Page 96 of The Enemy of My Enemy Is… My Fake Boyfriend?

"Oh, God," she groaned. "Oh, my G—"

Her words cut off abruptly as she gasped, her tight channel suddenly squeezing me, over and over again, sending me into pure ecstasy. That was it.

My whole body tensed, every muscle, every cell, as the pressure built up to overflowing, and I finally let myself go. The pleasure radiated from my balls through my cock, until I exploded inside Aria, this intense feeling of our releases multiplying each other's, hers and mine together taking us to some mind-shattering, altered plane of consciousness.

The fucking vulnerability, the closeness, the intensity... I'd never even come close to feeling that with another soul.

Aria collapsed against me, her arms going around me, mine around hers, our hearts pounding in sync, her pussy still pulsing around me in what had to be the world's longest orgasm.

"See?" I said, slightly breathless as I chuckled. "You're more than capable of two. And next we'll try for three."

Her body shook as she giggled, our hot and sweaty skin stuck together. "I think I'll die if I have three."

"You won't die."

"Oh, my God, I can't." Her words came out in a pant. "I can't, Ethan. You... you sex fiend."

I laughed out loud. "You were the one on top.You'rethe sex fiend."

"Stop making me talk," she gasped. "I've never been able to do cardio and talk."

"Oh, so that's what the kids are calling it these days, huh? Doing cardio?"

She had no response except to shake me a little, her body still melted completely into mine, the two of us joined in every way possible. I let the moment wash over me, the fact that I'd just had the best sex of my life with Aria, this weird feeling of absolute happiness that I could only barely recall from my early childhood. I never thought I'd feel that again.

But Aria made me feel it. And she had been for a while now.

For that brief moment when she'd been upset with me and wanted to break up, when she'd given me that vinyl, I'd finally faced up to it, the fact that I didn't want to live my life without her. I couldn't imagine going back to my lonely existence without that Aria sparkle in my days.

I bounced her with my hips. "Baby, how did you ever come up with that record idea?"

"Hmm," she hummed. "Well, you know I was snooping—again, I'm sorry, trust issues, you know?—and I don't know. The idea just came to me to try to recreate it, not that it could ever replace the original. But maybe I could help fill that hole a little."

"You did." I gave her a kiss on the forehead, letting my lips linger there. "More than you know."

It was probably time to tell her the truth, as much as I hated to. But something surprising dawned on me then. Thinking back to that awful time, it wasn't as painful now. The passage of time hadn't really helped, but Aria had immensely.

"I never told you how the original one got destroyed, but I probably should."

Her body stilled. "You don't have to."

"I want to."

She made a light rubbing motion on my upper arm that simultaneously set off chills and relaxed the shit out of me.

"So when I went to boarding school, Chase was actually the first friend I made. I thought he was really cool, and we bonded over music."

"I never knew that," she murmured against my shoulder.

"Yeah, I thought I'd hit the jackpot at that school, getting out of my uncle's house, making new friends, even my cousins were okay to me. At first."

"What happened?" she whispered.

I took a deep breath, the memories flooding back like an unwelcome torrent of emotions. "Chase and I were inseparable, always hanging out, sharing music, dreaming about the future. But then things changed."

Aria's fingers tightened around me, a silent encouragement to continue.

"There was this girl, Emily. She transferred to our school, and she caught Chase's eye. Suddenly, everything revolved around her. But she didn't like him. She had the nerve to like me."

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