The Best Kind of Forever (Riverside Reapers, #1)(39)

The twinge of panic that had been rippling through me is nothing but a lusterless hum now. “Thank you, Bristol. For talking me down from the ledge.”

“Of course. You’re family now. The guys and I will always be here if you need us.”

I lunge into Bristol and wrap my arms around him in a bear hug, genuinely meaning it with every fiber of my being. The slight breath I punch out of him dissolves into a chuckle, and he returns my embrace with a tight squeeze.

“Aeris?” The husky timbre of a deep voice kisses my ears, and it’s second nature for me to register the handsome face behind the equally seductive drawl.

I pull back from the hug, homing in on the sight of Hayes dressed in a blue button-down and tight-fitting pants. A jacket is folded over his arm, and his hair is free of product, fringing down the sides of his temples.

Instead of greeting him like a sane person, I run at him and jump into his arms, meshing my lips to his. He sighs into my mouth, his arms tightening around me, and the hungry pressure from my tongue draws his out from its hiding place.

When we pull away, he’s flushed.

“What was that for?” he pants.

“I missed you,” I tell him, my calves straining from standing on my tiptoes. He cranks his neck down to look me in the eyes.

He fingers a wisp of my hair, brushing his knuckles against my cheekbone. “You came to my house to tell me you missed me?”

I beam from ear to ear, probably lighting up brighter than the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree. “I’d cross the ocean to tell you I missed you.”

A smile adorns his mouth, warmth crystallizing in his eyes.

“Come on. Let’s go upstairs.” He leads me by the hand, nodding to Bristol as he makes a beeline for his room, practically dislodging my arm from its socket with the way he’s pulling me.

Once we’re out of ear and eyesight, he locks the door, breathing a sigh of relief.

I’m about to question why we were moving at Fast and Furious speed, but then I glance down at the huge boner he’s sporting, and everything falls into place.

“You do unspeakable things to me, Aeris Relera,” he says huskily, pulling me flush against his body.

My heart’s doing a fifty-yard dash in my chest, and my vision spins with a solar system of stars. I adjust my hips slightly, allowing his ever-growing erection to nestle against my stomach.

“Use your words, Hayes Hollings,” I purr, my voice as soft as buttercream.

His fingers come down roughly on my sides, and he skates his teeth together, his features tightening like the drawstring of a bow. The muscles in his upper body ripple under his shirt as he tries to leash the last bit of his self-control.

“Let’s just say that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that sweet fucking nectar between your legs, and I can’t wait until I’m nose-deep inside your gorgeous pussy again—until I can wear your scent like my new favorite cologne.”





20





THE SADDEST EYES ARE THE PRETTIEST





HAYES





From the moment Aeris kissed me, I’d been fighting a semi. Now she’s in my room, looking like a wet dream in her jeans and oversized sweatshirt, and my dick’s harder than steel.

“I never thanked you for the picnic,” she says, and I’m so distracted by the pleasure swamping my gut that I can barely focus on her face.

“Aeris, you don’t—”

She severs my words by working the buttons on my shirt with her fingers, her tongue wetting the bottom of her lip.

Thank me for the pic—oh. OH.

“You don’t ha—”

Her hand shoots out to cover my mouth, and my heart flip-flops under her touch. There’s a hint of the devil in her eyes.

“Hayes, please shut up.”

I nod, letting her peel my shirt off, and she runs her hands up my stomach, her fingernails lightly marking my skin. I help her out of her hoodie, revealing a small tank top that barely contains her breasts and showcases that luscious jewel in her belly.

I groan into her mouth, capturing her lips in a sloppy kiss that shows her exactly where I want this afterschool special to go. Her pebbled nipples are giving me a high salute from the chill coming through the vents, and she presses her cleavage up against my chest.

Her voice is low and husky. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

I’ve never been a religious person before, but after today, I think I’m gonna need to go to confessional.

I stay pressed up against my door, hoping that nobody in the house can hear what’s about to transpire. The lower half of me is mashed against her abdomen, and when she rolls her hips, I have to bite my tongue to stop from moaning.

I arch against her. “Are you sure?”

She hums, and it’s a buzz against my mouth. “I’m sure.”

In one fluid motion, my pants are at my ankles, and she slides my boxers down. My dick springs out immediately, slapping against my stomach. A noise of surprise sails out of her, and a stroke of blush turns her skin an incendiary red. I’m bigger than average. And no, that’s not me tooting my own horn. It’s a widely known fact.

I expect Aeris to change her mind, but she doesn’t. Everything is a blur. One second, she’s in front of me, and the next, she’s down on her knees.