Page 70 of Winning the Nightcap

“Yes, yes,” Bec pants between fierce kisses. Our groans overlap as I pulse into her between her deliciously thick thighs. She wraps them tightly around my waist. When I’m fully seated inside her, I pause and revel in the feel of her walls squeezing my cock like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“Fuck, Bec.” I sigh, still in disbelief that she’s here. That she can be this perfect for me, despite my flaws.

“Make me come, Aiden. I need to come.”

The desperation in her voice matches the relentless rhythm of movement taking over between our bodies. She grinds her clit against my pelvis while I drive into her, squeezing her ass cheeks in my palms, her pussy gripping me just as tightly. I know I won’t last long.

“God, just like that,” she says, her voice shaking. Our breathing is heavy, our movements more uncontrolled, and I feel her body tightening in my arms as she gets closer to coming. When she topples over the edge, my name falls off her lips in between her moans and sends me barreling into my own release as I groan into the space between her neck and shoulder.

We stand for a minute together, our breaths slowing, our bodies still wrapped tightly around each other, her arms linked around my shoulders, my cum spilling from where we’re still joined.

I feel her startle in my arms as a firm knock sounds three times on the opposite side of the hotel door. Her eyes lock onto mine, as wideas saucers.

“This is Steve from hotel reception,” a male voice rings out. “We got a noise complaint. Can you two keep it down?”

Bec bites her lips between her teeth, stifling a laugh, and I try to do the same.

“Yeah, man. Sorry about that. Had the TV too loud, I think.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hear my new friend Steve mumble as he walks away.

I pull out of Bec, carry her to the bed, and drop her onto the mattress with a bounce before collapsing beside her. We slowly turn our heads toward each other at the same time…and burst into laughter. A gut-splitting, soul-reviving laughter that blinds me to all the darkest parts of myself and leaves only Bec, only the light that shines from her warming me from the inside out.

Chapter Forty-Two

Bec

“Barbie has a fucking last name? I don’t believe it,” Dylan says incredulously from across the table.

“Believe it, bitch. It’s Roberts. Now, write it down. We only have forty-five seconds to turn in our answer,” Dee responds confidently beside me. Aiden is sitting on my other side, his arm around the back of my chair.

Earlier today, the Aviators walked away from their home opener with a win. The group of us who went to cheer for Aiden met at a bar downtown afterward to celebrate. Once Dee realized the bar was hosting a trivia night, she forced us all to participate. The competitor in her just can’t help herself.

For the last hour, she’s been working Dylan up with her extensive trivia knowledge while every single one of his guesses has been wrong. I’ve enjoyed sitting back and watching them go at it. They both bring plenty of fire and stubborn confidence—borderline arrogance—to the table.

“How the fuck do you know that, Dee? For someweirdreason, I can only imagine you cutting off your Barbies’ hair in a fit of rage, thriving in the anarchyof it all,” Dylan says.

“And you’re not wrong, sweetie pie,” Dee retorts. “My dolls all got badass haircuts compliments of yours truly. They looked like damn runway models when I was done with them.”

The announcer confirms that Dee’s answer is correct, and I swear I hear Dylan muttering curses under his breath before taking a big gulp of his beer. Dee smirks at him while chomping on a crispy fry.

“I’m almost scared to try to answer any of the questions with the encyclopedia sitting next to you,” Aiden murmurs in my ear.

“You and I both. With any luck, she’ll share her winnings before she realizes how much pain she should be in from carrying all of us on her back to victory,” I say quietly enough that only he hears.

“Next round is on us,” Dom calls out as he and Ellie rejoin the table with two buckets of beer to share.

“How is Luca doing with your parents tonight, Ellie?” Carissa asks.

“Well, he refused to nap but took a bottle, so I’m calling it a partial win,” Ellie responds. “Even if that means bedtime is going to be an absolute shit show,” she adds, grimacing.

Ellie has been doing her best adjusting to spending time away from Luca, especially since she’s gone back to work. She tries to make time to go out with friends while also making some time for herself, but she always seems more relaxed when she brings Luca with her instead. Lately, all of our get-togethers have been with Luca around, which we all love. But she didn’t feel comfortable bringing him to the game today, so to the grandparents he went…with plenty of video chats to check in.

“You be sure to call his favorite uncles over when you’re ready for your next break. We’d be happy to take the night shift if you two need some rest,” Chris offers, and Ellie leans into his side, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“You really are the best brother-in-law,” she says.

“What the fuck, Ellie? I’m sitting right here,” Jake yells over theroar of the bar as the trivia MC calls out the next answer, which Dee also guessed correctly.

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