Dump and Chase (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 1)

“And that’s a good thing, I guess?”

“A real good thing. If I weren’t so lazy, I’d go turn the light on.”

When he starts to move into me again, I smile. “Well, thanks.”

He smacks his hand hard against my ass and I cry out, but I love it. He continues to slam into me, each thrust harder than the one before, and I can’t get enough. I feel my orgasm building, I feel my body getting tight, but before I can come, he slams into me, jerking into me with his release.

“Wow. Couldn’t wait for me?”

He trails kisses down my back, squeezing my ass as he chuckles. “No one has ever said that to me.”

“Well, you may be some hotshot hockey player, but I like getting mine just as much as you do.”

He takes me by the jaw before he smothers my mouth with his. When he pulls away, he’s breathless. “Next time. Promise.”

I fall into the pillow as he removes himself from me. A smile sits on my lips as I hear him walking, and then the light from the bathroom fills the room. The room is spinning a bit, and I realize I might be a little more drunk than I realized. Or maybe I’m drunk on Aiden.

He is absolutely perfect.

The water starts to run as I rub my nose into the pillow, feeling completely and utterly spent. When the light switches off, I squeeze the pillow in my arms as he falls into the bed. I’m not sure if he wants me to leave, but I’m not ready to go. Pretty sure walking is going to be a challenge.

He reaches for a bottle of water and holds it out to me. “Thirsty?”

I take it from him, taking a long swig. “Thanks.”

He nods and takes one too. He lets out a long breath and falls back into the pillows before he pulls the sheets over us. It feels so natural. So perfect. I almost ask why he didn’t ask me out earlier. Why he didn’t tell me he wanted me. I totally would have been on board. So on board. Think I’ve been on board since I was eleven.

When he snakes his arms around my waist, our limbs tangle as he lays a soft kiss on my nose. “A nap and then round two.”

I grin against his top lip. “What about the party?”

He squeezes me. “The party is right here.”

My heart flutters. “It’s a pretty banging party.”

“It really is.” He kisses my nose again and then my temple. “That was incredible.”

“It was.”

“Don’t leave, okay?”

“Okay,” I agree, and I feel like I’m about to explode.

“So, sorry for not asking earlier—” I look up at him, the shadows hiding his beautiful eyes. “But what’s your name?”

I blink.

A cold feeling fills me as my heart sinks.

He doesn’t know who I am?

“I know it’s shitty, but Chris didn’t tell me your name. He usually tells me the names of the girls he brings for me to hook up with.”

“For you to hook up with…” I say slowly.

“Yeah. You knew that, right?”

Now, anger explodes inside me. “Yeah,” I lie as I close my eyes. I feel tears gather behind my lids as I ask, “So, you don’t know who I am?”

He furrows his brow, perplexed. “Am I supposed to? Like I said, Chris failed me this time.” He presses his lips to my top one. “I’m really sorry. It’s fucked up, I know. Please tell me your name.”

It is fucked up. It’s fucked up that my friend made me think Aiden knew who I was. That he wanted me. When, in reality, he had no clue. I was just another girl for him to fuck.

I press my lips together against his as I close my eyes. “It’s Grace.”

“Grace,” he mumbles as he kisses me once more. “What a beautiful name for an angel.”

I lean into the kiss, even though I know I shouldn’t. I should storm out of here. I should tell him to go fuck himself. Yet, I stay, using my middle name so that I’m not completely lying to him. I don’t know why I care, but I do. As pathetic as it sounds, I wanted this. I wanted this moment with him. While I want him to know it’s me, there has to be a reason that he doesn’t. That reason starts and ends with Chris, and I’ll deal with him tomorrow. But tonight, I want this moment. I won’t ruin it with the truth.

That he just had sex with me, Shelli Adler.

The girl he has always known…but sees right through.

Chapter Three

Aiden

My phone is vibrating on the bedside table, but there is no way I’m moving.

Not when I’m snuggled into the most perfect tit I’ve ever had the pleasure of having in my mouth. My bedmate’s legs are tangled with mine as my arm rests lazily against her waist. She is so soft. A bit thicker than I’m used to, but one night with her, and I realize I’ve been missing out. Hell, Chris has been holding out on me. He should have brought her in at the beginning of our little arrangement. I’ve never felt this satisfied in my life, and man, I want more.