Page 62 of Done with You

That was a sex moan.

And he’d absolutely heard her make those noises before.

Just like last night, when he’d had to get up to yank it because she was making those noises, she was making them again. He leaned in closer to the door until his ear was against it, listening to the soft whimpers, heavy breathing, and sharp inhales.

Was she touching herself? Or was she sleeping?

He’d never been with a woman who actively had sex dreams to the point where she was vocal about it while sleeping. Not that he didn’t know it was a thing, he’d just never witnessed it himself in person before.

His hand fell to the knob, and for the briefest of moments, he considered going into her room to find out for himself. But he released it like he’d touched a hot coal.

No. That would be a serious invasion of privacy, and unlike the bathroom, the guest room was her space.

But his curiosity burned so hot, his palms itched.

“Oh, Aiden,” she crooned softly.

What the fuck?

Okay, first of all, holy fuck.

Second of all, she had to be sleeping, because even if she was awake and in the throes of her orgasm, or on the cusp of it, she wasn’t dumb enough to utter his name out loud. The apartment was small and the walls had been proven thin.

Third of all, she was having a sex dream about him. Him.

That last revelation couldn’t be ignored.

Holy fuck.

He stayed beside her door a little longer, hoping to hear his name again, to hear her find her release, but the sounds of climax never came. His name was never murmured again and eventually, he was forced to give up.

But, of course, his cock heard everything and perked up in anticipation, just in case he may be needed.

Which meant, Aiden couldn’t just go back to sleep.

So, like a teenage boy having found a stash of old porno mags, he went back into the bathroom and locked the door, all so he could hopefully, eventually, just maybe get some fucking sleep.

“It’s time to par-tay!” Mieka cheered as Rayma and Oona piled into the stretch Escalade they’d rented for the bachelorette party. They were the last to be picked up, so everyone who was invited was already inside. Pasha’s sister in-laws, Krista, Stacey, and Lydia, as well as Rayma’s best friend Peyton and three other women: Bella, Denise, and Chelsea. Everyone whooped and hollered when Rayma and Oona climbed into the luxury car.

“This is Andre, he’ll be our driver for the evening,” Mieka announced, pointing to the man in the chauffeur’s hat at the front of the Escalade. Andre gave a wave without turning around. “His wife is due any minute with baby number four, so let’s send that baby some stay-in-the-womb vibes, okay?”

“Stay in the womb, baby. Come out tomorrow,” Oona said, pressing her fingers to her temples.

Andre chuckled. “Thanks.”

“And of course, we can’t forget about the bride-to-be’s tiara, sash, penis necklace, tutu and penis earrings,” Pasha said, leaning forward to deck out their grinning baby sister in all the tacky shit they’d purchased the day before. She pretended to sniffle. “You’ve never looked more beautiful or grown up, kiddo.”

Rayma was all smiles. “It’s time to party, bitches! Because I’m getting MARRIED! Someone hand me the bottle of champagne. I need to catch up.” Denise handed her the bottle and Rayma drank straight from it. Everyone watched her with wide eyes.

When she finally came up for air, she let out a big “Whooooo!” which prompted everyone else to echo her. “Tally-ho, driver-man! To the first stop!” Rayma sat next to Oona and leaned over to whisper into her ear. “This is going to be a great night.” Then she kissed Oona on the cheek, only to go “Whooooo” again.

The bride was in all white, along with her tacky crap, while the rest of the bachelorette party was in black. It was just another way to bring attention to Rayma and keep it off the rest of them.

Oona was wearing one of her favorite little black dresses. She couldn’t even remember how many times it had come to her rescue when she needed something classy but also sexy to wear, and drew a blank the moment she opened her closet door.

The dress had a slight wave at the bottom hem that hit her mid-thigh, a deep V, and the same kind of fluttery wave or ruffle in the cap sleeve. It was made out of soft and sexy jersey fabric and could be rocked day or night, depending on the makeup, jewelry, and shoes. Since it was winter time, she was sporting black boots with a spiked heel that hit her upper calf, no jewelry besides her long dangly earrings with fake diamonds on the pendant, and she kept her hair long and wavy. Then, because she didn’t want to catch pneumonia, she tossed on her black leather jacket. She let Rayma do her makeup, and her baby sister convinced her to go with a dark wine-colored lip stain. Even she had to admit that she looked pretty damn good. Finally, of course, she layered on half a dozen plastic penis necklaces of various glow-in-the-dark colors.

Jordan had been picked up earlier that day for his party, meanwhile Oona treated Rayma to a mani-pedi at a salon, just the two of them. She would have loved to invited her other sisters, but they were busy doing something and it was also just really nice to spend some more one-on-one time with Rayma.

---