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She pulled back, her eyes scanning my face before she said words that sent my control reeling over the edge.
“Please touch me, Aiken. I trust you.”
Anything she wanted, she would get.
31 Everly
AIKEN WASN’T WILL.They weren’t even the same category of man. Aiken was there for me, literally holding my hand as we drove across the country to spread my father’s ashes.
At night, we fell asleep with our arms wrapped around each other, and in the morning, he woke me with a kiss on my temple. It was perfect.
We were driving across the country so I could do one of the hardest things I would ever have to do, and yet, I was happier than I had been in a long while.
We talked openly on our drive, me telling him about my childhood and my father, and him telling me about his life on the streets and how he met the guys and got mixed up with the Sons of Sinister.
We laughed over dinner and settled into bed to watch TV like it was the most natural thing in the world. It as if we left our old selves in Atlanta. I was no longer the sad new girl who panicked when anyone spoke to her, and he wasn’t Skull, the moody drug dealer who owned The Strip and hated the world. Together, we were growing into something more.
I appreciated him and the way he held me without expectations while I slept. The way he would make sure his morning erection didn’t touch me even though I knew it was there. For a bit, I wondered if maybe he didn’t want anything to do with me or my body.
I thought perhaps all he wanted was a taste, and since I had given him that so easily, he was satisfied. But then I would catch him looking at me, his eyes falling down my body before he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me with my imagination running wild, thinking about what he was doing behind the door.
I watched him fall asleep beside me, one arm around me and one tucked behind his head, and I couldn’t help myself. I kissed him. After so many nights in his arms and him being a total gentleman, I had my fill. I needed more.
He wasn’t touching me. His fingers were tangled in the blankets, but the strain in his expression told me he was holding himself back. My heart swelled with love for him, but he had to know I trusted him explicitly.
I wanted him unhinged.
Untamed.
Taking me with all the strength and determination he had before he found out about the incident. I hadn’t given him many details about the attack, but he had an idea of what occurred, and it was apparent he was afraid if he let go, he would scare me.
He could never scare me.
Once I begged him to touch me, gentleman Aiken moved in the back, and Skull stepped forward. He lost his hands in my hair, leaning up and kissing me as I straddled him.
He didn’t try to hide his hard-on. Instead, he lifted his hips and pressed it into my center. I broke the kiss, gasping at the sensations he was drawing out of me, then I moved in for more. He devoured my mouth, his fingers digging into my hips as he worked me back and forth against him.
“Fuck,” he said, pulling back. “If we don’t slow down, I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“Then don’t,” I said, kissing him again.
He rolled us, moving on top of me, and I spread my thighs so he could fit himself between them.
“Seriously, Everly, if you don’t want this, say so now.”
Taking his hand, I pushed it into my pajama bottoms. Using my fingers, I pressed his into my soaking wet heat.
“What does that feel like to you?” I asked.
He groaned, running his fingers up my slit before circling my clit. I bit my bottom lip, loving the feel of his fingers.
I pushed at his sweats, wanting him naked and hot against me. He kicked them the rest of the way off, and they fell to the floor beside the bed.
Once I tugged my top off and threw it to the floor, he leaned over and captured a sensitive bud between his lips, sucking it deep and sending a wave of sensation down my body until it exploded from inside me in the form of more wetness.
While he devoured my breasts, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and panties and pulled them down. He helped me, and his rough palms slid down the outside of my thighs. He leaned back, pulling my clothes from my ankles and tossing them.
He moved down, separated me with his thumbs, and sucked on my clit. I lost my hands in his soft hair while he lapped at my pussy, devouring me until I exploded in his mouth, screaming and convulsing.
