Page 63 of Collide
Of every possibility of how tonight could have gone, Aiden on his knees in front of me was quite literally at the bottom of the list. But somehow this was even lower.
With his thumb grazing my bottom lip and a pitiful smile on his face, he shakes his head. Aiden moves away from my parted legs, and I feel cold and exposed. The realization of what just happened hits me hard. I close my legs as the sudden rejection pools in my stomach.
Aiden grabs my shirt from the floor and pulls it back over my head. With one last look, Aiden covers me completely. I’ve never been more disappointed to be dressed.
“Aiden,” I say, taking hold of his hands as he’s adjusting my shirt. With a rough exhale, he finally looks at me.
If confidence was the reason I found my voice, the look on his face is the reason I lose it again.
“If you want it, you’re going to come to me.” He lifts my hair from the shirt, pushing it back. “The next time I have you, it won’t be to prove something or to win some competition. It’s going to be because you know the only guy that can satisfy you is me.”
With one last look, he walks out.
20 | AIDEN
I’M A FUCKING idiot.
I might have looked confident when I walked out of her dorm, but it’s taking everything in me not to crawl back and give her what she wants. WhatIwant.
Finding out what shade of brown her nipples are might be the nail in the coffin. There’s no one I can blame but myself for charging into her dorm like I have a right to question her about who she let kiss her.
Instead of getting laid, I just hardwired the object of all my wet dreams into my brain. It hasn’t even been five minutes, and I can already count the showers I’ll need to jerk off to her. The walk back to the car is a walk of shame.
Did I expect to go into her dorm and make her come all over my face? Not for a second.
Even if I did, I didn’t think she would be just as eager for it.
I don’t bother with music for my drive because apparently, I wanted to torture myself even more. Fortunately, the roads are nearly empty. Trying to focus on my driving is impossible when I can still fucking taste her on my tongue. Her beautiful sounds and sweet body had me dropping to my knees without a second thought. Fucking center-fold worthy.
With her tits in my face and her pretty brown eyes watching me, I could worship her for eternity. I’m surprised I didn't come in my pants like a pubescent teen the second she let me undress her. There was so much to touch, so much to taste that I felt lucky to even be allowed to look at her.
Summer could have anyone pining over her. I've known that since she walked into Kilner’s office the first day I saw her. She would have rather slammed my head into a car door than have anything to do with my dick, but now, her breathyyesplays on a loop in my head. It’s a special kind of torture considering I just denied my dick its salvation. I can only imagine how wet and tight she would be taking all of me, so perfectly spread out on the back of that couch. Fuck.
Barging into her dorm to find out if she and Atwood were a thing wasn’t my finest moment. Crystal Yang’s ego was bruised since that sorority party, so she thought dragging me to the Ferris wheel would change my mind. It didn’t. Especially after I saw Atwood kissing Summer.
I can't remember if I even got an answer about why she kissed him. And I don’t know why that kiss twisted a knife so deep in my gut, I couldn’t breathe until I saw her again.
Pulling into the driveway, I spot Kian standing by the garage in his boxers as if to tell me this fucked up night isn’t over yet. He’s barefoot on the slick pavement. Music spills out of the house behind him, and a few people hang by the front door. Of course, they’ve resumed the fucking party.
There is nothing uneventful about this house. I should have taken Brady Winston’s advice more seriously because being a captain to these guys is like being a full-time babysitter.
I slam my truck door shut. “Ishida, what’s going on?”
He falls into me. “She’s back. She’s back for me!”
His horror-stricken look tells me everything I need to know.
Tabitha. Kian’s ex-girlfriend/stalker.“How do you know?”
“This was on my pillow!” He shoves the bride and groom wedding cake topper in my hands, and I relax.
Last year, a few days before Christmas break, a wedding cake was delivered to the house. When we opened it, it readCongratulations Mr. & Mrs. Ishida. Safe to say we don’t buy cake anymore, and anonymous deliveries are no longer accepted at the hockey house. Except the rest of us knew Dylan’s behind all this because he gets a kick out of messing with Kian.
“It’s probably nothing, buddy. I’ll take a look for you.”
Inside, I disconnect the bluetooth speakers. Get out. Party’s over,” I say over the groans and murmurs. There’s only so many things I can let slide for the sake of the team. The only reason I allowed a party earlier was so I could get everyone to Summer’s carnival. Not so these idiots can get plastered.
Finding Sebastian and Cole in the kitchen, I get them to direct everyone out the front door. I head straight for Dylan’s room and hear the moans too late. Knocking would have been smart.
