Page 65 of Wild Mistake
Her brows shoot toward her hairline. “You want me to tell my kids I came to your place for orgasms?”
A chuckle rumbles in my chest. “God, you’re cute when you’re drunk.” I wrap an arm around her waist and steer us toward the cabin. Retrieving my keys, I unlock the door and hold the door open. Dad’s caretaker is in the living room, knitting on the couch while a home improvement show plays on the television at a low volume.
She lifts her gaze to us and smiles. “Hello.”
Sarah freezes, as if uncertain what to do. I should have warned her someone else would be in the house. Taking her hand in mine, I pull her further into the room.
“How’d he do tonight?” I ask softly.
“Good,” she says, her fingers moving deftly as she glances up. “He’s been asleep since eight.”
“That’s good.” I nod, then hike a thumb over my shoulder. “We’re just gonna . . .” I don’t finish that sentence, feeling a little embarrassed myself. I shouldn’t be concerned of what my father’s caretakers think of me or my decisions. Normally I wouldn’t. But I feel the need to protect Sarah’s honor and explain that she’s not some random hookup. Which would mortify Sarah.
So instead I walk away and tug Sarah with me into the kitchen. “Okay, pick your poison.” I let go of her hand and open the freezer, digging through the contents. “We’ve got pizza rolls and chicken nuggets, or the ever classic curly fries.”
“Hmm . . .” Sarah leans over my shoulder, her body warm against my back. “What about making out in your room? Do you have that in here?”
I turn, pressing the freezer shut with my back. “I’m starting to think you came over to take advantage of my body.”
“No.” She runs her hand down the front of my body and cups my crotch. “I wantyouto take advantage ofme.”
As good as that sounds, I refuse to do anything she’ll regret later. “Baby, you’re drunk.”
“I’m tipsy,” she corrects and her hands slide around my waist. “Aiden, I’m not confused. I’m a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Take me to your bed. Please.”
How can I refuse her request?
Reaching for her hand, I lead Sarah up the stairs and into the room I’ve been using. It’s sparsely decorated and lacks any trace of my personality or style, but the queen-size bed in the center is all we need.
“I think we should get naked.”
“Is that so?” I’m already locking the door and reaching for my shirt. “Should we have a race?”
“A race?”
“To see who gets undressed first?”
A determined glint flashes in her eyes. “Okay, but I get a head start.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because my fine motor skills are lacking at the moment.” She shrugs off her coat and tosses it to the side. “Plus, I have nice tits.”
“That’s reason enough for you to always go first.”
Her grin disappears behind the fabric of her sweater as she lifts it over her head. Her perfect breasts steal my attention. Bound by a nude bra, they practically beg to be released.
My mouth waters. Need pulses in my veins.
“Aiden.” Her voice draws my gaze to her lips. They spread wide with a smile as she whispers the word, “Go.” She reaches a hand behind her, undoing the clasp, and her bra straps loosen. She whips the bra off and drops it to the floor, moving to undo the button and zipper of her jeans in record speed.
“Fuck!” I reach for my belt buckle. I kinda forgot this was a contest. Though, even if I lose, I am clearly a winner.
Clothing falls to the floor piece by piece as we trade eager smiles and giddy laughs.
She almost loses her balance untying the laces of her boots.
I lunge forward, intending to steady her, but Sarah doesn’t notice my approach. Her arm whips through the air, reaching for the bedpost. I duck to avoid being hit. Only, my face is in direct line of her chest and her boobs smash against my mouth.
