Page 46 of Accidentally Forever
I swallowed hard, that crevice in my heart pulsatingeven though I did my best to ignore it. “My dad forgot me again. Then he threw his book at my face. I didn’t duck completely.” I pointed to the bruise forming right beneath my hairline, and Aria’s eyes widened.
“Crew! You’re hurt and I couldn’t see it with your hair brushed that way. Oh, baby.” She moved forward and cupped my face. I turned to kiss her palm, and she scowled.
“Stop being so sweet. I’m mad at you for getting hurt and not telling any of us. Because I know you didn’t tell Lex. He’d have told me.”
“I can handle myself, Aria.”
Her hands dropped away. “Then why can’t you let me do the same?”
I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers. “Stop.”
“Stop what? Stop caring about you? Stop getting angry when you punch Travis? Stop wanting to yell at the world right along with you because of your dad?”
“Stop trying to be rational when there’s nothing rational about this.”
A tear slid down her cheek, and I set down the ice pack before leaning forward to kiss that tear away. And then the next. And then the next.
“I’m okay, Crew. Travis didn’t wound me. I don’t want you to be injured for him. He’s dangerous. And Idon’t want him to be part of this.” She pointed between the two of us. “I barely know whatthisis. I’m so afraid that once again he’s going to break down something important to me.”
“He can’t do that,” I lied once again. Because I didn’t know whatthiswas to begin with. And Travis would always be there.
The ghost and shade that would never leave.
“I need you to be okay too,” she whispered, and then went to her tiptoes to press her lips against mine.
I deepened the kiss, caging her with my arms against the desk. It started gentle and then grew harder as she parted her lips for me and moaned. She tilted her head back, and I used one hand to tug on her hair. It fell from its bun, and whatever was holding it up clattered to the desk.
I nudged my way between her legs, and then used one hand to lift her up by her thigh. She let out a gasp as she balanced on the edge of the desk, and I slid my hand up the slit in her dress.
“Did you wear this red for me?”
“Crew.”
“Aria. Tell me. Is this for me?”
Her lips trembled, her gaze dark. “You know I did. But we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Doing what?” I asked as I used one hand to cup herchin, slowly sliding my thumb into her mouth. “Suck.” When she did, my cock pressed against the zipper of my pants. Then I moved my hand beneath her dress and froze.
“Are you not wearing panties?” I asked before moving my thumb over her cunt.
“They got in the way.”
I growled before moving my hand to tug on her hair once more. She gasped, and then I speared her with two fingers. No preparation, no warning. But she was so wet the sound echoed through the quiet office.
“You’re so fucking sexy. You’re wet for me and I’m barely touching you. When you walk in those sexy heels for me, is your bare pussy out there for anyone to see if you bent over a certain way? Do your thighs rub together, humming along your clit? How close are you?”
“Crew, I was supposed to take care of you.”
“You’re doing it.” All she had to do was give in and she bathed me in care and hope.
“I can’t.”
“You’re going to.” I worked my fingers in and out of her, a fast motion that drenched my palm as I rolled my thumb over her clit. As her moaning grew louder, I crushed my mouth to hers, keeping her silent. And when she came, she clamped down around my fingers, the sensation nearly making me come in my pants.
I pulled my fingers out of her, and then shoved them in her mouth. She gagged, then smiled as she licked herself off me.
“Do you want my cock, Aria? Can I give that to you? After everything that happened, do you want my cock inside you?”
