A Dash of Spice (Lights Camera Insta-love 2)

Eventually, however, I can’t keep up with his output and my mouth overflows. With a grunt, Aiden pulls his arousal out of my mouth and strokes it, jetting his remaining pleasure onto my mouth, cheeks and chin.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, writhing under the storm, putting my tongue out to catch the precious droplets. His teeth are clenched in pain, his knuckles white as he jerks over and over and over, his big chest heaving. He’s glorious.

“Mine now,” he grits out, shooting his male mixture onto my breasts. “Mine now!”

Seemingly depleted, Aiden falls sideways onto the bed, leaving me gasping up at the ceiling for air. His hoarse, labored breaths join with mine in the room, making beautiful music, and slowly his hand reaches down and brushes over my hair reverently.

“Lola.”

I can’t answer. I’m too busy trying to fill my lungs.

“Lola,” he says with increasing alarm, his concerned face appearing over mine. “Tell me that was okay. Tell me I didn’t do something wrong. Christ, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He finds his discarded T-shirt and carefully wipes my face and breasts, then tosses it aside, gathering me into his warm body like a child. “I don’t know what happens to me when we touch, baby. I forget to treat you like a lady.”

“I love it,” I whisper, nuzzling my cheek into his chest hair. “Don’t you dare stop.”

His voice is fervent against my temple. “Stay with me forever and I won’t.”

My eyes fly open at his words. For a little while, I forgot that Aiden and I need to remain temporary. Come morning, I won’t be able to fantasize that our relationship can go further than just one night. But maybe…maybe I can play pretend for just a while longer…

And hope against hope that I can walk out of here with my heart intact.

5

Aiden

My heart is going to beat out of my chest.

I’ve already fallen so deeply in love with Lola, my athlete’s mentality is kicking in. I’m panicking because, just like before a hockey game, I don’t want to lose. Unlike hockey, though, I don’t know what winning with Lola is supposed to look like.

Do I follow every single urge my heart throws at me?

For instance, we’re climbing into a hot shower right now, but I want to drop down on my knees and kiss her toes, kiss her knees, pray to her like she’s a goddess. Is any of this normal?

My chest feels like it’s on fire and I can’t seem to stop touching her. Any part of her naked skin I can get ahold of, my palms skim over eagerly. Her pale, little backside. Those hollows in between her neck and shoulders. Her adorable nose. I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to concentrate again if she’s around. Every inch of her is a distraction.

Is that a freckle on her tummy?

Oh my God. How is she so perfect?

I have to get her pregnant.

I need to.

There is nothing in this world that could make me regret coming in her sweet, suckling mouth except that I missed a chance to make our first baby. Jesus, what she did to me. What she let me do to her. I fucked her mouth like it was a pussy and all she did was moan and yank harder on my ass cheeks.

A groan works its way up my throat.

Am I going to come just thinking about it?

She gave me the best goddamn orgasm of my life five minutes ago and my cock has already hoisted the fucking mainsail again, eager to do some more plundering.

No, Aiden. I have to wait.

I’m worried if I give myself the green light again so soon, it’s going to be more of the same. A beast attacking its prey. She deserves better than that. I have to remember she’s a lady and treat her like one, even if my dick is already full to bursting again. This is the woman I’m going to marry. She’s going to be the mother of my children and I need her to love me back, dammit.

How the hell do I do that?

I follow Lola into the steaming shower while looking down at my calloused hands, as if they hold the answers. I’m quickly distracted by the picture she makes under the hot spray, her red hair plastering to her wet back, the water streaming down her spine and over her tight butt. She whimpers and tips her face toward the silver nozzle, her hands raking up her ribcage, over her tits and into her hair. I’m positive I’m standing here like a drooling simpleton, but I don’t know what else to do. She’s so fucking pretty.

“Aiden?”

My cock smacks off my belly when she says my name. “Yeah?” I croak.

“You play for the Brooklyn Bison…is that where you live? Brooklyn?”