Page 48 of His Last Will

Aiden:

Because I said so.

Aiden:

Don’t fight me, Ari.

Ari:

What if I want to fight you?

This woman knows just how to press my buttons.

Aiden:

Ari, all you have to do is ask.

If my teammates weren’t used to seeing me in a constant state of arousal, I might be a little more worried than I am. But luckily, I still have my boxers on. A modicum of decency or some shit.

Ari:

Ok, I’m asking.

Aiden:

You are playing with fire.

Ari:

Good, I want to be burned.

Ari:

I’ll wait around the corner near the visitor’s bus.

Aiden:

See you soon.

Lifting my boxers away from my body, I snap a quick picture and send it to her. There, that ought to warm her up. It’s a little chilly out tonight, so I’m only thinking of her comfort. I grab my shower supplies and rinse off before going to meet my girl. If Ari wants the beast, she’s got him now.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-ONE

ARI

Aiden’s dick fills the screen of my phone. Yelping, I darken the screen and look around to make sure no one can see, wanting to take my fill of it without it being too obvious. Waiting outside, tucked up against the corner of the arena, should give me enough privacy. Thank fuck Tony decided that it wasn’t important for him to come to the game since Gage would be in the vicinity. He claimed some “urgent meeting” but really I think he just wanted an excuse to kneel at Anthony’s feet.

I know I theoretically shouldn’t be alone but fucking gag me with some of this overprotective behavior. I know how to take care of myself. Plus, Gage and Aiden will be out soon enough. For fuck’s sake, I am not an invalid.

The deep V of his torso is highlighted in the image; his cut stomach—still a little sweaty from the game—makes my mouth water. The thick veins of his cock are easily visible, and I imagine kneeling in front of him, taking my time to lick each one up to the tip, tasting the precum that drips out from his cock.

My thighs clench together as I feel the need start to build between them. An emptiness that I’m finding only Aiden can fill. Tucking my phone back into my purse, I lean against the brick and shut my eyes.

I try to envision Brodie. He is still clear in my mind with his curly blond locks that frame his face and the devious smirk just begging for trouble. His tall frame would wrap around my body perfectly. Brodie would hold me close and rest his chin on my head when we were alone. Just breathing me in. If I concentrate hard enough, I can almost smell his woodsy cologne.

But it’s not really just him I imagine anymore. Because if I’m honest with myself, there’s someone at my back, wrapping their arms around both of us. Aiden doesn’t feel like something extra.