“I’m safe too,” I assured her. “There’s been only you for a long time.”
“I want you so much. Please.”
I moved again, nudging at her entrance.
Jesus, the heat of her.
Had I ever wanted anyone as much as I wanted her in this moment?
She arched, and I slid forward a little more.
The answer was no. I never had. I wanted this with her. Only her.
I slammed into her body, making us both shout.
Nothing prepared me for it. The heat and sensation of her—the way she gripped me. She matched my thrusts, clinging to me tightly. I pushed and pulled. She gave and took. Our bodies moved in long, rolling waves, the pleasure so great my eyes stung.
I kissed her, drowning in the sensations. Never wanting it to end. She stiffened, crying out my name, and all too soon, I followed her, ecstasy snapping at my spine. I came hard, thrusting relentlessly, her name falling from my lips until I collapsed on top of her.
Until we were nothing except a mass of entwined arms and legs, our bodies pressed so tight to each other, I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began.
For a few, unthinking moments, I was good with that. Then, as usual, reality—and my doubts—crept in, and I knew I had to move.
It was harder to separate myself from her this time. Somehow, I got to my feet and offered her my hand. “You grab a shower while I order tacos.”
“You could join me.”
“I think we’ve joined enough tonight, Cami.”
I ignored the flash of hurt in her eyes and bent over to grab her clothes. “I assume you have something to change into in your bag.”
“Yes.”
I picked up her bra and swung it on my finger, trying to tease her. “Maybe something a little less provocative next time so we don’t end up in this predicament again.”
She grabbed the bra from my hand. “God forbid.”
I stopped her from walking away. “Hey.”
“What?” she snapped.
“I’m sorry, okay? I just . . .” I huffed out a breath. “I find this part hard. I don’t know what to say or do.”
She shook her head, her expression softening. “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t expect anything? You made yourself very clear when we started.”
“Yet, I always feel awkward.”
“Just what a girl wants to hear after mind-blowing sex.”
My lips quirked. “Mind-blowing?”
“Well, it was. You’re kinda being a mood-killer here.”
I held up my hands. “Sorry.” I flicked my finger to my head with a wink. “I feel the same. Mind—officially blown.”
She walked toward the bathroom, glancing over her shoulder. “You should join me in the shower. Maybe your mind won’t be the only thing blown tonight.”
I gaped at her. I heard the shower come on and made a decision.
Or, at least, my cock made it for me.
I hurried to join her in the shower. Tacos could wait another few minutes.
Cami
OUR SHOWER TOOK longer than planned, and Aiden hadn’t ordered the tacos, deciding we would just wait for them since they were always fast. He was quiet on the drive to the restaurant. I didn’t try to push him, even though I wanted him to talk to me. He kept everything to himself. His thoughts and feelings were so deeply concealed that unless a person bothered to look into his eyes and see the hidden pain, they accepted the outward package. Strong, cocky, and playful. He was all that, but inside, there was more. He had a damaged soul, and as much as I wanted to help him, he had to want that from me.
I wasn’t sure he ever would.
We pulled into the parking lot as my phone buzzed. I looked at the message with a frown.
“Bentley says Emmy fell asleep, and he’s asking for a rain check on tacos. Maddox already told him that he and Dee weren’t coming since she’s still at work.” I sighed. “She’s always at work these days, it seems.”
“Something big happening?”
“It’s a case she’s researching for a new lawyer with the firm. I don’t know all the details, but it involves a huge property and estate dispute out west. She’ll be going for the court case too.”
“Huh. So she isn’t home much?”
“No. I feel as if I hardly see her anymore.” I didn’t bother adding I thought Maddox saw more of her than I did since I knew Aiden wouldn’t talk about his friend or his private life. I tamped down my disappointment, knowing my time with Aiden was over. I reached for my seat belt, pausing. “If it isn’t a problem, could you drop me home or at the closest subway stop?”
“What are you talking about?”
I indicated the rain that was falling steadily. “I don’t feel like walking too far to catch a ride home. My coat isn’t waterproof.”
“You’re not hungry?”
“Yeah, I am. I just assumed . . .” I let the words trail off, unable to state I knew he wouldn’t want to have dinner with me alone. It would be like a date, and we weren’t dating. He’d made that very clear.
“You assumed wrong. It’s tacos, Cami. We can grab some food and eat, then I’ll drive you home.” He shook his head in disgust. “As if I would drop you off at the subway, whether it’s raining or not. I’m not that much of an asshole.” He got out of the car and ducked his head down into the doorway. “You coming?”
I could only nod.
Inside, we grabbed a table, and Aiden didn’t even open his menu. He ordered nachos and more tacos than I thought we could eat, then added two house special margaritas. I lifted my eyebrows in surprise.
“Those things are lethal.”
“Just one.” He grinned. “I have some work to do when I get home.”
“It’ll be late. Can’t it wait until tomorrow? Is Bentley that much of a slave driver?”
“Why would you think it’s Bentley? Maybe I’m not good at my job.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Aiden,” I scoffed. “I’ve seen you in action. I’ve heard Bentley and Maddox talk about you. Emmy thinks you’re the cat’s meow.”
His eyes darkened, and he leaned forward, his voice low. “What about you, Cami? Aside from being an asshole that would fuck you, then drop you off at night in the rain to catch the subway home, what do you think of me?”
I studied him briefly. His dark, curly hair was still damp from the shower. He kept his beard trimmed tight to his skin, but it was thick and soft under my fingers when I touched him. His shoulders were broad as he leaned forward, resting his thick arms on the table. His eyes, as always, captivated me. They were so unique and stunning with one brown and one green iris. They showed his true emotions—but only if I looked beyond the nonchalant façade he presented to the world. They spoke to me now, my incorrect presumption still upsetting him.
“I don’t think you’re an asshole on any level, Aiden—”
The drinks and nachos arriving interrupted me. We ate and drank in silence, Aiden frowning as his gaze flitted around the restaurant. He looked uncomfortable and on edge. I drew in a long breath.
“I’m sorry I assumed something I shouldn’t have earlier. I know you have rules, and I didn’t want you to think you had to have dinner with me.”
His gaze softened as he looked at me, his shoulders loosening. “I’m sorry you felt I would rather eat alone than with you.” He shook his head. “I never meant to make you think that way. I just don’t want to give you false hope.”
“You’re not. I’m fine.”
“You’re a great girl, Cami. I enjoy spending time with you.”
I held up my hand, not wanting to hear it again. His idea of time spent together and mine were two different things. “I know. You’ve said it already. Please just—”
“I wish I could give you more. It’s never going to happen, though. It’s not how I’m built.”
I took a long drink of my margarita, wanting to ask him why. To make him explain what made him feel that way, and to tell him why I sa
w him differently. However, I knew it was useless, so I changed the subject.
“What is it you have to do tonight? A new deal?”
He waited until our waiter cleared away the empty nacho plates and the massive platter of tacos was placed in front of us. He dug in, eating two tacos before taking a break. He wiped his mouth and sipped his drink.
“Yes. An amazing opportunity fell into our lap earlier. Some prime lakefront. Three parcels, and the owners have a”—he grinned so wide, his eyes crinkled—“unique set of demands. Sandy transcribed them into a document, and I have to go through it tonight and be prepared for our meeting tomorrow.”
“You can’t do it in the morning?”
He ate three more tacos, used his napkin again, and hesitated. He looked wary, then shook his head with a heavy sigh. “I couldn’t be ready in time.”
“I’m sorry?”
He drained his margarita glass, then reached for the water, downing a large amount. He studied me before he spoke, his voice quiet. “I have dyslexia, Cami. I don’t read very fast, and when the document isn’t in a certain format, it takes me longer to read and absorb the content. In fact, there are times I can’t read it because nothing makes sense. It’s as if the letters move as I try to read. That happened today. The lists Jed, one of the sellers, wrote out were like a foreign language to me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t decipher the words.” He looked down, running his finger over the edge of his plate repeatedly. “I felt like shit, as if I were letting Bent and Mad Dog down.”
I was shocked at his revelation. He had never once told me anything personal about himself. I thought about the way he always bypassed a menu. How he didn’t keep score when we went bowling. The way he used a computer, studying the screen intently, mouthing things silently. It all made sense to me now. I swallowed before I replied. I didn’t want him to see how much his words affected me.
“I think you’re being too hard on yourself. I doubt they felt that way.”
“No, they never do. Bentley was awesome as usual. He said it was chicken scratch to him as well and he would have Sandy decipher it and type it up for me. I’ll study it tonight and have it memorized for tomorrow.”
“Sandy is good at deciphering chicken scratch?”
“Her father was a doctor, as well as her husband. So is her grandson. She insists she’s an ace at it.”
“Ah, that makes sense. Reading it after it’s typed helps you?”
He ate another taco, finishing off the platter. I still had two left of the four he had pushed on my plate, but I was much more interested in his story than eating.
“It does. There’s a font that seems to help me see the words clearer—why, I don’t know, but I discovered it in university, thanks to Maddox. He and Bentley knew about my dyslexia and some of my coping mechanisms. He wanted to help and asked me if I was willing to let him try.”
“You agreed, I take it.”
“I trusted him. He explained how adding a row of numbers is harder if they aren’t lined up in a similar fashion, and he wondered if a different font and spacing might help me, given some of my other preferences. It took us a while, but he was right. It’s not perfect and I still struggle, but it helps.”
“He’s a good friend.”
“They both are. He and Bentley formatted all my documents during university to help. They went with me to talk to my professors about what I needed. After, Bentley made sure every document in the office used that font and all the documents are formatted the same way. Plans, contracts, emails—everything. He does everything he can to make it easier on me. He even requests paperwork from clients and other people to be sent using that font. If not, Sandy redoes them for me.” He was quiet for a moment, then cleared his throat. “I was embarrassed at first, but he has never judged me, not once, and I appreciate his efforts.”
I resolved to hug Bentley a little harder the next time I saw him. My already good opinion of him grew immensely.
“You said something about memorizing?”
He raked a hand through his hair. “I have no idea why I’m telling you this.”
“Please don’t stop.”
“When I was younger, I developed some sort of trick, I suppose you could call it, that I use now more than ever. Most of the documents we use have the same wording. I find words that I know and can recognize, and I can figure out the rest of the page. Once I do, it’s locked in.” He tapped his head. “If there are changes, I can tell by finding my key words. I look for what is new or missing, rather than having to relearn the whole document. Once I read it, I can recall the entire thing. The same with conversations. I concentrate in a different manner from other people, and I can remember details most would forget. Bentley and Maddox know I can do these things, and they rely on me.”
“That must feel good.”
He lifted his shoulder, self-conscious. “Are you going to eat those last tacos?”
I pushed my plate toward him. “No. They’re yours.”
“You didn’t eat much. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good.”
I was fascinated watching him eat. He dove in, chewing fast, yet he wasn’t rude or messy. His table manners were impeccable, but he still ate quickly, almost defensively, as if someone were going to take his food away. I had a feeling he ate that way for a reason and I was dying to ask, but I was afraid he would stop talking altogether, so I kept my mouth shut.
“Is it the same for everyone with dyslexia?”
“No. There are many forms, and it affects people differently. My case isn’t as bad as some are, and I was able to bluff my way through school for a long time. I still do that when I have to, but I don’t like it.” He sighed. “I envy people who love to read. It’s such a chore for me.”
“Do you listen to audiobooks?”
“Yes. I enjoy hearing someone read out loud. It’s also a learning tool for me when I can follow along with the book.”
I made a mental note of that, then pressed on.
“So you’ll read the lists when you get home?”
“Yes. I want to be prepared for tomorrow. Bentley doesn’t want to wait on this and take a chance someone else will get wind of the land going up for sale.”
“It’s that great an opportunity?”
“The property is awesome.” He pulled out his phone and swiped the screen. “Look at those views.”
I went through the photos. “Those are breathtaking.”
“Makes me want to buy the land myself and build a place.” He chuckled.
The image of him on a porch, a beer in hand, as he stared out over the water came into my head. The fact that I was beside him resting my head on his shoulder and enjoying the view brought me up short. Neither was going to happen. I had to stop fooling myself.
Forcing a grin, I handed back his phone. “Are you sure I can be trusted with this information? Maybe I’ll run and scoop you. Break in to my piggy bank for the down payment.”
He laughed, his head thrown back and his shoulders shaking. “I think you’re a safe bet.” His face became serious. “If I didn’t trust you I wouldn’t have told you about my dyslexia, Cami. It’s rare I talk about it to anyone.”
I met his gaze. It was honest and open, although still wary. As if he were worried I would judge him.
“I think you’ve overcome something in an amazing fashion, Aiden. You’ve taken a challenge and learned to use it to your advantage. That’s to be praised, not hidden.”
“It’s personal.”
“It must have been difficult growing up. Was your family helpful?”
His face changed to a blank expression. His gaze dropped and his body stiffened. He spoke one word, the tone of his voice cold and distant. “No.”
He stood. “I’ll pay the bill. It’s time to go.”
He strode away without another word or glance, leaving me in shock.
I guessed our conversation was over.
I was tired and sore the next morning. It wa
s still raining, the dreary clouds matching my somber mood.
Aiden had been quiet and tense as he drove me home, although he’d walked me to my door and made sure I got inside.
I turned to him before opening the door, laying my hand on his arm.
“Aiden, I’m sorry if I overstepped. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He looked at my hand, then shook his head. “I just . . . I don’t talk about it, okay?”
“Okay.”
He surprised me by pressing a kiss to my forehead, then turning and walking to his car.
He had never done that before tonight.
I had barely slept all night, tossing and turning. Dee was up and out of the apartment early, and I spent some time researching dyslexia. I had no idea how many people it touched, the varying degrees of severity, and how it affected everyone in such a different manner. My admiration for Aiden only grew with the way he handled it and himself. The main thing that bothered me was how ashamed he felt, as if he believed that somehow it was his fault.
Once at school, I yanked open my locker door, pulling out notebooks and sketchpads, grumbling to myself. I had hoped my umbrella was there. I’d searched everywhere at home and texted Emmy to see if I had left it at her place, but she said no. Dee didn’t have it, so I hoped it was in my locker. I loved that umbrella. I had bought it at a one-of-a-kind craft fair, and I adored the brilliant pattern of irises, my favorite flower, that exploded when I opened it. It was double-sided, so I saw the flowers inside as well. It felt as if I were walking in a garden as it poured all around me. I racked my brain, the sinking feeling I had of leaving it on a bus or subway by accident settling into my chest. I wiped a hand on my shirt, feeling the damp of my skin. The rain wasn’t letting up anytime soon. Luckily, Emmy and Bent had picked me up not long after I’d left the apartment, saving me from being completely drenched. I sighed, realizing I would have to buy another umbrella, although it wouldn’t help today. I’d get a cheap one in Chinatown on the weekend.
“Hey, Cami!”
I turned, fixing a smile on my face at one of my fellow students. “Hi, Louisa.”
“Miserable day out, eh?”
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