Page 87 of Unmasking Love
“Aiden!” I gasp.
He grins.
“You stole my underwear!” I accuse.
“I might have pocketed them on your first night over. Not my fault you couldn’t find them.” He shrugs and balls my panties into his fist.
“Tell me you haven’t been wearing them or something weird.”
“Not exactly.”
“What do you mean, 'not exactly'?”
He turns his face away from the screen for a moment. When his eyes come back to mine they’re piercing. “When I jerk off I wrap them around my cock.”
Involuntarily my thighs clench together and I swallow hard. That’s actually really hot.
“Wanna see?” He asks and he doesn’t wait for my response. He props up the phone on the bedside table and pulls his boxer briefs down. He’s already half hard and the languid strokes he gives himself look lazy. I look up into his face and see that he’s biting his lip and I find myself mirroring him.
“Touch yourself too Harper.” He whispers and I slide my fingers to my core. “Match my pace.”
Together we finger ourselves and I squeak instead of screaming out when my toes curl into my feet. My body stiffens and my eyes flutter shut but when he grunts quietly I open them and watch him ejaculate onto his stomach. He drags my panties through his release and rolls towards the phone.
“You’re going to ruin them,” I tease but it’s half hearted.
“You’re going to ruin me.”
Chapter 25
Aiden
"I think we nailed it.”
IshouldhavehadHarper come over an hour earlier. Or have had her waiting for me when I got home this morning. I only had time to eat her out once before I sank into her sweet cunt. No where close to enough to release the tension that’s built up over the last two weeks.
But we're on a deadline.
The guys helped me plan this date over team breakfasts and lunches while we were on the road.
Bryson made the case that dates need to be activity based so there is less pressure just to sit and talk to each other. Crosby added that the activity should involve ways to casually touch her or be close to her.
Duncan's vote was for rock climbing but I think that was just so the guys could spy on us.
Emmett suggested a movie but the guys all poo-pooed the idea because it was too cliché and best saved for later dates when holding her hand for a few hours in public was an established norm.
Felix listened in as the guys all chirped away about what would be best. Finally he cleared his throat and said "take a class."
When he was met with confused faces all around the table he explained that taking a class or a workshop together would give us an activity, show her I take an interest in her interests, and I'm willing to learn new things.
After a few quick searches I found the perfect thing.
We're going to reupholster a chair together.
Theworkshop is at this old warehouse space and is run by a group focused on repurposing materials in building and design projects. The class was for people with furniture they wanted to fix up but I called and asked them to find something for us to work on.
After helping Harper into the passenger seat, I round the front of the car and take a deep breath. She's already slept with me today. I don't need to be worried about this date going well. But I am. I just want her to have a good time, to like me outside of the hockey rink or the bedroom.
"So where are we off to?" Harper asks as I turn on the car.
