Free Spike by Jennifer Ryder Page B

lying back on the bed, hands behind his head. He flashes me his perfect teeth, and I suck on my bottom lip as I stalk my way over to the bed and kneel on the edge. I dot a few kisses up each leg, and when I reach the inside of his thigh, I run my tongue over his balls and up his length all the way to the tip. I continue my kisses over his stomach, his muscles flinching against my lips. I suck each nipple and tug with my teeth. A groan rumbles up his throat as his hands move to my hips.
    I position myself over him, and he grabs his cock, stroking the tip between my wet folds. I lower myself a little way at first, gradually taking him deeper and deeper before I slam down onto him, pushing the air from his lungs.
    I ride him harder and faster than I ever have before, not holding back for anything. Aidan takes my hand and places my fingers between my legs, moving over my clit in lazy circles, spreading my arousal. He moves his hands behind his head, letting me do all the work. Not that I mind. I’m in some kind of daze. I move my hands up to his chest, and squeeze his pecs to steady myself.
    “Touch yourself,” Aidan says.
    “What?” I mutter, almost out of breath, slowing down the pace.
    He takes my hand, and like before, runs my fingers over my swollen clit. I couldn’t do that in front of him. I want his hands on me, not mine.
    “I wanna watch you … see you make yourself come.” Somehow the inside of my cheek becomes appetizing, and I bite down as if that will help.
    “Don’t be shy, baby. Knock another one of my fantasies over. You’re gettin’ real good at it.”
    “And you wanna watch me do it?”
    “Yes. I. Do.” Aidan licks his lips.
    “Who am I to deny a man his fantasies?” I say, leaning down and whispering in his ear.
    Aidan moves his hand up my ribcage, sitting me upright. I move my fingers between my legs as I imagine Aidan would, except I can set the pace, the way I want it.
    I love Aidan’s work, but this is the best of both worlds. Moving my hand at just the right pace, up and down, in no time I fall apart, delicious waves of pleasure running right through me. Aidan grips my hips tight, lifting me and thrusting into me a few more times before he says my name almost inaudibly, pulsing deep inside.
    I slump on his chest, and slowly bring my hips to a stop. I kiss him hard, as if I’m taking that bit of calm from him that I’m so desperate for.
    “You’re an animal,” Aidan says, mumbling into my mouth.
    “Apparently so,” I say. “Aidan?”
    “Uh-huh?” he says, pushing long strands of my damp hair behind my ear.
    “I love you. More than anything.” Emotions I had tried to suppress seem to bubble up my throat, a tear close to spilling onto my cheek. With his hand behind my neck, he brings my face close to his, kisses me and holds me tight.
    “I love you too, baby girl,” he says with sincerity wrapped around each word.
    I snuggle my head on his chest, hiding my face so he can’t read what I’m afraid he’ll see.
     

CHAPTER SIX
    * AIDAN *
     
    Eevie seems distracted lately. I wonder whether it has something to do with my dad contacting me? Or could it be to do with speaking to Tara? If one of Eevie’s ex-boyfriends rang me out of the blue, they’d be getting a pretty clear “fuck off” message from me.
    I know Eevie’s got a lot on her plate though, or maybe it’s because I’m travelling so much, but even the sex seems different. Like it’s an escape for her. Sometimes it’s like she’s trying to desperately crawl inside of me. Not that I mind, not at all. She’s just more emotional than usual. Must be nearly that time of the month .
    Tara’s call has been bugging the shit out of me. I’ve gotta deal with her. Why the hell she made a big deal out of speaking to Eevie, I don’t know. Is this some sick, twisted attempt to break us up? Shake us up and see what happens? Now I’m off-limits, is she trying to worm her way back in? There’s no fucking way she’s gonna