Page 89 of Veiled

He pulls me against him, and I let out a little gasp. “Tell me. What’s your favor, Sweetheart?”

“Will you be nice to him? I’m obviously not asking you to be his best friend, but he really only knows Matt, Lucas, and me. And he and Lucas obviously aren’t friends. I don’t want him to be miserable here.”

“Ana, maybe I haven’t made myself clear enough, but I want all of you. That includes your friends, as long as they aren’t trying to kiss you or claim my spot in our bed.”

I narrow my eyes. “You’re not funny…and you aren’t moving in!”

“Oh, I’m hilarious,” he says, smirking. “But seriously, I’ve got an idea. When we’re done in here, why don’t you text Sasha and Matt, and we can all meet for an evening walk in the woods together,” he pauses, “unless you’d rather catch them up on this weekend alone?”

“A walk sounds great.” I let my gaze linger on him, a slow smile tugging at my lips. “But I think I’m going to need help cleaning up first.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He nips at my neck, and my head falls back against his solid chest. He lathers up the soap before rubbing his hands across my body, slowly lowering to his knees.

He lifts one of my feet, washing it before working his way up my leg and to my thigh. I let out a low moan when his fingers brush my core. Then, as if nothing had happened, he puts my leg back down and moves to the other side, repeating the motions and making me needier.

When he doesn’t take it any further, I let out a groan of disappointment.

“Don’t be a brat. We have to get ready if we are going to meet your friends before we head out to class.”

I need to feel him inside of me, even if it’s a quickie. “What if—”

He smiles, because apparently the desperation in my voice amuses him. “If you’re still feeling up to it tonight, I’ll make it up to you. I promise. But right now, you need to get your sexy ass out of this shower and get ready so I can start winning your friends over before our wedding.”

“You’re insufferable,” I laugh out, and he chuckles.

“You have no idea, but you’re stuck with me now.”

I message Matt and Sasha to come over when they’re ready to head to the clearing, but don’t mention Aiden. Kind of hard to explain through text that the guy who’s been Lucas’s best friend and a complete dick to me is now my boyfriend.

By the time I finish getting dressed, my room smells faintly of soap and Aiden’s cologne, woodsy, a hint of spice, and way too intoxicating. He’s sprawled out on my bed scrolling through his phone, shirt half-buttoned and hair still damp from the shower.

“You’re awfully comfortable for someone who isn’t moving in,” I say, leaning against the bathroom doorway.

He grins over the rim of the cup. “Just checking if you have a comfy mattress before I go out and buy us a new one.”

“I might actually strangle you.”

“Don’t talk dirty to me like that, your friends will be here any second.”

Before I can respond, there’s a knock at the door, three hard, quick raps.

“Told you,” his grin widens.

“That’s Matt. You ready?”

He takes the three steps it takes to get to me and kisses my forehead. “Ready.”

When I open the door, I find Sasha smiling, and then her eyebrows rise a little too high when she spots Aiden over my shoulder.

Matt doesn’t acknowledge Aiden as he steps into the room and envelops me in a hug.

“I’ve been worried about you since I got your text in the middle of the night, Lee. Are you ok?"

“Sorry, our mission got a little crazy so I couldn’t text you back, but I’m ok.”

Sasha laughs. “What were they thinking, separating you two for the whole weekend? I bet Antonio had to convince you not to break character to go make sure he wasn’t trying to drown her in the ocean or something crazy.”

“You would know if he did, since you two were texting. All. Weekend. Long.” He shoots back.