What does he get out of it?
Instant relief floods over me when I see Aiden standing there. He’s wearing a hoodie, trembling from the cold, but he still manages to smile with that easy grin and wake at me.
I scoff at him, shaking my head because he’s acting like he’s not creeping up on me in the middle of the night.
I quickly unlatch the window and let him in. As he climbs through, his gaze softens as he
looks at me.
“You didn’t text me,” he says, voice low but carrying the weight of his worry.
“Oh,” I exhale, his sudden appearance now making sense. “Sorry.”
He closes the window behind him and turns to me with a sad smile.“I wanted to make sure you were okay. The way your mom talked to you the other day… I figured it might not go so well.”
I blink, absorbing his words, and my chest tightens in a good way. He actually came all this way because he was worried about me. The mess of my day feels a little less tangled just from his presence. I shake my head, trying to act like it’s no big deal.
“It’s fine,” I lie, though his knowing eyes don’t make it easy. “I just…forgot, that’s all.”
He reaches for me and I let myself collide with his chest. His fingers are ice cold against my skin and I shiver.
“Sorry,” he mutters.
I chuckle, “Wanna warm up?”
He nods against the crown of my head.
We separate long enough for him to shove his hoodie and jeans off and then we lay
together in my bed. He immediately grabs my leg and drapes it over his waist.
His hand runs up my thigh and his thumb draws circles against my skin.
I scoot closer to him, cupping his neck. “Thank you for checking on me.”
1/4
What does he get out of it?
He nods, swallowing. “I had it out with my dad, too.”
press my lips together. “What did he tell you?”
He smiles. “Something tells me your mother already told you.”
“Marriage of convenience?”
He breathes out. “They even want separate bedrooms.”
I scrunch my nose.
“What I don’t get is what my father gets out of all of this.”
“What?” For some reason, that makes the anger in my chest rise.
“Don’t you think your mother gets the most out of it?”
I frown at that. Jake would be providing financially for everything. Mother doesn’t cook, or clean, or work.
What does Jake get out of this?
There’s only one answer I can think of and I hate it. I don’t want it to be true.
I hum, running my finger on his chest. “I have no idea, but I don’t think we’ll ever
understand them.”
The small grin he gives me is warm, soft. I lean forward and kiss him, needing him to
know how much his being here means to me, more than words could convey.
Our parents managed to flip our world upside down, but Aiden is still Aiden.
His hand travels up my thigh until he settles it beneath my shorts, cupping my ass. He pulls away, hissing. “Fuck, you’re not wearing underwear.”
I shake my head even as I seek his lips again. “No.”
He deepens the kiss, and I let him press me closer, let his fingers bury themselves
between my legs and set aside the thin fabric of my shorts.
2/4
What does he get out of it?
My body tenses, my back arching as he runs the tip of his finger from my opening to my clit. He circles it a few times, my breath catching.
I have to remind myself to be quiet, to hold my breath. If mother hears us and finds us in here, it would only anger her more.
Aiden finds my neck with his lips, licking the column until it simpltaneausly turns me on and tickles me. He groans and I shush him.
He smiles against my neck. “We’re going to have to learn to be quiet from now on, huh?”
God, I ignore that comment. I cannot even begin to think about or imagine us living together. All of us living together.
“We won’t stop, right?” I whisper in a rush.
He moans between a thrust, “What?”
My chest aches as he builds the pace and strength of his strokes. “This. Me and you. We
won’t stop?”
He licks my skin and he chuckles. “I’m more worried about how I’m going to keep my
hands off of you.”
Thank fuck.
My hips buck when he gets a really good stroke in there with his finger. He shifts us, placing me under him as he spreads my legs further apart. He raises his lips from my neck and finds my lips.
I feel the nudge of his cock at my entrance and I loosen myself, letting him thrust into me as he thumbs my clit. I silence my moan, gripping his shoulders as I take every single one
of his thrusts.
With his breath escaping him in pants, he granbs one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder. I feel the pull in my hamstring, but it’s offset by the pure pleasure of him reaching deeper inside me.
“Fuck, Aiden,” I cup his face, keeping my eyes on his as his face distorts.
He pants. “You like that,baby?”
3/4
What does he get out of it?
The swell of pleasure is delicious and all I can do is nod. The air in my lungs escapes me, that heightened feeling in my stomach building.
1 moan and he places a hand on my mouth as he quickens his thrusts. I’m thankful now that I have no headboard to smack against the wall, and let the orgasm run through me.
I twist and spasm beneath him, feeling the warm spray of his cum inside of me.
I push him off of me, “Fuck, Aiden. You didn’t use a condom.”
He blinks, scooting away from me in a panic. “Fuck. I forgot.”
I get off the bed and grab my tshirt, quickly placing it over my head befoe making my way to the bathroom to clean myself.
When I return, Aiden has a worried look on his face, bunched ip brows and downturned lips. “I;m sorry.”
I shake my head and run my hands through my hair. “I’m on birth control.”
He nods, watching me warily. “You okay?”
“Yeah, we both let it happen.”
He sighs at that, looking convinced that I’m okay. I crawl into bed again and he follows, draping his arm over me before burying his face in my neck. “Is it okay if I stay?”
I nod, running my hand across his arm. I think we both need the comfort right now.
