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That was her answer.
What was happening between them wasn’t supposed to continue past the weekend. Anything else was just setting herself up for heartache. Happily ever after wasn’t her fate.
She didn’t love it, but she’d accepted it.
They were having fun because there was an expiration date and no expectations.
She knew for the right woman, Aiden could be more than just the good time he said he was. But he needed to get out from under the cloud of hurt and anger that was hanging over him. And maybe that’s why the Universe had brought them together. She was confident this weekend had helped him—his aura had already brightened in just the last twenty-four hours.
The orgasms probably helped.
They’d go their separate ways tomorrow and that would be that.
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Aiden
He finished helping Hope practice, stealing glances at Dakota the entire time.
When he’d attempted to bring up seeing her when they got back to Boston, he’d felt her body stiffen before he could even get the words out.
He was no Casanova, but he knew that couldn’t be good.
Now, she sat in a beach chair talking to Whitney and Steven and occasionally smiling at Aiden like nothing was wrong.
Maybe he’d imagined it?
But he knew he hadn’t.
Aiden debated until it got dark about whether to bring it up again. He was still no closer to an answer when the first of the fireworks burst into the air and she brought a blanket over and snuggled against him.
It felt like that’s where she belonged.
He took a breath and opened his mouth to suggest a date the following Friday when he felt her hand stroke his cock over his board shorts.
While Aiden wasn’t a ladies’ man, he did know a thing or two about timing, and now was not the time to ask her out. Something he sensed was deliberate on her part.
It didn’t take long before he was at full mast.
His fingers skimmed her belly as the colorful explosions lit up the night sky. Not taking his gaze away from the fireworks, he dipped his hand beneath her waistband to explore her folds.
“You’re wet, baby,” he growled in her ear as he pushed a finger inside her.
She gasped in perfect time with a pyrotechnic boom, and he proceeded to finger fuck her right there under the blanket while she reached under his drawstring to stroke his cock.
They were like two horny teenagers.
Glancing around, he realized that nobody else was even paying attention to them. They were all focused on their companions and the fireworks.
He circled her clit with his thumb and fucked her faster after she smeared his precum along the head of his dick and increased the tempo and pressure.
The logical, practical side of him said they should go to her room to finish this, but the lust-addled part said, “Fuck that.” He wanted to feel her quiver, right there on the sand, as much as he wanted his release.
When he felt her body tense, he covered her mouth with his to muffle her cries as she came undone just as the grand finale started. Although she fumbled her strokes through her orgasm, she regained her rhythm and had him spurting before the last explosion burst into the sky.
By the time people were cheering their approval of the show, the inside of his shorts was a cold, gooey mess.
“Come on, baby,” he murmured as he stood and reached for her hand. “Before anyone notices.”
