Fighting for My Best Friend (Fated #4) (7 page)

His expression fell with his hand. “What’s that supposed to
mean?”

I shrugged. “Nothing.”

“That’s not fair, Lucy. Come on.”

“I just- well- I came after you.”

“I know. Claire told me.”

“She did?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you for the last half
hour.”

“I didn’t mean to find you,” I said. “I just figured having your
Mom and Claire barge in wasn’t going to help anything.”

“What’s your point?”

“I found you.”

He shook his head. “I don’t understand what-”

“And I was confused by what I overheard.”

He angled his body towards me, raising one leg off the floor.
“What did you hear?”

“I only stayed for a second. As soon as I realized you were okay
I left so-”

“What did you hear?”

I sighed.

His face was full of kindness, and I found it unsettling, like his
expression would make it easier to believe any lies that came out of his mouth.

“I heard you say you only brought me because I know your family
and because you had to ask someone.”

He let his head fall to the side.

“I heard you tell her there was nothing between us.” I looked
down at my glass. “That we weren’t a thing.”

“Oh Lucy. You don’t believe that do you?”

I kept my eyes down.

He lifted my chin with his fingertips. “Of course we’re a
thing.”

“You don’t have to say that just to-”

“I’m not just saying it,” he said.

I pursed my lips.

“We’ve always been a thing.”

“That’s not what I mean. I mean-”

“I know what you mean,” he said. “And you have to believe me
when I say this isn’t nothing.”

I swallowed. “So why did you say it?”

“Cause the less Chelsea knows about my life- and who or what
matters to me- the better.”

I drained the rest of my champagne and squinted while the
bubbles burst in my nose.

“Okay?” he asked.

“I want to believe you.”

“So believe me.”

“But that’s not the only thing I overheard.”

“Okay.”

I rolled my shoulders back and pushed my hair to the side. “I
heard her ask you about the panties.”

“Yeah.”

“How did she even find them?”

Aiden looked up at the ceiling and then back at me. “Cause she
showed up at my place one night like a psycho.”

“I’m listening.”

“Which is my fault cause I should’ve taken her key when I first
kicked her out, but I was in such a hurry to make her leave, I didn’t think
about it. And I certainly didn’t think she would fucking turn up uninvited.”

“Like she did today?”

“Yeah.”

“I see.”

“Does that answer that question?”

“Sort of.”

“Spit it out, Luce. What’s on your mind?”

I sat back against the pillows and put my legs straight out on
the bed behind Aiden.

“Well?” he asked.

“Were they mine?”

“What?”

“Were they my panties that she found?”

His eyes went wide. “Of course they were yours. What do you mean
were they yours?”

“I thought maybe they were someone else’s? I mean, you haven’t
spoken to me in weeks so I thought maybe you were-”

“What? Maybe I was what?”

“Seeing someone else? Or other people? Tindering? I don’t know.”

“I haven’t been seeing anyone else,” he said. “To be honest, I
haven’t even noticed another woman since I spent that night with you.”

I folded my hands in my lap.

“Okay?”

“I’m sorry to be so stupid. I just-” I exhaled.

“You’re not being stupid. I’d rather you ask me then-”

“I guess my feelings were hurt because you almost sounded
ashamed.”

“Ashamed?”

“Yeah, at the accusation that they might be mine. So I started
to worry that maybe you were ashamed of sleeping with me in the first place.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it though?” I asked. “Because if you’d rather forget it ever
happened and go back to being friends I would understand.”

“I can’t do that.”

“You can’t or you don’t want to?” I asked.

“Both.”

My breath was shallow as he drained the rest of his champagne,
squinting his eyes as I’d done to mitigate the burning of the bubbles. Then he
leaned forwards and placed his empty glass down beside mine on the nightstand.

“I’m not ashamed that I slept with you Lucy,” he said.

“No?”

He shook his head. “I don’t regret it at all.”

I tried to smile, but it didn’t take.

“I’m only ashamed of two things.”

“What things?”  

“I’m ashamed of the way I acted that night when Fiona told me
you knew about Chelsea, ashamed of the way I treated you because of my wounded
pride.”

I nodded.

“And I regret the fact that I haven’t slept with you since that
night at my apartment.”

I pursed my lips.

“Because it’s not that I haven’t thought about it.”

I squeezed my hands together, afraid to move when he had that
look in his eye.

He turned towards me, placing one arm on the other side of my
legs. “If anything, I’d say it’s become a bit of an obsession of mine to have
you again.”

I almost laughed from nerves but the intent in his voice was
mesmerizing.

“But there is one thing I would change,” he said.

“Oh?”

“From the last time we hooked up.”

“What?”

“Next time I don’t want you to slip away in the night.”

My eyes grew wide.

“The only slipping I want you to do is on my dick.”

I felt a warm twist in my guts.

“And I want you to stay in bed beside me afterwards.”

I wondered if he could hear my heartbeat.

“So I can have you again in the morning.”

I felt my lips fall apart but nothing came out.

“Does that sound like something you can do for me?”

I nodded.

“Cause I can’t tell you how frustrated I was when I woke up and
you were gone.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It was the kind of frustration that only you could help me
fix.”

“I understand.”

“Speaking of fix-”

I bit my lip.

“Seeing as how we finally have some privacy, what do you say I
make it up to you?”

“Make what up to me?”

“The fact that I’ve been a lousy friend and an appalling date.”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, barely able to hear my own
words.

“I was thinking you could give me some medicine.”

I felt my eyes smile.

“The kind of medicine that will make both of us feel better.”

Aiden leaned forward and slipped his hand around the back of my
neck, keeping his eyes on mine as he ran his fingertips up into my hair. Then
he pulled my lips against his and kissed me softly, sending a wave of warmth
down my spine that made the hairs on my arms stand up.

I scooted my butt away from the headboard and let him twirl his tongue
around mine, stirring my insides. He tasted like expensive champagne, and I
felt my chest draw closer to him as if I was being pulled by invisible strings.

His hand dropped from my head and he dropped his lips to my
neck, kissing me with such focus I had to close my eyes so my senses wouldn’t
be overloaded.

I inhaled sharply when he moved his lips to my collarbone, my
breath catching in my throat as he pinned me against the pillows with his
perfect mouth.

Then I felt his large hand flatten against my thigh and slide up
under the short skirt of my dress until he was holding my hip in his hand. At
that moment, I knew my body was his to do what he wanted with, that nothing
could stop me from giving in to him.

He moved his upper body back, looking at me like prey and laid
his other hand on my thigh. Then he looked down at the hem of my dress as it
rose up my leg with his wrist.

And from the hunger in his eyes, I could tell what was coming.

I was hard just from her kiss, and her smooth legs were doing
all sorts of things to me, too. I especially liked the fact that her dress was
almost short enough that I could reach her thong without having to lift it, but
once I started sliding the yellow fabric up her legs, I couldn’t stop.

I had to keep going. I was as eager to feast on her with my eyes
as I was to devour her with my tongue. As my second hand reached the opposite
curve of her hip, she uncrossed her ankles and I smiled.

She was readying herself for me, willing me to go on and have my
way with her. It was a challenge I was all too willing to accept. The whole day
I’d been lost as I tended to other people’s agendas, but now I wanted to get
lost in mine.

If Lucy was half as sweet today as she was the first time I
licked her sweet snatch, she would put the wedding cake to shame. What’s more,
she deserved to relax as much as I did.

And I couldn’t wait to drink her tension away so she would have something
to smile about for the rest of the night. I knew that if I could make her lips
blush now, her cheeks would blush for me the rest of the evening on command. It
would be our little secret.

I curled my fingers around the thin string of her underwear and
pulled it down over the curve of her ass to her knees. “Breathe,” I said,
noticing from the stillness of her chest that she had stopped. “Breathe now
while you can,” I said, pulling her underwear down past her ankles and over her
painted toes.

I crawled up next to her and propped myself up on my side so I
could watch her face as I moved my hand between her legs. Before I’d even
touched her, she’d sunk her fingers into the comforter on both sides of her
body, bracing herself in the hope that the bedding might help distribute the
pressure that was already building between her legs.

I held two fingers in front of her lips, knowing every moment I
wasn’t touching her was making her gag for it. “Open your mouth,” I said. “And
wet my finger’s like your pussy’s gonna wet my dick.”

I sank my fingers halfway into her mouth and she closed her eyes,
swirling her tongue around them until I could feel my heart beating in my cock.
Then I slipped them out of her mouth, pressed them against her pussy, and slid
them along her clit.

I swallowed when I realized how wet she already was.

At first I started slowly, warming her up with gentle circles
until her eyebrows began to furrow. As soon as she looked completely
defenseless, I wedged my fingers into her tightness and watched her chest fall
as her breath escaped from between her lips.

Then her cell phone rang.

Her eyes shot open, but she made no move to answer it so I
churned my fingers up inside her until her hands were clenching the comforter as
hard as her pussy was clenching my wet knuckles.

When her hips bucked against her will. I pulled my fingers out
of her, fighting against the tangible will of her snatch. As soon as they were
out, she gasped hungrily for breath and looked at me.

“Get on your knees,” I said.

“What?”

“You heard me,” I said.

She pulled herself upright and rose to her knees on the bed.

When I looked into her eyes, there was almost a glint of fear.
“Come here,” I said, rolling onto my back.

“Aiden, I don’t think-”

“I’m not asking,” I said, tilting my head up.

She walked over on her knees, and I grabbed her slim waist with
both hands, pulling her towards me. Then she lifted one leg over to the other
side of my face so she was kneeling right above me.

I pushed her dress up and admired her glistening clit with a smile.
“Time for my medicine.”

Her eyes grew wide just before I pulled her down onto my face.

Her hands went for the headboard immediately. At first, I could
feel the tension in her legs as she tried to hover over me. But when I started
to circle her clit with my tongue, I felt the energy drain from her as I was
hoping it would. It meant I could hold her like a rag doll by the hips and move
her just how I wanted.

She moaned as I sped up, and the sound of her pleasure only made
me more eager to feel her throbbing bud against my tongue.

“Aiden,” she breathed.

I could feel my dick straining with each drop of her silk that I
sucked into my mouth.

And soon her hips were moving of their own accord, fucking my
face like I wanted her to, like I knew her body wanted to, using the headboard
for leverage as she rocked over my mouth.

She moaned and froze so I knew she was both close and trying to
control her orgasm in a way I was desperate to make impossible. I darted my
tongue into her as deep as I could, curling back the juice available to me as
her hips bucked over my face. In and out, in and out, her pussy clenching
tighter all the time.

Then I laid my tongue flat against her clit and circled like
before until only high pitched gasps escaped her lips.

“Aiden,” she said. “I’m coming.”

I didn’t stop moving my tongue until she spasmed over me,
shaking so her thighs clenched against my cheeks. The warmth of her pulsing
pussy spread through me as I sank my tongue as deep into her as it would go,
scooping out the gush of come that had burst forth from her center.

I felt the muscles of her legs relax against my arms as I drank
from her, and when I was satisfied that I’d had my fill, I lifted her by the
waist and set her down beside me.

She collapsed against the pillows and faced me on her side,
looking at me through lazy eyes that were full of bliss.

I smiled and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, admiring her
in her joyful state.

She looked like she might pass out when the hotel phone let out
an obnoxious briiinnngg behind her, jolting her from her reverie. It caused her
eyes to open wider, but she made no move for it. Instead, she just looked at me
and smiled like I’d only ever seen her smile once before.

And the look on her face was almost enough to make my head swell
as big as my dick, but the latter had a head start and was nearly bursting from
the knowledge that there was a tight, soaking pussy in the room.

“How was your medicine?” she asked softly.

“I tell you what,” I said. “I feel about a hundred and fifty
percent better.”

“Just a hundred and fifty?”

“Yeah,” I said, admiring the flush of her cheeks.

She raised her eyebrows. “Not two hundred?”

“No.”

“Maybe there’s something we can do to get you the rest of the way,”
she said, letting her eyes drift to where my dick was ready to tear open my
nicest suit.

“You mean something you can do?” I asked hopefully, my eyes on
her wet mouth.

“Do you think that would make you feel better?” she asked,
getting the hint.

“Definitely,” I said. “Loads.”

She smiled, causing little creases to spring from her eyes. “I’m
happy to hear that.”

“Oh?” I asked. “Why’s that? Is it something you’ve been thinking
about?”

She pursed her lips and nodded. “A lot.”

I nearly burst in my boxers.

“Plus,” she said. “After all that I’m kind of thirsty.”

“I’m prepared to help you with that any way that I can.”

She sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. “Lie back.”

I clenched my jaw and did as I was told, watching intently as
her delicate hands found my zipper.

She bit her lip as she undid the clasp at my crotch, looking up
at me as she pulled the zipper down to the bottom.

Then she turned her attention to the sight of my throbbing cock,
letting her eyes linger just long enough to drive me crazy.