Page 87 of Vain
“I’m not sure I’m in a position to judge,” I tease but he doesn’t laugh. “Aiden?”
He kicks off his boots and slips off his jacket, placing it on the chair before looking at me. “I’m okay, Tilly. Just tired.”
I shuffle over, careful not to spill my drink. “Come lie with me and get some rest. Everything else will keep until tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” He climbs up on the bed as I finish the rest of my lukewarm chocolate and place the empty cup on the bedside table. I wiggle down the bed and roll into Aiden, slipping my arm around his waist.
I lay my head on his chest and settle in. “I’m looking forward to going home.” I sigh. He tightens his arm around me but doesn’t say anything. I can’t help but feel like something is wrong, but I put it down to his being tired. “I love you, Aiden.”
“Love you too, Tilly,” he murmurs, kissing my head.
The press descended on the hospital like vultures in the morning as word of where I am leaks. Getting me out and to the car becomes a battle of fucking wills with flashes going off in my face and Aiden looking ready to murder the next person who shoves a microphone at me.
By the time we get home, I’m ready for another nap, which is crazy. I feel like all I’ve done in the last twenty-four hours is sleep.
“There she is.” Marley hurries across the foyer toward me, gently taking me in his arms and hugging me.
“You gave us quite the fright,” he tells me, pulling back so he can examine me. “You need a good meal. I’m making nothing but comfort food.”
“Sounds heavenly. Being on the other side of the camera sure has its perks.”
He winks at me as Greyson nudges him out of the way and hugs me himself. I feel him shaking a little.
“I’m okay Greyson. I promise.”
He kisses my cheek. “You’re home now. Everything is good. I’ll take your bag and unpack it for you. You two get settled in.” He takes the gym bag from Aiden and heads to the laundry room. I look at Marley, who shrugs. “You scared him, kiddo. Having you home will settle his nerves once more. Now shoo, go relax.”
“You don’t have to tell us twice,” Aiden says as he leads me upstairs to the bedroom. “Shower?”
“God yes.” I groan.
He steps behind me and slides my hair over my shoulder before kissing the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. I shiver and feel him grin against my skin. “I’ll go get the shower started.”
I murmur my agreement and watch him walk to the bathroom before I start undressing. My headache has eased today. It’s more like a dull ache than a stabbing pain, so it’s manageable. My body, though, feels stiff and sore. I guess that’s what happens when your car flips and rolls over.
I’m just sliding my underwear off when Aiden steps back into the room.
“I missed my favorite part.”
I smile. “Want me to get dressed and do it again?”
“Fuck no. I want you to stay exactly like that.” He starts stripping off his own clothes as I take a leaf out of his book andenjoy the show. By the time he’s naked, his cock is hard and my inner thighs are slick with my arousal.
He stalks toward me and sweeps me off my feet, carrying me bridal style to the shower. “Let me clean you up before I get you dirty again.”
I bury my face against his neck and laugh. He places me on my feet in the shower before stepping in behind me. He spends the next ten minutes washing and conditioning my hair and then cleaning every inch of my body.
I feel calm and relaxed for the first time in days.
“My turn.” I take his shower gel from the shelf and lather up my hands before I run them over his chest and arms. I clean him all over before my hands move to his cock. I stroke him slowly, his breathing turning ragged as he braces himself against the wall.
It quickly becomes apparent this is less about washing him and more about giving him pleasure. His eyes drift closed as he loses himself. I look down and watch each stroke and tug, reveling in the weight of him in my fist. I use my thumb to gather the pearl of precum at the tip and circle the head with it.
“Stroke me harder.” His voice comes out rough. I lift my head as his eyes sear into mine. I tighten my grip and jerk him faster.
When his breathing turns harsh, I reach up and cup his jaw with my free hand. “Kiss me.”
He doesn’t need telling twice. He slams his mouth down over mine in a carnal kiss that has me moaning into his mouth.
