The Best Kind of Forever (Riverside Reapers, #1)(48)

I inch open the slats of his fingers to merge our hands together. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I trust you. If you say that’s what happened, then that’s what happened.”

He brings the back of my hand to his mouth and plants a kiss between my knuckles. “Are you ready to head home?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”





When we return to Hayes’, I barely have enough energy to stay awake. I’m stuffed from the all-you-can-eat buffet, and I can already feel blisters forming on my feet from the overuse of my heels. The rest of the guys stagger their way to their respective bedrooms.

I’m about to make my way upstairs, but Hayes catches me mid-step.

He removes his suit jacket and lays it on the dining table. “I was hoping we could stay up for a little.”

I yawn, stretching my arms above my head. “Stay up? Why?”

“Why do you think, Aeris? I haven’t been able to stop staring at you the entire night. You, in that tiny dress…fuck. You’ve been driving me crazy.”

“Hayes, I’m bloated and gross and need a shower.”

He stalks toward me with the gait of a ravenous predator. He pulls my face toward his, close enough for our lips to flirt, and I can feel his breath dust over my skin.

“Do you think that’s a turn off for me?” he whispers into my mouth.

“Y-yes?”

The muscles in his upper body coil like a snake waiting to strike. “Try again.”

“You want me like this?” I have a day’s worth of stink on me, and my makeup is starting to rub off.

He leads my hand to the monster tenting the front of his pants. “Does that answer your question?”

Blood rushes to my cheeks as my eyes go wide. And suddenly, lust explodes inside me like a grenade. A grenade that Hayes just pulled the pin to.

“Upstairs. Now,” he growls.

Even despite my off-the-charts libido, I decide to tease him, slowly dragging myself up the stairs as if the mere action is draining every cell of energy in my body. It takes all of Hayes two seconds to break his resolve and chase after me. He spanks me on the ass, and my yelp turns into a bunch of champagne-fueled giggles as I wind-sprint up the steps.

The minute we make it to his bedroom, he slams the door shut, eating up the space between us one intimidating stride at a time. I walk backwards until I hit the edge of the bed, then hoist myself up onto the mattress.

A chord of anticipation thrums inside of me.

“I want you to touch yourself, Aeris.”

I comply immediately, lifting my hips up as one of my hands snakes up to grab my tit. I start to massage my breast, tweaking my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress.

I close my eyes, his voice wading through my ears.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

“You,” I reply, rolling the bud between my fingers, lightning striking my core in varying degrees of intensity.

Hayes watches me, spellbound, and he helps me slide out of my dress, revealing the black, lacy thong riding high on my waist. There’s a damp spot over my sex, and it spurs Hayes to release a throaty groan. My underwear is the next thing to go.

“Do you think about my tongue stretching that gorgeous pussy out?”

“Yes,” I gasp. My hand travels south and cups the outside of my vagina, the familiar wetness loosening a pained breath from my lungs. If only Hayes could feel me right now.

“In detail, Stacks.”

“I think about how your tongue makes my legs shake, how when you lick me and fuck me with your fingers, I want to combust into a million pieces.”

Hayes makes a guttural noise at my declaration, his erection pleading to be freed from the confinement of his pants, and when he finally sheds the restrictive barrier, his dick is twitching in the palm of his hand.

Thanks to his lack of pants—and now, lack of underwear—I can see his abs contract as he starts to rub his length, pumping his hand back and forth. He throws his head back, his Adam’s apple wobbling in his throat, his jaw squared.

My fingers flick against my pussy, salaciously parting my entrance, and there’s a squelching sound that echoes through the room.

“Jesus.” Hayes’ hand speeds up, bulbs of pre-cum beading down his thick, pulsating shaft. “Do I always make you this wet?”

“This if all for you, Hayes.” My digits curl against the roof of my clit, and I know that once I disengage myself, I’m going to leak onto the bed. When I start to moan loudly, my free hand comes up to cover my mouth, absorbing the sound.

“Aeris, remove your hand.”

“But the guys will hea—”

“I want to hear every pretty noise out of that mouth of yours,” Hayes orders, evoking a full-body shiver. I slowly remove my hand upon his instruction. Hayes’ orgasm is just out of reach, and I’m literally watching him come undone before me. He doesn’t care how loud he is, and that just quickens my impending climax.

I’ve memorized his sequenced throbs, his shallowed breathing, the straining of his eyes as they roll back into his head. My skin is ripe with goose bumps as I circle against my walls. We’re both staring at each other—to the best of our ability—and the prolonged eye contact adds to the pressure in my cunt.