Page 6 of Deviant

Even if I had the coordinates to my clit or G-spot, I wouldn’t give it to him. However, something tells me that even with a detailed map, Aidan wouldn’t be able to find either.

If things hadn’t gotten so messed up, I’d have ended this relationship with him ages ago.

But lifedidget royally fucked, even if I can’t ever seem to.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming!” he grunts loudly in my ear.

Thank God for that.

I know the minute he comes, when his body goes limp on top of mine like a crushing boulder on my chest. A wayward smile tugs on my lips as my lungs start to burn from being oxygen-deprived with his heavy weight on top of me. My arms instantly wrap themselves around him, holding him tighter so that he can lay on top of me a little longer and hopefully finish the job I’ve been too much of a coward to finish myself.

“That was amazing,” he whispers affectionately.

‘It wasn’t.’

“Did you come?”

‘No.’

I nod.

“Good,” he says, pleased with himself, before falling on his back beside me and giving me back room to breathe.

I frown when my lungs instantly draw a deep breath of their own accord, my breathing evening out again far too quickly for my liking.

Traitors.

I’m still fuming as I watch Aidan pull the condom off his now flaccid dick and throw it to the wastebasket at the corner of the room as if he were playing hoops.

Well…that’s my cue.

Before he even thinks of snuggling up to me, wanting to cuddle, I jump off the bed and get dressed.

“You’re leaving already?” he asks, surprised.

“Mm-hmm,” I mumble with a nod while pulling on my white summer dress over my head, followed by my favorite dark navy hoodie.

“I thought you were going to stay the night?” He pouts like a petulant child who was just told that playtime was over and to pack up his favorite toy.

“I promised my dad I’d pick him up after his shift,” I explain, my voice flat as I search for my white chucks under his bed.

“Are you his chauffeur now?” he accuses with unflattering, bitter sarcasm, a complete contrast to his typically friendly tone.

I bite my inner cheek and count to ten before lifting my head up to face my disappointed boyfriend, but a bit of my umbrage for his tone dissipates when I meet his puppy dog eyes staring back at me.

Damn it.

Any other girl in Blackwater Falls would be thrilled to call Aidan Larsen her boyfriend.

He’s got that charming boy-next-door quality about him that people love.

With his light blue eyes, easy pearly-white smiles, and cheek dimples, he can make anyone feel at ease.

It was one of the things I liked most about him—his ability to make me feel safe in a town that is anything but.

However, that was when shit like that mattered to me. The illusion of safety.

It’s really not his fault that I no longer find the trait appealing.

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