Dump and Chase: Nashville Assassins: Next Generation

by Toni Aleo

  I have my dad’s eyes and my mom’s beauty. But knowing that about myself doesn’t mean my face doesn’t flush with color and my lips don’t curve into the brightest smile. Because it’s him. The guy I’ve crushed on for most of my life. He thinks I’m beautiful, when I thought he never even saw me. “Thank you.”

  He looks me up and down, his eyes poring over me like the sweetest syrup. “Usually, Chris’s friends aren’t this gorgeous.”

  The way he says friends is weird, but that’s neither here nor there. Aiden Brooks is looking at me, and I swear he sees me. He really sees me.

  “Thanks…?”

  He grins, and Lord, he is so charming. A simple grin has my heart fluttering in my chest. “That’s one hell of a compliment. He’s brought a lot of girls through here.”

  “This is my first time.” Well, no shit, Sherlock! He knows this. Why the hell did I say that? I’m such an idiot!

  He reaches out, taking my hip in his grip. I look down at his hand as my body burns with fire from his touch. I have wanted to feel his hands on me for as long as I can remember. I look up at him, wide-eyed, as his white teeth blind me. “Believe me, it won’t be your last.”

  I blink, and when my eyes open, it’s just in time to see his lips coming for mine. His hand moves to the middle of my back, pushing me into him as his lips capture mine. It’s like a siren is going off in my head as I fall into the kiss, my hands sliding up and around his neck to hold on for dear life.

  Because Aiden Brooks is kissing me.

  CHAPTER TWO

  SHELLI

  I WANT to say my head is spinning from how quickly Aiden gets me into his bedroom, but if I’m honest, it’s just him. He smells absolutely phenomenal. His scent is somewhere between that right-off-the-ice smell and woodsy. If an ice rink were in the woods on a cold winter day, that’s how I would describe Aiden’s smell. I don’t know where he got his cologne, but it makes me want to ice-skate right now.

  Well, maybe not right now.

  Aiden slides his large hands down my back, cupping my ass as he lifts me into his arms with ease. I wrap my legs around his narrow waist as my mouth moves with his. He tastes like tequila and lime. His lips feel so damn good against mine. He rakes his teeth along my bottom lip, biting ever so softly as I gasp into his mouth. He open-mouth kisses me with desperation, leaving me absolutely breathless. Has he wanted me for as long as I’ve wanted him? What’s stopped him? I mean, we could have been doing this for years!

  When his tongue duels with mine, I feel like I’m floating. I have been with my fair share of guys and I have no problem admitting that, but none of them have kissed me like Aiden Brooks is kissing me right now. When he falls on top of me on the bed, I squeeze his hips as he cups my jaw, his tongue sliding against mine. I push his jacket down his arms before reaching for his shirt. I pull it up and off him, only parting to get the shirt off. I run my hands down his taut chest, and I want to look at every single part of him, but then his mouth is back on mine. A deep moan rumbles in his chest, and soon I’m dripping with want. I’m sure there are some things to be said, but I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I was old enough to know what sex was, and there is no way I am ruining it with chitchat.

  He wants me. I want him. Let’s do this.

  When he sits back on his heels, he lifts me so that I’m in his lap, our mouths never stopping. His kisses are demanding, unrestrained, and I almost can’t keep up. It’s like he’s devouring me, and never have I felt so wanted. I feel him through my jeans, and my heart jackhammers in my chest. He’s so thick, so long, and Jesus, I want to taste him. I tear my mouth from his, and when he whimpers in the sexiest, most manly way, I swear I almost come.

  “Well, that was really hot,” I tease. His teeth flash at me as I move out of his lap, my knees landing on the bed on either side of him.

  “I have never done that before. You taste really good.”

  “I could say the same about you,” I admit as I reach for the button on his slacks. “But this is what I really wanna taste.”

  His eyes are hooded, dark, like the sky during a nasty tornado warning in Tennessee, as he watches me unleash his cock. I tear my gaze from his and look down at the swollen girth in my hand. He’s enormous, but I didn’t expect anything less. With my ass in the air, I take him into my mouth with no hesitation at all. I grip his base as I bring my lips up his velvety smooth skin. He slides his hand down my back, pulling at my shirt as a desperate moan leaves his lips. Holy crap, he makes me hot.

  I run my tongue over his head, along the ridge, and down the shaft before dipping my tongue in his hole. He jumps in my mouth, his moans getting louder with each lick I take of him. When he cups my breast, I lean into his hand. His fingers tweak my nipple, and thank God I didn’t wear a bra. Damn thing would be in the way. I move my tongue along his shaft, taking him deep into my mouth with gusto.

  I feel his fingers at the button of my jeans as I continue my work on his cock. I want him to come. I want to hear my name on his lips. Taste him. I want to watch him as he loses control. Dreams are nothing compared to reality in this case. He must have gotten frustrated with the button on my jeans because he just cups my center, squeezing it as I continue to move up and down his cock with ease. I can feel him pulsating, and soon he is jerking up into my mouth, coming hard.

  I open my eyes, needing to see him, and as I thought, the dream is nothing compared to the reality of watching Aiden Brooks come. His eyes fall shut, and his lashes kiss his cheeks sweetly. His face is full of color as he parts his mouth, and a hard moan leaves his swollen lips. His grip on my pussy tightens as I suck him dry. He lets his head fall back, and when he shakes it, my eyes widen.

  Was it not good?

  “Holy fuck, I like you,” he moans as he lifts his head. I rake my teeth along his cock as I sit up, looking over at him.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah, I’ve never met a mouth so damned dangerous.”

  With that, he captures my mouth, such heat in his kiss, I feel it all over. In my nipples, my pussy, my fingertips, down my back, along my shoulders, my stomach, my toes, everywhere. I feel him everywhere. His fingers tangle in the bottom of my shirt as he pulls away, looking down as he lifts it. He cups my breasts with both of his hands before meeting my gaze once more.

  “I swear, I don’t usually say this, but man, you’re gorgeous.”

  Heat explodes inside me. “You’re pretty gorgeous yourself,” I say with a wink, and he grins. I reach up, undoing his hair so that it falls in his gorgeous face. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” I whisper.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” I confirm as he pushes me back on the bed, and I laugh as he covers my body, kissing me almost immediately. Our limbs tangle, as do our tongues, while I hook my legs over his waist. He tears his mouth from mine and drags it down my jaw, nibbling and licking almost every single inch of me. When he trails his mouth down my neck, I lengthen it for him. My eyes drift shut as he runs his tongue over my collarbone and squeezes my breasts.

  I’m drunk with lust as he runs his tongue down the center of my chest and around the curve of both of my breasts. When he captures one of my nipples in his mouth, he takes the other in his fingers as he sucks and tweaks. It’s so much at once, and I feel my orgasm building in a way I’ve never felt it build before. I lift my head, wanting to watch his torturous mouth on me, but then he’s there, his eyes burning into mine.

  He takes my breath away.

  Dark tendrils fall into his face and mine. He moves his lips slowly against mine, not kissing me but slightly touching mine with his. When he rises up on his knees, I watch as he yanks at my jeans, pulling them down my legs and then tossing them over my shoulder. His eyes darken as he yanks down my thong but not all the way. It gets caught on my toe, but I don’t think either of us cares or notices.

  With such tenderness, he kisses down my belly before running his tongue down into the molten hot crux of my thighs. He pushes my knees apart and i
nto the bed as he laps his tongue against me. It feels totally amazing. He dips the tip of his tongue between my lips, and his name comes out in a harsh moan. His fingers bite into my thighs at the sound, and when he finds my clit, he’s ruthless. I almost come off the bed, arching so high as he devours me. His tongue is wild inside me, probing and licking every single part of me. He drops to his elbows, opening me up and then flicking his tongue against my clit until I’m screaming so loud, I’m sure the other partygoers can hear me.

  But I don’t care.

  When I come, I come so hard, I feel like I was knocked into next week. My heart is in my throat, and I’m pretty sure I can’t move. My legs are trembling, and my heart is knocking so hard it hurts. Aiden kisses my thighs, my hips, before dipping his tongue into my belly button. I open my eyes and take in his gorgeous body. I couldn’t see it well earlier, but now, with the moon shining in on us, he’s spectacular. He’s rippled with muscle. Such defined shoulders, thick biceps, and a set of abs that could wash nine loads of laundry. He has those crazy dips at his waist that I’ve read make girls stupid, and I can now confirm that’s a fact.

  I feel dizzy.

  He must have been looking me over also, because when our eyes meet, we both seem pretty damn satisfied. He takes me by the back of my knee and pushes it up against the mattress. He grips his engorged cock, and my eyes widen when I realize what he is doing. I press my hand into his rock-hard stomach, and our eyes meet again.

  “Whoa, buddy. Where is the condom?”

  He draws his brows in. “I’m clean.”

  “So? I don’t know that, and you also don’t know that I’m clean—though I am.”

  He looks so offended. “Usually, the girls Chris brings don’t make me wear one.”

  Now, I’m offended. “Well, I’m not like these other girls you keep bringing up.”

  He blinks, and I narrow my eyes. “You’re sure the hell not.”

  He bites his lip as one side of his mouth quirks up. It’s so charming in a way that hits me right in the gut and makes it easier for me to ignore the fact that he keeps mentioning all these girls Chris brings. I’m gonna have to ask about that. I forget all about that though when Aiden lies across my stomach to rummage in his bedside drawer. I watch as he rips a condom from the pack and then sits back on his haunches. He tears the condom package with his teeth before sheathing himself with the rubber.

  When he looks back down at me, heat has crept up his neck into his face. “How do you like it?”

  I lick my lips. “How do you mean?”

  “Hard, slow. Tell me what you want.” He moves his fingers up my leg, wrapping them around my knee.

  The side of my mouth lifts as I run my hands down his arms. I’ve never had someone ask me that. “How do you want it?”

  “I just want you,” he says roughly, and then he pushes into me in one hard thrust. His appreciative groan is loud, matching my own moan as he falls on top of me. I let my eyes fall shut, digging my head into the bed and making my shoulders lift off the mattress. I press my breasts into his thick, hot chest as he pulls out of me and pushes back in, harder this time, taking my breath away. He grips my hips in his hands, shifting them up, and goes deeper inside me, filling me completely. His knees are under my ass as he starts to pound into me, my lust-filled cries echoing off the walls of the room.

  “Hell, I love your ass.”

  I thought things were too hot for me to laugh, but I find myself giggling. I open my eyes as he licks at my breast. “Want to hit it from behind?”

  He lifts his head, his hair falling into his eyes. “Yes. Yes, I would.”

  “Be my guest.”

  I don’t even get to take in my next breath before he has me on my stomach, lifting my hips so that he can enter me from behind. I didn’t think he could go deeper, but he does, his hips slamming into my ass with each thrust. He molds my ass with his hands as he continues to thrust into me, each jerk pushing me forward into the headboard. Since I don’t want to hit my head, I hold on to it as he continues his massive pounding.

  It’s glorious.

  When I feel his hands in my hair—or, more accurately, my wig—my hands come up to stop him, but all that does is push me forward into the pillows.

  “Oh, it’s a wig?”

  “For the love of Pete.” I reach up, pulling off my wig and the cap and letting my hair out of its low bun. “Yeah, I didn’t have time to do my hair.”

  I hear the fake crown on the wig hit something, and I assume he just threw it on the floor. When I look over my shoulder at him, he’s grinning. “I bet you’re still hot.”

  “Can’t see me?” The room is dark, but I can still see him in the light of the moon.

  He shrugs. “Not really, but it’s okay. I know what I’ve got.”

  “And that’s a good thing, I guess?”

  “A real good thing. If I weren’t so lazy, I’d go turn the light on.”

  When he starts to move into me again, I smile. “Well, thanks.”

  He smacks his hand hard against my ass and I cry out, but I love it. He continues to slam into me, each thrust harder than the one before, and I can’t get enough. I feel my orgasm building, I feel my body getting tight, but before I can come, he slams into me, jerking into me with his release.

  “Wow. Couldn’t wait for me?”

  He trails kisses down my back, squeezing my ass as he chuckles. “No one has ever said that to me.”

  “Well, you may be some hotshot hockey player, but I like getting mine just as much as you do.”

  He takes me by the jaw before he smothers my mouth with his. When he pulls away, he’s breathless. “Next time. Promise.”

  I fall into the pillow as he removes himself from me. A smile sits on my lips as I hear him walking, and then the light from the bathroom fills the room. The room is spinning a bit, and I realize I might be a little more drunk than I realized. Or maybe I’m drunk on Aiden.

  He is absolutely perfect.

  The water starts to run as I rub my nose into the pillow, feeling completely and utterly spent. When the light switches off, I squeeze the pillow in my arms as he falls into the bed. I’m not sure if he wants me to leave, but I’m not ready to go. Pretty sure walking is going to be a challenge.

  He reaches for a bottle of water and holds it out to me. “Thirsty?”

  I take it from him, taking a long swig. “Thanks.”

  He nods and takes one too. He lets out a long breath and falls back into the pillows before he pulls the sheets over us. It feels so natural. So perfect. I almost ask why he didn’t ask me out earlier. Why he didn’t tell me he wanted me. I totally would have been on board. So on board. Think I’ve been on board since I was eleven.

  When he snakes his arms around my waist, our limbs tangle as he lays a soft kiss on my nose. “A nap and then round two.”

  I grin against his top lip. “What about the party?”

  He squeezes me. “The party is right here.”

  My heart flutters. “It’s a pretty banging party.”

  “It really is.” He kisses my nose again and then my temple. “That was incredible.”

  “It was.”

  “Don’t leave, okay?”

  “Okay,” I agree, and I feel like I’m about to explode.

  “So, sorry for not asking earlier—” I look up at him, the shadows hiding his beautiful eyes. “But what’s your name?”

  I blink.

  A cold feeling fills me as my heart sinks.

  He doesn’t know who I am?

  “I know it’s shitty, but Chris didn’t tell me your name. He usually tells me the names of the girls he brings for me to hook up with.”

  “For you to hook up with…” I say slowly.

  “Yeah. You knew that, right?”

  Now, anger explodes inside me. “Yeah,” I lie as I close my eyes. I feel tears gather behind my lids as I ask, “So, you don’t know who I am?”

  He furrows his brow, perplexed. “Am I supposed to? Like
I said, Chris failed me this time.” He presses his lips to my top one. “I’m really sorry. It’s fucked up, I know. Please tell me your name.”

  It is fucked up. It’s fucked up that my friend made me think Aiden knew who I was. That he wanted me. When, in reality, he had no clue. I was just another girl for him to fuck.

  I press my lips together against his as I close my eyes. “It’s Grace.”

  “Grace,” he mumbles as he kisses me once more. “What a beautiful name for an angel.”

  I lean into the kiss, even though I know I shouldn’t. I should storm out of here. I should tell him to go fuck himself. Yet, I stay, using my middle name so that I’m not completely lying to him. I don’t know why I care, but I do. As pathetic as it sounds, I wanted this. I wanted this moment with him. While I want him to know it’s me, there has to be a reason that he doesn’t. That reason starts and ends with Chris, and I’ll deal with him tomorrow. But tonight, I want this moment. I won’t ruin it with the truth.

  That he just had sex with me, Shelli Adler.

  The girl he has always known…but sees right through.

  CHAPTER THREE

  AIDEN

  MY PHONE IS VIBRATING on the bedside table, but there is no way I’m moving.

  Not when I’m snuggled into the most perfect tit I’ve ever had the pleasure of having in my mouth. My bedmate’s legs are tangled with mine as my arm rests lazily against her waist. She is so soft. A bit thicker than I’m used to, but one night with her, and I realize I’ve been missing out. Hell, Chris has been holding out on me. He should have brought her in at the beginning of our little arrangement. I’ve never felt this satisfied in my life, and man, I want more.

  I can still hear my phone vibrating, but instead of answering it, I move my hand along her skin. I grip her ass as I run my tongue along the curve of her breasts, and a soft moan leaves her sweet lips. Her head is above mine on the pillow, so I can’t see her face, and her hair is wild around us. It’s so long, so dark with streaks of blond. I don’t know where that wig went, but I’m glad it isn’t her real hair. I like the brown better. I just wish I had gotten a good look at her face.