The Boyfriend Blog

“I love you, too, Aiden. So much.”

And with that, he picks up his pace, rocking in and out of me.

Harder.

Faster.

We pant and breathe whispered promises as he pushes my body further than ever. A tight ball of pressure builds low in my belly. Every thrust of his hips sets me on fire.

Aiden laces our fingers together and pulls them above my head, pinning my arms to the mattress as he pounds into me. My orgasm builds tighter and tighter, causing little spasms down my legs. Finally, I let go.

My body pulses around his as I buck my hips, desperate to drag out the best damn orgasm of my life.

Aiden’s back stiffens. His movements are no longer long and smooth but jerky as he follows me over the edge. Unlocking our fingers, Aiden buries his face against my neck and rolls off me. He pulls me to the side, fitting me into the crook of his arm, then rests his lips to the side of my head and says, “Now that I’ve had you, I’ll never get enough. I think I’m addicted.”

That sounds good to me. I sigh and cuddle against him, letting the gentle beat of his heart lull me to sleep.

16

Lizzie

Life is short. Chase the dream that sets your soul on fire. –Liz

I’m startled awake by the sound of sirens blaring. Aiden stirs beside me but doesn’t wake up. We turned to each other several times throughout the night. He made love to me more times than I can count. My muscles ache, and I know he must be exhausted because I’m spent. I curl up to his side and close my eyes, only to be woken up a few seconds later by a loud bang.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Rubbing my eyes, I sit up and shake Aiden. “Aiden, something’s going on.”

“Huh?

” It takes him a few seconds to come to, but when we hear another bang followed by a crash, he jolts out of bed.

My phone is lying on the nightstand, and I grab it. It’s 5:30 in the morning. Who in their right mind would be making this much noise at this time?

“Stay here.”

I wrap the sheet around my naked body, swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and watch Aiden yank on a pair of jeans. Next thing I know, he’s rushing back into the room, yelling my name.

“Get dressed. It’s Edna,” he says, pulling a shirt over his head. “There’s an ambulance here and paramedics. Hurry.”

Shit. I don’t have any clothes here, so I grab a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from Aiden’s drawer and follow him out of the apartment.

Edna’s apartment door is wide open, and we rush to it, only to be shoved back. “Sir, I’m going to need you to step back so they can work on her.”

“Work on her?” I ask, straining my neck to look past the guy. “What do you mean, work on her?”

“Are you family?” the man asks.

“No. She doesn’t have any family. We’re her neighbors,” Aiden says.

“And I’m her emergency contact. My name is Lizzie. Can you please tell us what’s going on?”

The man doesn’t have time to answer because a stretcher carrying Edna barrels out of the apartment. The paramedics shout orders to each other as they whizz by, only slowing long enough for one of them to yell out, “We’re taking her to Bourbon Regional.”

Aiden grabs my hand. “Let’s go.”

I look at my phone for the hundredth time. “Why hasn’t anyone come to talk to us yet?”