Page 62 of Wreck Me
“I don’t look at her any special way, Mom. I can’t.” Could he? No, he couldn’t. “It doesn’t matter, she’s leaving soon, making her way down to Florida. She’s got a whole new life lined up for herself down there. A brother waiting for her to run his business. She’s not staying.”
“Do you want her to?” Stella asked with a raised brow.
“I…” Did he? What would it be like for her to stay here? See her longer? “I guess. Yeah, I do.” He shook his head. “But I’m not asking her. Besides, I like my life here. It’s fine. We’re just having fun. I can’t do serious.”
Stella let out a heavy sigh, but put an arm around his waist and her head on his shoulder. “I can’t say I understand why, Aidan. But I guess you have your reasons. Maybe one day you’ll tell me.”
She pulled away and kissed his cheek. “You’ve got a rare night off. The festival’s about over. Why don’t you take your girl home, Aidan?”
“She’s not my girl,” he protested on a huff.
But how many times that night had he thought that same thing?
Fuck.
Megan started toward him, and his mother walked away, stopping Megan halfway. They chatted for a minute then exchanged a hug before Megan continued his way. She stopped in front of him with a grin and her cheeks pink from the brisk air that was starting to get chillier.
“Ready to head home, gorgeous?”
Her eyes lit up. “Are you still going to punish me?”
Aidan looked around to see if anyone was looking at them and moved forward, slipping a hand around the back of her neck and tilting her face up to his and gripping her hip with the other hand. “Baby,” he whispered against her lips, “you have no idea how much trouble you’re in. My dick has been hard for you the whole night watching your ass in those jeans.”
Her eyes fluttered and a gasp slipped past her lips, her breath fanning across his face and sending a bolt of electricity to his crotch.
“And don’t think for one second I’ve forgotten how you used those amazing tits to distract me at Skee-Ball.”
“Sore loser, I won that fair and square.” Her words held a teasing lilt to them, but she was as turned on as he was since the words came out breathy.
He grinned and a moan slipped out of her. “Oh, Megan. Gorgeous Megan. I’m going to have fun with you tonight.”
Her eyes rose to meet his and she nipped at his lower lip. “Challenge accepted.”
Seventeen
Time for Dessert
By the timethey walked to the station, picked up his vehicle, and made the short drive to the cabin, they were both so turned on they barely cleared the front door before Aidan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him.
Megan gripped the lapels of his polo shirt to pull him even closer, and he shoved them against the front door, their body weight slamming it shut behind them.
Jackets were shoved to the floor, and they were a tangle of lips, tongues, and hands. Aidan couldn’t touch her in enough places.
“Too…many…clothes…” Megan muttered against his lips.
Aidan reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head, only leaving her lips long enough for the shirt to clear their faces. She put a hand on his chest before he could move back.
“I don’t know why, but when you take your shirt off that way it is so sexy.”
He grinned and moved in closer, pinning her to the sturdy wooden door with his hips. “If I didn’t want to fuck you so bad right now, I’d put it back on and take it off for you all night.”
“I’d rather you fuck me.”
“Good girl.”
He took her wrists and placed them on either side of her head and held them there. With his tongue, he drew tight circles on her neck before sucking the soft skin into his mouth. Her gasps went straight to his dick, and he wanted nothing more than to be inside her, fuck her against the wall, relieve the pressure that had built all night long. Watching her for the last few hours was extended foreplay.
But he had plans for her.
