Trust Me? The Trust Me? Trilogy (14 page)

He grabs the body wash, puts a small amount into his hands
and turns me around to face the wall. The feeling is relaxing as the smell of men’s body wash floods my senses. I close my eyes and relax at his touch. He softly caresses each part of me with the body wash, moving from my shoulders to my back, down to my ass and my legs. My eyes are closed as the feeling of pure
bliss hits me. He spins me around and squirts more body wash into his hands, and after lathering it up, he starts washing my shoulders to my breasts, massaging them as he goes, down to my stomach, my hips, and, then, down
there
.
He massages the body wash with his fingers, making my breathing hitch as he gently kisses my forehead. He continues on down the front of my legs to my feet, washing each part of me sensually, heightening my senses into overload.

I open my eyes to find him smiling at me. He pulls me under the water and rubs every inch of my body as he cleans the body wash off my skin. This is sensual, so relaxing and yet so arousing at the same time. He pulls me close to him and hands me the container of body wash. I look at him
with worry, stressing that I won’t be able to do as good of a job as he did to me.

“Don’t worry. Anything you do will be perfect.”

I take in a deep breath, pulling him around. He’s out of the
water, and I squirt some body wash into my hands. I rub them together to lather it up and start with his broad, masculine shoulders. His head leans back and rests on the wall. He closes his eyes as I continue down his amazing body, from
his pecs down his ripped stomach to his hips, and then slowly I work my way to his manhood. I massage the body wash into his groin, slowly stroking it as I go. His breathing hitches at my touch. I gently lean in and kiss him on his jaw
by his ear. I feel him growing in my hands, and I figure that I’m going to take full advantage. I slowly start to move my hand up and down his shaft, lubricating it with the body wash. He leans his head forward and looks at me with a smirk. I kiss him softly.

“Just relax, babe,” I say to him.

He rests his head back against the wall and closes his eyes, enjoying my touch. I move my hand up and down his length slowly. His hips start to move with the motion. I watch his face intently to see the signs of
enjoyment. A broad smile crosses his face, and I know I’m doing it how he likes. I quicken the pace as his mouth opens slightly and his breathing increases. His face starts to scrunch in its usual fashion. A slight moan echoes
through the en-suite as his pleasure becomes apparent. His breathing hitches, and he grabs hold of my shoulders as his chin falls to his chest. His breathing stops as his pelvis jolts forward.

“Jeni, ooh, Jeni,” he says, on the edge. I move my hand slightly
quicker, causing him to fall off the edge. He unloads on the floor of the shower. He takes me in his arms as he comes down from his high.

“You. Are. Intoxicating,” he murmurs through staggered
breaths. I giggle to myself as he lets go of me. He stares at me, looking completely fulfilled, and kisses me softly, our lips together again.

Seeing as we are both getting wrinkles from the water, it’s time to get out. He turns off the shower as I open the door and step out onto
the bathmat. He follows behind me and grabs some white fluffy towels from the cupboard. I wrap my hair up in one towel and start to dry myself with another. Aiden wraps his towel around his waist, leaving his gorgeous chest and stomach
dripping and bare for me to see. I look at him, and my breath catches at the sheer ruggedness of his god-like body. He can see me staring at him. He smiles back at me and raises his eyebrows.

“Oh God, not again,” I say out loud, causing him to laugh as
he comes over to me and hugs me.

“No, not again. A guy needs some time to rest.”

I laugh at his reply and hug him back. We make our way back to the bedroom.

“Do you need something to wear?” he asks, walking to his closet.

“Um, no, it’s fine. I have my clothes from yesterday.” I take off my towel and start to get dressed as Aiden walks out of the closet,
dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark blue polo top. He stands next to me, watching me intently.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“I think it’s almost dinner time.”

I look at the clock that’s showing ten to four. My mouth
drops open, and a slight laugh escapes me.

“What’s for dinner then?” I ask as we head out to the kitchen. He opens the fridge, looks around, and closes it again.

“Want to go out for dinner?”

“Sure.” I grab my bag, and we head down the elevator to the parking garage, but Mike is nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Mike?”

“He has the day off, every Sunday and second Monday.”

I look at him, as an earlier mental question is answered. “Ah, that’s why you were driving last Monday. I did wonder why you were driving when you crashed into me.”

“Yes, I’m glad. Otherwise we may not have met.”

I bite my bottom lip as he leads me to his Aston Martin. He opens the door for me to get in, which I do somewhat gracefully, unlike my normal clumsy self. He walks around to get into the driver’s seat. We shut the doors at the same time, and he starts the ignition.

“Anywhere you want to go in particular?”

“How about you drive us to my place, and I can cook you something there? My best friend, Sarah, really wants to meet you.”

“Oh really? Does she now? What have you told her about me?” he asks as he reverses from the parking garage and out onto the road.

“Not much. Just that you’re okay looking.”

“Just okay?” He smiles at me, and I nod.

“Yup, you’re almost ugly, especially your body. It’s almost unbearable to look at,” I joke, making him laugh.

“No more sexy time with Jeni then. I get it. No worries, that’s fine.”

I put my hand on his and laugh. “Oh, who am I kidding? You’re perfect,” I say, making him laugh again.

“That’s better! I’ll let you have your wicked way with me again, you temptress,” he says.

“I think it’s you who had his wicked way with me multiple
times, sir!”

He winks at me as he looks back to the road. I direct him to my house, which, as it turns out, is only a few minutes away. We pull up in the drive, and I see Chris’ car parked on the side of the road.

“Sarah’s boyfriend is here,” I say nonchalantly.

“Oh, no worries,” he says as he takes the keys from the ignition. He walks around to open my door as I grab my bag and search for the
keys. I’m a little nervous, as I wonder if Sarah will approve. I also hope Aiden gets along with Chris and that he doesn’t think my house is hideous compared to his. He walks with me to the front door. I hear loud music blaring
from the TV, and I shake my head. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m about to walk into. I put the keys into the lock and open the door.

There are clothes sprawled all down the hallway. Luckily Sarah’s door is closed, so we don’t witness any of the action.

“Sorry,” I say, looking up at him apologetically.

“What for?”

“This is pretty normal Sarah-and-Chris behavior. They’re in there,” I say as I point to her room. I take Aiden in hand and continue down the hallway and lead him to the living area. I walk over to the TV and turn it
down as I apologize to Aiden for what he’s about to hear.

“I’m sorry.”

He looks confused.

“Sarah, ooh, Sarah!” we hear immediately.

“Oh,” he says to me, looking shocked as I shrug.

“Yeah,” I say, leading him back into the kitchen. “Do you feel like anything in particular?” I ask as I start to rummage through the pantry.

“Dessert.” He smiles at me and winks.

“Behave, Mr. O’Connell,” I say to him as the promiscuous sounds from Sarah’s bedroom become louder.

“Oh, Chris,” Sarah calls out.

I shake my head and continue looking through the pantry when
Aiden’s arms are around my waist and his lips at my neck. I laugh, trying not to get distracted as his hands move from my waist up to my breasts. He massages while still kissing my neck. I manage to focus on my search of the pantry as he
fails to seduce me.

He laughs. “You’re no fun,” he whispers into my ear.

“Oh really?” I say, turning to face him. I move my lips to his, kissing him passionately. His hands move to my ass, pulling me in close,
and my hands lose themselves in his hair. We kiss so feverishly we get lost in each other.

Someone clears his throat. Chris is standing there in his boxers with no shirt and his just-fucked hair. He tries not to look at us as he
makes his way to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water.

“Sorry, guys. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Aiden lets go of me and says nothing.

“It’s okay, Chris. Don’t worry about it. I was going to make
some dinner. Are you staying?” I ask, slightly blushing.

Chris caresses my shoulder in a brotherly way.

Aiden huffs and wraps his arm around my waist.

“Yeah, sure, but it’s like four thirty. Isn’t it a bit early?”

“Yeah, but we haven’t eaten today.”

Chris grins at me knowingly. “No worries, whenever is fine with me.”

Chris eyes Aiden. “Hey, man, nice to meet you,” he says, putting out his hand.

Aiden shakes it. “Nice to meet you too, Chris,” he says, slightly irritated by the man standing next to him half naked.

I wink at him.

“I better get this water to my woman. She’s very bossy you know,” he says, making me laugh.

“Oh, I know,” I say as he walks back to the bedroom.

Aiden puts his index finger down my jeans, and pulls me to
him, making me laugh as our bodies connect. I bite my bottom lip and gaze into his eyes. He looks at me and kisses me softly.

Suddenly, Sarah comes running down the hallway, pulling a top over her head as she comes toward us. Chris follows casually behind her,
now fully clothed.

“Oh my god,” she says as she lays her eyes on Aiden. She puts out her hand to greet him. “Hi, I’m Sarah.”

“Aiden,” he says in return, shaking her hand.

“O.M.G. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Car-Crashing Flower-Giver.”

He laughs, raises an eyebrow, and looks at me.

“It’s Sarah’s nickname for you.”

“Yep, Chris has one as well. Mr. Drop-Dead-Sexy Milk Stealer, given to him by Jeni,” Sarah announces. I glare at her as Aiden shifts uncomfortably.

“But you’re way sexier, babe. No offense, Chris,” I say to Aiden.

“Mmm hmm!” Sarah mumbles under her breath, gazing at Aiden in awe.

Chris looks at Aiden suspiciously and pulls Sarah to him.

“None taken,” Chris says as he pulls Sarah by the hand into
the living room.

Aiden looks at me. “Drop-dead sexy?” he whispers to me with a chime of jealousy flowing through him.

“It’s a joke. Plus I meant what I said; you’re way sexier than him.” I gently kiss his lips, reassuring him. He kisses me back as I hear
Chris and Sarah arguing.
That didn’t go so well
.

I turn around and continue to look in the pantry. I can’t manage to find anything to cook. I turn to Aiden. “Takeout?”

“Sure, baby.”

I kiss him gently again. I move to the drawer and grab the takeout menus, laying them on the kitchen counter. Aiden holds me tight from behind as I look though the menus.

“See anything you like?” I ask as he nuzzles into my neck.

“Sure do,” he says, moving my hair back to kiss my neck.

I giggle. “Aiden, concentrate,” I say sternly.

He lifts his head, resting it on my shoulder. “I’m happy
with anything, baby,” he says, spinning me around to face him. “You haven’t shown me your room yet,” he says with a smirk.

“It’s through here,” I say, taking his hand and leading the way. We walk into my room, and he smiles at its quaintness.

“This is cute,” he says, taking me in his arms.

“Thanks, babe,” I say. “You’ve seen my room now. Let’s get out of here before you try to have your wicked way with me.”

“You know me so well already,” he says as he chuckles.

“Yes, now go and choose something for dinner,” I demand, pointing to the kitchen. He pouts his bottom lip, pretending to be sad.

“Oh, you’re cute. Now go!” I say, pushing him out of my
bedroom, laughing.

“And you think Sarah’s the bossy one,” he says jokingly. We walk back to the kitchen to focus on the takeout menus. I look up and notice Sarah and Chris still talking in the living room.

“Hope I’m not the cause of that,” Aiden whispers to me.

I look at him. “Don’t worry. They’ll sort it out,” I say, knowing that he’s the indirect cause.

“Guys, what do you want for dinner?” I call out to them,
trying to stop their argument. Sarah looks up at me with tears welling in her eyes. I look at her with concern.

“We’ll have anything,” she says as Chris walks to the bathroom, eyeing Aiden.

You can feel the tension in the air as Chris walks past us. I take in a deep breath as Aiden looks down at me.

“You okay?” I ask

“I don’t like him, Jeni.”

“Well, be civil,” I say to him sternly.

“Okay, for you.”

“You choose what you want for dinner. I’m going to go and check on Sarah.” I make my way over to her.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask as I walk to her. A single tear flows
down her cheek.

“Chris heard me say that Aiden was hotter than him, and now he’s all stupid and jealous, stupid-ass man. He has nothing to be jealous of though. It’s not like I’m going to go after Aiden. One, because he’s yours,
two, because I’m with Chris, and three, I want to be with him and no one else,” Sarah says sullenly. I take her hand in mine.

“I’m sorry, Sez. I didn’t mean to cause this trouble.”

Sarah shakes her head. “You’re not the troublemaker; Chris
is. I shouldn’t have been so stupid as to mention the drop-dead-sexy thing anyway. I think it made them both feel uncomfortable.”

I look at her with concern. “Is Chris going to be okay? Are
you guys going to be okay?” I ask quietly.

“Yeah, we will be fine,” Chris says, walking up behind us. He takes Sarah’s hand and pulls her to him. “I’m sorry, hun,” he says to her.

I walk away to give them some space.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” she says, kissing him.

Aiden’s still in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter, looking as hot as ever. He’s watching me as I walk back to meet him.

“Is she okay?” he asks softly. I nod. “You’re a good friend,” he says, taking me into his arms.

“You’re a good boyfriend.”

“And you’re an amazing girlfriend.” He winks and kisses me
softly. “Pizza?” he asks.

“Sure,” I say, taking the menu off the counter.

“Hey, guys, what kind of pizza do you want?” I ask them, interrupting their steamy make-up kiss.

“Whatever. The usual, I don’t care,” Sarah says, going back
in for another kiss.

Pizza ordered, I take Aiden’s hand, leading him to the living room where Chris is sitting on the sofa cuddling with Sarah.

“It looks like they’ve sorted their issues out,” Aiden
whispers in my ear.

We sit on the sofa next to them as Chris and Aiden eye each other. I shake my head and roll my eyes.

“Chris, how’s work?” I ask, trying to ease the tension.

“Good, thanks. How’s you’re life going?” I laugh at the strange question.

“It’s going well. Work’s good. Looks like I’ve got myself a boyfriend. Life’s great.”

Aiden smiles at me.

“How did last night go?” Sarah asks. I blush at her question. Aiden senses my embarrassment and answers.

“It was great. We had a good time with my family and co-workers. Jeni made a great impression with everyone.”

“Not everyone,” I huff, referring to his father.

Sarah looks at me curiously. “Who couldn’t love you, Jeni? You’re awesome,” she says as I sigh.

“She definitely is awesome. It’s not that he doesn’t like
you, baby. He’s like that with everyone,” Aiden says, trying to reassure me.

“Wait, who are we talking about?” Sarah interrupts.

“My father,” Aiden says, taking my hand and linking my
fingers with his.

“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me, babe. He called me a floozy.”

Sarah’s mouth drops open, and Chris huffs.

“You’re so not a floozy,” Sarah yells.

“Nice,” Chris says under his breath.

Aiden looks at him intensely. “I know she isn’t a floozy, obviously,” he says with distain.

“Did you even stand up for Jeni when he called her that?” Chris asks with malice.

Aiden looks at Chris in disgust. “Of course I did. What? You think I wouldn’t stand up for my own girlfriend?”

Sarah and I exchange worried glances.

“Probably not, I mean you have your eyes all over
my
girlfriend,” Chris says.

“No offense, Sarah, you’re beautiful, but I have eyes for only Jeni, no one else.”

Sarah blushes, making Chris even angrier as he stands up.

“Yeah, just so you know, Sarah is mine. Don’t even think about making advances toward her. I know all about you. Google and I are friends.”

Aiden stands up. “I wouldn’t, but why are you focusing on me? Maybe you should stop flirting with Jeni, smiling and touching her like you
do. You walk around the house half-naked, man; I mean who does that when their girlfriend is in the bedroom waiting for them?”

Sarah and I both stand up as the tension reaches critical
level. I put my hands on both their chests to separate them.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough. First of all, no one is making eyes at the other. Sarah and I both want to be with our respective partners, and no one else. If you’re both finished with your pissing contest, flooding
our floor with your testosterone, can you both please shake hands and agree that no one is after the other’s girlfriend?” I say sternly.

Sarah cracks up laughing. “Pissing contest, good one.”

“Now shake on it and be civil,” I say. Aiden puts his hand out for Chris to shake. They shake once and let go.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now play nice, children, or you can both go to the naughty corner,” I say.

“Sorry. I honestly wasn’t looking at Sarah in that way,” Aiden says.

Chris nods. “I know, and I wasn’t flirting with Jeni either. I swear, I think of her like a sister.”

Aiden nods.

Sarah and I both breathe a little easier.

“Now you two go and talk about cars or something,” Sarah says, pushing them both into the dining area. They both laugh as they walk to
the dining table and sit down. Sarah and I watch them for the first few minutes to see if they are getting along. They seem to be talking about cars and actually having a civil conversation.

Sarah and I sit on the sofa.

“Phew, that was a close call,” Sarah says as we sit.

“Tell me about it, stupid, testosterone-filled, gorgeous men,” I say as we both giggle.

“So you’re officially his girlfriend?” Sarah asks.

“Yep, I’m officially off the market. We are exclusive.”

“What’s the deal with his father?”

I frown. “I’m not sure, but he’s one arrogant, asshole prick, and I’m being nice. I don’t know how Aiden’s mother puts up with him. I
know I wouldn’t. Guess all the money has gone to his head or something.”

Sarah looks at me. “Money... are they rich?”

I nod matter-of-factly.

“Wow, score,” she says.

“I don’t care about his money, you know that.”

“Yeah, of course, I know. Answer me this. Does he make you happy?”

I smile at her. “Yes, he does. I’ve never felt like this
before. I mean a week ago he irritated me beyond belief, but now I can see myself falling for him big time.”

“I’m glad to hear that. How are the trust issues going?”

“I don’t know. My heart is telling me to trust him
completely. My head, however, is telling me to be cautious and not get overly attached. That way,
when
he hurts me, I know I’ll be okay.”

Sarah shakes her head. “You have to let that go. You can’t have an honest relationship with him if you’re not fully committed. Let
yourself be open to him.”

The doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” Aiden says as he walks toward the door.

“What are you girls talking about?” Chris asks, looking at
us.

“Nothing, just the usual girly stuff. What are
you
girls talking about?” Sarah asks back at him.

He frowns. “Cars, the usual girly stuff.”

We laugh as Aiden comes back down the hallway with a
gigantic pizza box and garlic bread. Sarah and I move to the dining area, and Chris grabs some glasses and takes some soda from the fridge.

“This is like a double date,” Sarah says happily. We laugh
and dig into the pizza.

Aiden and Chris continue to talk “man stuff.”
Basically about cars. Sarah and I roll our eyes at each other as we eat the pizza.