Page 69 of One Timer With A Wingman

“Okay, well, I’ll catch you guys later,” Luc says.

“Where are you off to?” Aaron asks him.

“Don’t ask,” he replies, sounding annoyed as he leaves.

Annie looks at me and shrugs and yawns. “I’m tired. I’m going back to bed.” She leaves Aaron and I sitting in the kitchen alone.

He rakes his fingers through his messy hair. “Are you, ah, having trouble sleeping because of the noise?”

“It’s fine, honestly.” I can’t look at him. This whole situation is very awkward.

“I don’t want things to feel awkward between us,” he says.

“I don’t want that either,” I reply. “You know if, um, you want to go out or hook up with girls or whatever, it’s fine. We aren’t together.”

He swallows hard. “That’s not what I want, Briar. You’re the last girl I slept with. I plan on keeping it that way.”

“But. . .”

“No buts. You and this baby are my priority,” he insists. In my head I’m doing some kind of hula dance because I’m pleased with his answer, even though I shouldn’t be. This co-parenting thing is going to get complicated, especially with me being a big hornball right now with all the changing hormones in my body.

“I’m going to go shower,” I say. I have my own shower that’s close to my room on the first floor.

“Okay, I’m going to make a bite to eat. Are you up for a Spanish omelet?”

“I’m good. Annie and I had a light dinner not too long ago. Have a good night.”

“You too.” He looks like he’s about to say something and he closes his mouth. I leave the kitchen and head to the bathroom. I take a warm shower and get into bed, but I feel restless. All this talk about sex has my body heated.

I watch a movie on Netflix and by the time I’m done it’s eleven thirty. I hear a bed creaking in the distance, followed by one of my friends having an orgasm. They really do have a lot of sex in this house. I bury my head under a pillow. I need to get some rest and stop thinking about sex.

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

Aaron

All my friends have gone to “sleep” early. AKA they are having sex with their girlfriends. I’m horny as hell and all wound up. I thought a trip to the gym earlier would get rid of my pent-up energy, but then I come home to Briar in a pair of short shorts and a cropped T-shirt, and I’m back to square one. To make matters worse, she tells me she’s going to shower and my mind drifts back to Punta Cana. To our nights tangled in the sheets and our mornings in the shower with my cock buried deep inside her.

I’m watching a movie on Netflix and my dick comes to life. Problem is, I’m sitting smack-dab in the middle of the family room with my cock tenting my shorts. I grab a throw pillow and hug it against me to hide my arousal. I’m watchingTheFast and Furiouswhen I hear a whimper. At first I think it came from upstairs but then there is another whimper, and I realize it came from Briar’s room. I shoot up to my feet and am by her door in a flash. This is why we need to be living together. I need to take care of her. I knock lightly on her door but there is no answer. Another whimper comes through the door.

I open the door a crack. “Briar?” I whisper.

“Aaron, OMG, yes, so good. Hmmm.”

Holy shit, she’s having a dirty dream about me. I should walk away but my dick has other thoughts as my hard-on returns with a vengeance. She is moaning and groaning and fisting the sheets as I bite hard into my lip. I’m about to step into the room and wake her up when something stops me. I’m intruding on her personal space. I don’t want to push things between us because I could end up pushing her away. I head up to my room and jack off twice. Problem is, I’m thinking of licking Briar’s breasts and having her wet pussy sucking on my cock when I come hard both times. At least it gives me enough relief to crash.

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The last fewweeks have gone by in a flash. Briar had another ultrasound, and the baby is growing just fine. I have kept my hands to myself and have not mentioned her wet dreams. And yes, that is plural. Every night I chill on the couch to watch Netflix, and every night I hear Briar orgasming in her sleep. I’m on edge and about to lose my mind; I want inside her so bad.

I walk through the door in the late afternoon to see Briar sitting on the couch watching a movie and eating popcorn. She’s also crying.

“Beautiful, why are you crying?” I drop my bag at the door and kick off my sneakers.

I take a seat beside her on the couch next to her and she lets me embrace her.

“I’m watchingThe Notebook. It’s so beautiful the way he stays with her in the retirement home,” she hiccups.

I exhale since there isn’t something really wrong. Then she pulls away. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I shouldn’t be. . .” She swipes at her eyes. I know she’s referring to the situation with Mom.

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