by Vivian Wood
He leans down and drops one more kiss on my lips, then turns me loose. “Lead the way.”
Grayson points at Aiden. “We’re not done, just so you know. Just because you are on good terms with Olivia does not mean that things are square between you and me.”
Aiden just nods. “I figured.”
Rachel frowns. “Seriously. What is happening right now?”
Grayson sighs heavily. “I’ll explain while we eat.”
The four of us head around the mess hall, smiling uncertainly at our partners.
Chapter Forty
Olivia
Later, when we are alone, Aiden is all over me. He pushes me into the little cabin I’ve been staying in. He barely has the door shut when he’s on top of me, his hands and mouth touching me everywhere.
And I want it. I ache for him, for him alone.
As Aiden lays me back on the bed, I shiver. He breaks off the kiss only to move his mouth lower, to my jaw and my neck. Scorching a path to my pulse point, he buries himself there. I feel the sting of his teeth for a second before he kisses the sensation away.
I had no idea that his mouth could be so hot. His lips against the pale column of my neck cause my breasts to tighten and lift. I realize that he is already pressing himself between my legs, falling there naturally when he moved us both on the bed. I am suddenly aware of the place between my thighs where I ache, the feeling more and more insistent the longer I’m with Aiden.
“I’m on fire for you,” I whisper. “My pussy is all yours, Aiden.”
He growls at that, burrowing his face in my collarbone.
His hand trails down to cup my breast through my shirt, pinching my nipple through my bra. Everything he does feels amazing, like a fire burning through a drought-parched land. He pinches my nipple again, sending shivers of electricity down my spine. I gasp at how connected my breasts seem to be to the slit between my legs, the slit that is growing damp now.
I have some ideas for what would feel good right now, most of them centered on the bulge in Aiden’s jeans. Pressing my hips up against his, I make a sound of pure need.
Aiden pulls back, desire flaring high in his eyes as he meets my gaze. When he speaks, his voice is rough as gravel.
“Do you want me?” he asks.
It’s as simple as that with Aiden.
I bite my lip and nod, my eagerness overcoming my shyness. He kisses me again, his hands drawing my tee shirt dress up and over my head. Just like that I am bare before him, wearing nothing but my bra and tights.
Aiden looks at me hungrily, his eyes dipping down to my breasts. He shoves off his shoes. I follow him, sitting up and untying my shoes, my heart beating in my throat. Then he strips off his shirt, leaving me half-drooling at his hard muscles. His abs. His pecs. His biceps…
Everywhere I look is ridged with muscle.
He returns to me, unbuttoning his jeans. He leaves them zipped, cradling my face as he kisses me. My heart is a hummingbird, fluttering in my chest. A moan emerges from my mouth as he takes me back onto the bed, trailing his hot kisses down my neck and across my chest.
When he kisses his way down to my breast, pulling one strap of my bra down and baring my nipple, the breath seizes in my chest. Then he fastens his wicked mouth on my nipple. I cry out at the almost electric sensation. It makes the ache between my legs spread a little wider.
He releases my breast, his face utterly dark as he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. I take a little bit of initiative and draw my bra off, tossing it aside. Then I’m bared before him, my hard nipples jutting proudly between us.
I hear his harsh intake of breath. It makes me flush.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, reaching out to cup one of my breasts. “You know that, don’t you?”
I turn even more scarlet. Reaching out a hand of my own, I touch his neck and trail my fingers down his arm. “You are too.”
That makes him laugh, his eyes crinkling. His humor is infectious and I find myself smiling softly.
“What?” I say.
“I can never read you. I never know what you’re about to say, that’s all.” His eyes wander down my body.
He runs his hands down my sides, finding the fullness of my hips between his two hands. He kisses me again, firmly and passionately, making me gasp with want. I hardly realize that he’s stripping off my tights until they are gone, until I am left with a skimpy pair of white lace panties as my last layer.
Aiden looks me directly in the eye as he starts to touch the tiny triangle of damp fabric. I let my eyelids flutter closed as his clever fingers begin rubbing near my aching clit. God, even this much friction is incredible.
He kisses me, his lips and tongue every bit as clever as his fingers. I’m shamelessly excited by him, by what lies ahead. I know nothing except how those fingers and that tongue make me feel.
Soon my panties too are gone, slid down my legs by his hasty hands. I look up at him as he spreads my thighs wide.
“Fuck,” he says, running his hands down my inner thighs. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Olivia.”
He brushes his fingers along my slit. I groan, trying to stay still. When he draws his fingers to his mouth, glistening with the juices of my excitement, my mouth falls open.
Has anything ever been sexier than watching Aiden lick my juices off of his own fingers?
Then he lifts himself up, his fingers going to his waistband. I watch, wide eyed, as he begins to unzip his pants. His cock springs free almost immediately, unencumbered by any underwear. My eyes zero in on it. It’s long, thick, and perfectly pink.
Now he’s naked before me, his thighs and hips as taut with muscle as the rest of him.
There is even that little vee of muscle at his hip bone. I shiver when I see that. My fingers reach out to touch that vee, without me ever having consciously thought about it. He moves closer, allowing my inspection.
And why not? He’s certainly got nothing to hide.
When he finds my pussy with his fingers again, stroking up and down the slit in rhythmic caresses, his gaze latches onto mine.
In his dark eyes, I see an expression of pure want. As his hand works a little faster, I make tiny mms and ohhs of pleasure.
He leans down, his cock pressing against me intimately. My mouth opens to kiss him when he gets closer, but he surprises me by murmuring in my ear.
“I have been waiting to do this to you since the second I saw you today,” he whispers, bringing his hand up to part my pussy lips.
Then he touches the tip of his tongue against my exposed clit, the part of me that has been throbbing for so long. It feels like a lightning bolt, straight to the pleasure center of my brain. The breath leaves my lungs for a minute as his tongue works around it in steady circles.
Soon I’m burying my hands in his hair and moving in time with the rhythm he sets. It’s so good that my whole body is on fire. He seals his lips around my clit and sucks. I’m on a precipice, holding onto my connection with reality by a thread.
Then he groans into my flesh, sending a tidal wave straight to the heart of me. With a shudder and a low moan I come apart, gripping at his hair. He continues to lick and kiss my clit gently until I stop him with my fingers.
I pull him back up to my head, kissing him hard. He tastes like ozone and something a little sweet. With a start, I realize that that’s me I’m tasting on his lips and tongue.
Aiden fists his cock, bringing the head to my entrance. I’m still slick from what he just did with his mouth, but when he starts to push his cock inside, even the smallest amount stretches me out. My body is resistant even though I want him.
There is a moment of genuine pain, bringing tears to my eyes. And then he is thrusting all the way in, making me forget the pain. Our bodies merge. For a second I am not sure what I am supposed to feel.
But then I close my eyes and relax into the thrust of his big cock. I start to feel something building, a vague pressure from far away. It i
s different than the burning desire I felt before, more like a spring slowly tightening.
“Open your eyes, Olivia,” he grits out.
So I do. I stare up into his gaze, feeling the coil of my desire tightening, inch by inch. Raking my nails down his back and meeting his thrusts with my own, I feel I have never been closer to another person than I am to Aiden right now.
“Fuck,” he mutters. His expression says he is either in pain or ecstatic, one of the two. “You are so goddamn beautiful.”
Watched by those dark eyes, I start to shatter once more, spasming as I come. He is right behind me, fucking me frantically, finding my hand and gripping it so hard that I am honestly afraid that it will break.
He comes with a shudder, pounding into me relentlessly. I can actually feel his cum inside me, but in the next second I forget that I was even thinking about it because he kisses me, long and with tongue. For several seconds, it’s just me and him, no one else even existing in the entire world. My heart beats erratically, in time with Aiden’s, and it just feels so right.
In the stillness afterward, my heartbeat frantically galloping in my ears, he rolls to the side and cups my stomach. I squirm a little; there is nothing to cup really, nothing of substance anyway, but I hate the idea that there will be soon.
“Stop,” I tell him softly, pushing his hand away.
Aiden looks up at me, bemused. “You’re carrying my baby, Olive. Maybe I can't tell now… but I will be able to soon.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Yeah. I know.”
Still, when he kisses my stomach, I can't help it. I want him to stop.
“Quit!” I insist.
He looks up at me with a grin. “All right. I will, for now. But can you imagine? A little girl or a little boy is growing inside there right this second. A baby with our features and our… I don't know, brains.” He stops, considering. “God, I hope it gets your brain.”
I suck in a breath. “You are… surprisingly cool with this. Like, shockingly understanding.”
Aiden just shrugs. “I don't know. I mean… in the back of my mind, I always thought I would have a family someday. I didn’t picture it being now, but…” He exhales a long breath. “I don't know. I’ve never done any of this before. I’ve never been in love. I’ve never proposed to anyone. I’ve never been a parent-to-be. I just figure… when it rains, it pours, I guess.”
My lips curl up at that. “Life has sort of dumped a lot on us at one time, hasn’t it?”
He smiles, resting his hand on my flat stomach. “Are you re-thinking saying no to my proposal of marriage?”
I shake my head. “Not even a little. We aren’t even sure that we can live together yet.”
“We can,” he says.
“You aren’t sure about that. You can't be!” I say, rolling my eyes.
He scrunches up his face. “I can. The question is, what will it take for you to get on board?”
I huff. “You just like to vex me.”
He grins. “Maybe.”
I make an aggrieved sound. “Okay. Let’s make a pact. In six months, if we have lived together and don't completely hate each other, you should ask again.”
He looks thoughtful. “That sounds reasonable.”
“And in the meantime, we should like… prepare.” I press my hand over his, against my stomach. “For everything.”
“Everything?” he asks, raising his brow. He cups my cheek with his free hand, his lips finding mine.
“Everything,” I repeat breathlessly, my lips moving against his.
It feels like a vow, or a promise.
I just hope it’s real, I hope it’s forever.
Because I feel so safe and so cherished right here in Aiden’s arms.
It feels like where I should spend the rest of my life. In a world of unknowns, that counts for more than I can say.
Chapter Forty-One
Eve
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Chapter Forty-Two
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Chapter Forty-Three
Meet Stellan and Margot!!
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
I’m handsome, obscenely wealthy, and strait-laced. Duty and honor come before what I want. I already have a list of wealthy, beautiful girls that are ready to marry me. When I meet pretty, pink haired, punk-rock Margot, I make myself a deal. I can take her... but only for one earth shattering night.
Proud, rebellious, a perfect body made for sin. Margot is my weakness; it’s too bad that she’s also a journalist. When she shows up again in Copenhagen, she is tasked with doing a story about me and the future of the royal line.
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Every time our hands brush, every single lustful glance, every damn time she bites her lip... Eventually, even my strong will can’t overcome temptation. Though it’s wrong, though my life is already all plotted out, I can't resist her.
I need her, in my bed and in my life.
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Sinful Enemy
Chapter One
Cate
I will never, ever understand what the big fuss is over Luca Leone.
As I sit across from him in the airport shuttle bus, rocking and swaying with the motion of all the stops and starts, I look at my best friend’s older brother skeptically. I’m wedged into this three person seat, Luna Leone on one side, our other bestie from college Harper on the other. Luna leans forward, looking out the window into the still bright early evening light.
And Luca sits opposite of us with his two closest friends, the three oversized men comically jammed together on this crowded bus. One dark haired, one blond, one ginger. They are quite a matched set. I see dark-haired Luca say something to his friends and laugh, though I can’t hear it. The engine is loud and the bus is packed so I can talk to Luna and Harper without being worried that Luca will overhear.
“Cate! Harper! When we get to the hotel, I call the biggest room. It is my birthday after all.” Luna grins at me and Harper, wiggling her eyebrows.
“No argument here,” Harper says, muffling a yawn.
; “Mm,” is my only comment.
I scrunch my face up, studying Luca as he talks to Bradford and Owen. Whatever they are talking about, his expression is sly. Probably making fun of somebody, I bet.
What is Luca’s deal?
He’s tall, yeah. Probably six foot two or three, without an ounce of fat on his big frame. I’ve seen him with his shirt off at the pool; his six pack abs and well-muscled arms are nothing to sneeze at. He’s got dark hair with just a hint of a curl. His angular cheeks have two days of dark stubble growing on them, which is kind of hot.
And then there are his eyes, a gorgeous dark brown-black wrapped in long, dark lashes. His gaze is always penetrating, making me feel like he sees right through me. Sees my darkest secrets and greatest wishes.
Swoon-worthy? Yeah, maybe. But all of that can’t make up for the fact that he is a jerk. He’s always antagonized me from the first moment that I met him when he picked up Luna and me from the mall. He pulled up in his too-expensive car, arched a brow, and uttered the words that would come to define our relationship.
“Honestly, Luna. This is who you think you should be bringing home? God, remind me to count all the silver when she leaves.”
My whole body filled with shame. From that moment on, Luca was the ultra-rich older playboy and I was the girl whose family just scraped by. We were entrenched.
Ugh. His smug smile makes me feel so… so tense. Like I have to be vigilant at all times, to be on my guard in case… well, of what, I’m not sure.
I’ve known Luna and Luca for almost nine years, since my first day of high school. And it has always been like this. Luna is the adorable one, playing younger sister to Luca. Luca is the brooding, taunting one… and I’m the one that is rushing to catch up with them, desperate and flushed while trying to keep pace.
