Accidentally On Purpose

by Kaitlyn Ewald

  He eyed her.

  “You gonna keep it?”

  She smirked, “You bet I am.”

  He slowly handed it to her and she snatched it, tucking it into her opposite hand.

  “You’re not gonna keep that, are you?”

  She winked.

  “You’re smarter than you look!”

  “Why won’t you keep it?,” He asked, his hand sliding against her thigh again.

  Her heart kicked into overdrive as he glanced at her again, this time out of the corner of his eye. She tried to steady her breathing as they neared her mom’s neighborhood. She knew her mother would definitely not appreciate her showing up so late, drunk of all things, but she would rather be safe than sorry.

  “I don’t want or need your money, Aiden. You keep it.”

  She slid it back into the glove compartment and looked up in time to see that they’d just passed her mother’s street.

  “Wait! You can get there by turning down this street here,” She said pointing.

  Aiden slid into the left hand turn lane and glanced at her.

  He reached across her lap before she could stop him and took the stupid twenty out, holding it between his fingers.

  “You didn’t have to pay for my drinks, Lynn.”

  She opened her mouth to argue, but realized he’d driven too far down the block and that he would have to turn around, but before she could say something, he interrupted her.

  “I’ll give this back to you if you promise to keep it.”

  She nodded, fully intending on taking it back right then and there so she could slip it back under the passenger seat when she got out.

  When she reached for it, he held it out of her reach, laughing.

  “Give it back! I promise to keep it!”

  “No you don’t, you’ll just slip it somewhere else when I’m not lookin’,” He said.

  He held the money as far away from her as he could, but now, she just wanted to win the argument.

  “You can put that money down your pants darlin’, and I’ll still get my hands on it. Now it’s about the principle of the matter, not the context, and I never lose an argument,” She joked.

  His truck slid to a slow stop as he eyed her.

  “Is that so?”

  She nodded, “Yeah, that’s right.”

  As the truck came to a complete stop, he tucked the twenty between his teeth and reached for her wrists, which were still perched on the center console between them.

  “Come and get it then,” He said.

  Oh my God, he wants me to get it with my mouth?

  Lynn only paused for a second before she leaned in, surprised when at the last second he let the twenty slip from its place between his lips and kissed her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned in to it.

  That flutter in her chest felt like a full-fledged flock of birds beating against her ribcage as his grip on her wrists lessened and he buried one hand in her hair, drawing her in closer. She sighed against his lips as she drew back to make sure this was what he wanted.

  His gaze roamed over her face for a second before he tugged her in closer, his tongue sliding against hers. She had one hand on his thigh and the other wrapped around the back of his neck, her fingers lost in his short hair. His grip on her tightened as she kissed him back, her tongue seeking his, his teeth tugging on her bottom lip.

  Their kisses grew hotter by the second as her hand rose higher on his thigh, closer to the seat of jeans. The denim was rough under the soft palm of her hand as she squeezed his thigh.

  He grunted, yanked her in closer, tilted his head to the side so he could kiss her deeper. Her fingers rose higher, grazing his hard cock through the thick denim between them.

  Headlights illuminated the dark cab of his truck and she glanced over the back of his seat to see more than one car coming to a stop behind them.

  “Park, find somewhere to park,” she urged.

  The truck started to move forward as he kissed her again, one hand returning to the wheel.

  She had no idea how he managed to do it, but they were turning through a stop sign already, their lips still pressed together. He smiled into their kiss and didn’t say a word as he kept driving, leaning over to keep kissing her as often as he could.

  She didn’t mind it one bit, had no idea where the hell they were going, but as long as he kept kissing her, she didn’t care.

  She’d have followed him anywhere at that moment.

  They weren’t driving fast, but when she looked up, she didn’t recognize the neighborhood they were in. She had absolutely no idea where she was, but Jessica wouldn’t have let her leave with Aiden if she thought he would hurt her.

  As he pulled into an unfamiliar driveway she realized he’d taken her back to his house, and her eyes widened.

  “Where are we?,” She asked.

  There was no reason for her to ask, but she figured she should at least pretend to care.

  “An abandoned house,” He quipped as he stopped the truck and got out.

  She was reaching down to put her shoes back on when her door opened and he reached in to unbuckle her.

  Confused, she opened her mouth to tell him she was just sliding her shoes back on, but before she could get a word out, he lifted her into his arms bridal style. Lynn noticed he was still wearing his hat when she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  He closed the door behind her and pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her the entire way to his front porch.

  He only stopped to unlock the door around her, before his lips were seeking hers again.

  She wasn’t complaining, not in the least, when he carried her over the threshold and set her onto her feet, his lips still caressing hers.

  Once, twice, his mouth slanted over hers again and again until she was so confused she didn’t know what way was up. Or down.

  He closed the front door, his eyes on hers, as he kicked off his shoes. She stood in the darkness, watching, absolutely clueless as to how the evening had turned in the direction it was obviously going…right to Aiden’s room…

  And you thought he wouldn’t show!

  Remember to thank Jessica tomorrow!

  Her coat landed on the couch as she looked up in time to see him leaning down, his eyes still on her.

  This time she stood on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, her grip on him tight. She met him halfway this time.

  His hands found her waist as he leaned in to kiss her again, her head swimming. His mouth felt just as soft as she’d imagined, but better, and he tasted like expensive beer and mint.

  Her entire body was hot, scalding, as his fingers traced the lines of her curves.

  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on, or, well, wooed by a man. As far as foreplay went, he was doing far better than she could have imagined.

  His hands dropped to her ass, lifted her against him. Her hands ran through his hair, tossing his hat to the floor behind him. Besides their labored breathing, the sound of it hitting the floor was the only sound in his living room.

  His grip on her thighs tightened for a moment before he lifted her into his arms again, this time to wrap her legs around his waist.

  She tugged on the ends of his hair as she clasped her ankles behind his back and held on tight, her mouth open over his.

  He started walking, presumably to his bedroom, and just as he laid her back against his bed, she felt it. That moment of panic. That insecurity that assuredly more than one woman felt before they got naked with someone they weren’t familiar with.

  He pulled her closer by a quick tug on her ankles, letting her know he was absolutely sure he wanted to keep going. She wasn’t drunk anymore, just buzzed, and she was positive she wanted to keep going, too.

  He lifted her up to tug her shirt up over her head, his mouth fused against hers, his calloused hands sliding against her skin.

  They felt just as good as she could have hoped and then some, the rough texture a tantaliz
ing feeling against her soft skin. Her insecurities lessened when she reminded herself that she knew the difference.

  She knew a good man from a bad one. And, when he lifted her chin to kiss her again, softly, tenderly, she was sure.

  He won’t hurt me.

  Chapter 7

  Aiden’s shirt came off quick, landed on the floor near hers. Her earrings came off next, landing in the same pile as their shirts. She reached for his jeans, struggling to get his belt unclasped.

  He kissed her, tasted her, as he slid it open. She unbuttoned his jeans as fast as she could before he laid her back so he could step out of them. His gaze met hers in the moonlight, and Lynn was sure she’d gone crazy. She didn’t do one night stands. She didn’t do sleeping around.

  But, for some reason, this felt like only the beginning.

  Their bodies moved in a tangle of sweat and kisses and sighs as they fell onto his bed together, his fingers tugging her favorite pair of leggings down and off.

  She was definitely soaking wet, and she could feel her pulse deep in her pussy, there was no doubt that she was ready. Aiden tasted like redemption and forgiveness and all the things she never realized she needed.

  She felt absolutely vulnerable and terrified and completely safe when he reached for her again, this time just as naked as her. She paused.

  “Don’t be insecure, you have no reason to be. You’re beautiful,” He whispered.

  Her eyes got damp as his words sank in.

  She kissed him in thanks because she was shit with her words and she wanted him to know that she wanted him, regardless of any insecurities. He spread her thighs wide with his, a condom in hand.

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of you,” He asked.

  She nodded, a smile on her face.

  The purity of his question spoke volumes of that golden reputation he had as a man, and only made her feel more confident about her decision to move forward.

  To do what she really wanted to do.

  Be with him, if only for a night.

  Taste him, if only once.

  “I’m sure,” She reassured him.

  Their mouths met in the darkness again, her hands searching. The pads of her fingers traced the lines of his beautiful body as she learned every slope, every plane of muscle. She couldn’t have imagined anything better, but she kept that to herself as he positioned himself between her thighs.

  Their bodies lined up without any space between them, a perfect fit, and that only served to make Lynn breathless.

  “Are you sure you wanna do this?,” She whispered.

  For some reason, she wanted him to be sure. If he was telling the truth last week when he told her he didn’t take random women to his bed, she wanted to make sure that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  If only for tonight, for a few hours, she wanted to feel like this was what was supposed to happen between them.

  “Of course I’m sure.”

  He was doing a damn fine job of making her feel comfortable, coveted, and it had been a long while since Lynn felt anything but invisible. His hair fell into his eyes as he nuzzled his nose against hers, sipped her mouth, traced the line of her cupids bow with his tongue.

  She’d never had tender before, and this was borderline tender.

  This was romantic, and she was beginning to realize that she liked romantic. Almost as much as she liked him.

  One of his hands lifted her hips to meet the tip of his hard cock as he spread her thighs even wider to make room. She couldn’t stop her own hips from thrusting forward, ready to feel him. She was wet enough that they didn’t need any more foreplay, and she silently thanked her lucky stars when she caught a glimpse of what she was working with. His dick was p-e-r-f-e-c-t.

  Her hands traveled the length of his back, as she bit his bottom lip, nudging him below his spine to get him moving. He got the hint immediately, lifting her hip a little higher so he could slide his dick against her pussy once, twice. It felt so good, and Lynn couldn’t keep herself quiet when he yanked on the ends of her hair and buried himself in her tight pussy to the hilt.

  Both of them gasped, moaned in sync, gripped each other tighter.

  She had no idea how long it’d been for him, and she didn’t want to know. She didn’t have to worry though, because it was obvious, that that didn’t matter. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, and it felt fucking amazing, and Lynn never wanted it to end.

  Her back arched and her nails scored the length of his spine when he hit her g-spot from just the right angle.

  “Fuck,” He whispered against her hair as he tugged her towards the end of the bed and lifted her legs just a little higher.

  The new position had her tugging on the sheets, ripping one end of the fitted sheet from its rightful place.

  His eyes were on her, his mouth parted, his tongue snaking along the edges of his teeth. She’d never seen a man look at her like that before, and it was like a fucking drug to her used and abused heart. It was magic.

  It both served to heal her and make her feel like the most beautiful woman in the entire world, which was almost as insane as the rest of the events of the evening.

  He leaned down to kiss her again, making an orgasm swell to life inside of her like a tidal wave.

  She gripped him harder, buried her hands in his hair, opened her mouth over his as she gasped his name.

  She breathed him in, inhaled all the magic brewing between them. She exhaled all the loss and sadness and utter heartache she’d been holding on to for months, feeling for the first time in a very long time, that she was right where she was supposed to be.

  I’m free…

  Her entire body tensed at the same time his did, their breaths mingling as she came, hard.

  Her hips quivered against his as he slowed his thrusts, his chest rising and falling just as fast as hers.

  She blinked through her post orgasm tingles and kissed him softly as he scooted her backwards on the bed to make more room for himself.

  Their bodies were still intertwined when he laid down beside her, his fingers light as an angel’s wings as they roved over her curves.

  Lynn’s heart was still pounding when he laced their fingers together, his breathing still deep and slightly uneven.

  She had no idea what to say, didn’t know if anything really needed to be said, but that same ol’ insecurity she couldn’t fight started to creep in.

  It had been too long since she felt comfortable enough with a man to say what she was thinking, but Aiden didn’t seem to have that problem. If he did, he was great at hiding it.

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, so I’m sorry if that wasn’t up to par. Next time will be better, I promise.”

  Through her swimming thoughts, she felt confusion blossom.

  “Next time?”

  “Yeah, it’ll get better. At least, I hope I get better,” He said with a small chuckle.

  Her gaze lifted to meet his, and she saw that he had a pert smile on his mouth.

  Oh.

  He’s embarrassed because it didn’t last that long.

  That hadn’t mattered to her, and she said as much when she got the confidence to do so.

  “The timing didn’t bother me at all.”

  He was rubbing his palm along the curve of her spine as he cleared his throat.

  “Well, it bothered me. I tried to keep myself in check, but…it felt too damn good.”

  She’d just been wondering if he had enjoyed himself, but she guessed that was her answer.

  “I know what you mean,” She breathed.

  He inhaled deeply and pulled her over to lay on his chest, his fingers sweeping through her hair.

  Now, Lynn didn’t know what to do. Intimacy wasn’t her strong suit, and this felt suspiciously like good old fashioned intimacy. Maybe that’s why Jake had needed to find happiness in someone else’s arms; maybe she just wasn’t cut out for the romantic-lovey-dovey-intimacy that relatio
nships usually require. Maybe she should find a ride home right then and there so that she didn’t fuck anything up…

  He lifted the sheets and wrapped them around her, tucking her in gently against his chest. She didn’t dare move lest the magic disappear, and that was the last thing she wanted. She had no idea if it would ever wear off, if there would be a ‘next time,’ or if after she left she would never hear from him again.

  She was willing to bet the latter, because that’s what she was used to, even if he was Jessica’s brother.

  Shit.

  Her anxiety grew larger by the second, so she lifted onto one elbow and looked at him.

  He was relaxing, one arm thrown behind his head, as he looked right back at her. She pushed hair out of his eyes, noted that she adored their color, and sighed.

  “I wasn’t planning on this.”

  He laughed, “Me either, don’t worry. I didn’t expect this to happen.”

  That made her feel a little better. If he hadn’t planned it, then it really was just circumstance (and a little matchmaking from Jessica) that had caused this end result.

  What if it was fate?

  That little voice was back to whispering things it shouldn’t, and Lynn considered that as she rested her cheek against his chest.

  His heartbeat was sound and steady beneath his skin, echoing in her ear. She had to admit, she liked the sound; she liked where she was, who she was with, and as easily as a fresh rainfall, contentment washed over her again. That unease she’d been feeling slowly slipped away as he tightened his hold on her and brought her in closer.

  And, as he kissed her gently without any prompting, that little voice was back with one more word.

  Home.

  Chapter 8

  Lynn’s eyes peeled open slowly. It was still dark out, the moon high in the sky. She couldn’t remember falling asleep, but her sticky eyes told her it was hours ago. It had to be early morning, and when she rolled over to check her phone, she saw that it was nearly seven o’clock. A slow turn told her Aiden was still asleep, facing the opposite direction. He still had one arm around her, and even though she hated herself for it, she contemplated leaving for a solid minute.