more, except for when I’m with my best friends.