Shelli’s nails dig into my back, her thighs squeezing me as I snake my arm around her waist, holding her in place so I can go deeper and deeper than before. With each thrust, a meep leaves her lips, and I can’t take it. I love pleasing her. I love making love to her, and as she comes undone, I’m not far behind. How could I resist?
She nuzzles her nose into my neck, kissing me tenderly as I unload in her. She’s been on birth control, and usually, I also use a condom. But there are moments like this when I want nothing between us. I want to feel her completely. She moves her lips up my neck, meeting my mouth as I go for hers. Our kiss is sloppy but beautiful at the same time. I can’t get enough.
I pull away when I can’t breathe anymore. I let my head fall back, drawing in deep breaths as she kisses my neck and chin. Her heart pounds against mine as she squeezes my waist with her thighs. When I look down at her, she’s got this little sex kitten grin on her lips.
With a satisfied sigh, she says, “I needed that.”
“Me too,” I agree, kissing her jawline. “I hate fighting with you.”
“I would say the same, but then we always have the hottest sex afterward.”
I grin against her jaw. “Is that why you start fights with me?”
She beams up at me. “Not telling,” she says, and we laugh together while I hold her ever so close. She kisses my cheek, my ear, before sucking on my earlobe. “Aiden.”
“Yeah?” I ask, feeling so totally complete it’s insane.
“I need your boxers.”
I open my eyes. “Not what I was expecting.”
She gives me a dry look. “And I wasn’t expecting to have my panties ripped!”
“Touché,” I say with a sinister grin. “Maybe I want you walking around naked so I can think about this sweet pussy all day.”
She’s not amused. “I have to bend down, lean over, and I can’t be having my vagina exposed. Give me your boxers, and I’ll give you such incredible head tonight.”
“I’m really loving these terms. Incredible, huh? I’ve heard of the best and good, but never incredible.”
Her lips tip up. “Trust me, you won’t be able to handle it.”
Needless to say, I give her my boxers.
And I think, if it’s possible, I fall in love with her all over again as I watch her walk away with her dress tucked into my tight black boxers.
“Hey, Shell.”
She looks over her shoulder at me, a sneaky little grin on her sweet face. “I love you, Aiden.”
I flash her a wide, loving smile. “And I love you, baby, but your dress is tucked into my boxers.”
I may laugh a little too hard as her eyes widen and she fixes the back.
But the best part?
She laughs along with me.
Chapter 8
Shelli
I click through the pictures from the shoot yesterday with tears in my eyes and in complete awe. The beauty, the strength, and, most of all, the bravery is inspiring. The biggest grin sits on my face as I look at the proofs on my laptop, my feet in Aiden’s lap as he does something on his phone. We have a huge family dinner tonight at Brooks House with my family and his. Basically, a regular Tuesday night. Or so I hope, but there’s no telling with these people. I think my brothers got in last night from Carolina, and I’m excited to see them, to hear how everything is going. It’ll be weird to cheer for the IceCats, but I will since my brothers will potentially be playing for them.
“Oh, Nico said Evan was struggling.”
Aiden puts his phone on my ankles, making a face. “What the hell does Nico know?”
I give him a dry look. “Stop.”
“But, for real. He doesn’t know Evan. He doesn’t know Evan struggles at first, but he’ll find his legs, get his mind right. He always does. He’s fine.”
I shrug, though I do love how supportive and protective he is over my baby brother. “I know, but they’re fighting for spots. He needs to be on his game.”
“Shell, Evan is fine. I promise,” he says, lifting his phone to look back at it.
“Maybe I should tell my mom?” I wonder, and he groans loudly.
“Jesus, please don’t. That’ll just put more pressure on the kid. He’s good.” He meets my gaze, and he knows I’m not satisfied with that response. He blows out a breath. “I’ll talk to him.”
I smile, and he sits up, meeting me halfway for a kiss. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” he answers with a wink. “Did you call Miranda?”
I nod, bursting at the seams with excitement. “Yeah. They are so excited to have me. I have to fly out the week after we get back from our honeymoon.”