Page 47 of Never Say Die
Shay gripped Aiden’s thighs and moaned against him, into him, and before he could saystoporwaitAiden spasmed, muscles hot and tight, clenching frantically. He gasped through the aftershocks, rocking against a wanting mouth until Shay pulled away, pressing his lips to Aiden’s inner thigh.
The bathroom became a panting, humid cage, but Aiden wanted to stay there. Wanted to fuck Shay on the floor and in the shower. Shay scraped his fangs along supple skin, like four, warm needles. Aiden quivered, still basking in a post-orgasm haze. The fangs on his leg came and went as Shay worked a hickey there. At one point, he paused, resting his teeth around the damp bruise, and Aiden thought about being bitten. Becoming optimally satisfying in a way Shay exclusively needed. Fear lingered on his throat, pooling under the freckle-like scars where Shay had bitten him before. Ecstasy, like a gauzy blindfold, wrapped around each thought. Euphoria said,do it, let him, give in. He palmed Shay’s nape and pushed, urging him closer. Knew what he wanted, what they both refused to ask for.Take it.
“Show me,” Aiden said, breathing hard. He knotted his fingers through Shay’s hair and pushed him closer.
Shay kissed his thigh, breathed, nosed, nuzzled, then bit.
Aiden clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle a harsh cry. Ignored the hot sting in his eyes and the throbbing on his thigh,between his legs, deep inside him, as Shay pulled life from him in slow, feverish gulps.
Yeah,he thought,we’re monsters, me and you.
Time fell out from under him. His chest lurched, trapping a feeble sob. He watched the walls inhale, exhale, and tremble violently. Closed his eyes and listened to hungry lips on his leg, and didn’t open them again until Shay stood. Another knock sounded at the door. Shadows crossed the hallway, obscuring the miniscule light. Aiden stared at his ripe, bloody mouth. Met his black eyes. Gripped the sink and remembered to breathe. Shay said nothing, just surged forward and reddened Aiden’s mouth with a fierce kiss.
They fucked twice. Once on the counter, hard and fast and brutal, with his fingernails deep in Shay’s back, muffling raspy moans against his neck, and then in the shower, slower, gentler, with Aiden’s palms on the tile and Shay’s forehead on his shoulder, and the water tinted like a sunset at their feet.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sunlight shot through the windshield, brightening the motorhome. Aiden kept his eyes closed, cocooned on the pull-out next to Georgia. He didn’t remember falling asleep, only that he’d left the lodge still damp from a lukewarm shower. He rewound last night like a cassette, catching moments in slow motion. Sitting in the booth while Shay wrapped a bandage around his thigh, opening the door to the RV, masking a limp in the crowded living room, gripping Shay’s hand on the stairs, soaking wet, arching his back with Shay buried inside him, tasting coins and salt, perched on the vanity, gasping and moaning, sayingcome inside melike a two-bit whore?—
Jesus, fuck. Okay, so. Ecstasy? Great. Also,notgreat. The fang-prints on his thigh stung, his hips ached, and his heartbeat sledgehammered behind his eyes. Exhaustion sank bone deep. Party induced. Drug induced. Sex induced, too.
He dug around under the pillow for his phone.
Aiden Moore: don’t take this the wrong way but when’s the last time you got tested?
A phone dinged in the bedroom. Pru cracked an energy drink and drummed her hands on the steering wheel.
Shay Bennett: Two months ago. You?
Aiden Moore: when i was in the hospital. i’m clean. few hookups after but nothing serious
Shay Bennett: I am too. Caught something right after I signed with Chain and got it cleared up. No big deal.
Shay Bennett: You oaky?
Aiden pushed his thighs together.
Aiden Moore: little sore but i’m fine. you?
Shay Bennett: just fine?
Aiden Moore: you’re not the first person to fuck me on a sink. don’t get cocky
Muffled laughter, the sleepy, cute kind, sounded beyond the fold-out door.
Shay Bennett: We still need to talk, Aiden. Especially now
Aiden Moore: yeah, i hear you. you go first.
Shay Bennett: We’re not doing this over text you idiot
Aiden huffed at his phone.
“Someone awake over there?” Pru asked.
He slid his legs over the edge of the couch-mattress and raked his fingers through his mussed hair. “Mornin’.”
“Oh, you. . . Hi. It’s afternoon, actually,” she corrected, and gestured to the empty passenger’s seat. “Keep me company?”
