Page 144 of Collide
“It’s only open when I’m pleasuring you.”
I groan. “Precisely my point.”
He pecks my nose affectionately. “I have my mom’s eyes.”
“That explains it. There’s a warmth to them. Like whatever’s behind them is all good.”
Nestling into my neck, Aiden kisses a point that always makes me squirm. I can feel his smile against my skin. “You think I’m good?”
“The best.”
“Do good boys get rewarded?” His hands run up my sides, as he shifts, bringing the upper half of my body out of the water.
I squeal when the cold air touches my wet skin, my nipples sensitive to the air. I’m forced to pull him close, so our chests are flush. “You’re lucky I’m cold.”
Aiden grips my chin. “Do you think I can’t feel the way you’ve been grinding on my dick this whole time?”
Fire scalds my cheeks. “That was unintentional.”
“Mhm, of course it was.” He lifts me until we’re both soaking the towel he places on the tiles. In quick movements, he dries me off, then hands me a robe, while he dries off.
The way Aiden cares for me is something I’ve never experienced.I’ve complained about my dad to him constantly and not once has he told me I’m lucky to even have a dad. Or that there were people who had it worse—him for example. Never did he make my feelings seem less than because of his own experience. No one has ever understood me like he does.
Aiden lays me down gently on the bed, kissing the water droplets on my cheeks. His body feels so right against mine, I can feel my own heating and writhing in need. Warm lips cover my neck, my cheeks, then my lips. His large, callused hand travels up my bare leg until he’s under my robe. We’ve done this so many times before, but tonight it feels different. The air feels charged with something new.
“Take off your robe.” He moves to sit up against the headboard. Slowly, I drop it, feeling his hot gaze pinning me to the mattress.
“Come here.” Those two words send a weight dropping between my legs. I crawl over to him to touch his hard length. “Not yet. Move up higher.” He lies flat on the bed, waiting for me to follow his instructions.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting comfortable.” I eye him with suspicion. “Higher, Summer,” he demands.
I move high enough to straddle his abdomen. He smiles watching my uncertain movements. “Sit on my face, baby.”
Surprise lights up my features when he takes hold of my hips and yanks me forward until I'm hovering over his mouth. “Aiden,” I moan, feeling his hot breath on my pulsing core.
“Sit.”
I do, and immediately Aiden’s mouth is on me. I clasp the headboard for a semblance of control.
“All the way, Summer. I want you to ride my face.”
A high-pitched moan escapes my throat when I move my hips and meet every smooth glide of his tongue and every press of his fingers. With one hand on the headboard and one sinking into his hair, we say every word that settles in the air around us with our bodies.
49 | AIDEN
SLEEPING ON THE bus is a rarity when your teammates are impossibly annoying.
The three-hour bus ride back from Princeton has my head in knots. Quarterfinals, semifinals, and the tournament have been my only focus for the past three weeks. It paid off because winning regionals means there’s only one more game until the Frozen Four in Boston.
The only downside is that we’ll be up against Yale. And although we’ve beaten them once, they’re not to be underestimated. After a loss to them, Kian gets so drunk that he makes decisions he’ll regret for years. Tabitha was his last post-Yale mistake, and the year before he was suspended for streaking across Michigan’s campus. The aftermath never went over well with Coach, so he’s understandably desperate for this win.
When we hop off the bus and head into the locker room, Coach hands me a paper.
“You’re done with community service.” Today he allows a smile to sit easily on his face. “As much of an idiot you are for taking their fuck-up on your shoulders, I’m glad you stuck it out. Your research partner had a lot of good things to say about you. And so did I.”
I skim the paper. “They’re clearing it from my record?”
