Page 33 of Seasons of Love
With Mike I'd been straight with him from the get-go. I'd told him that if we were working together and fucking, he'd better tell his uncle. I'd expected him to back off before anything started, but my straight forwardness only spurred him on.
After Mike, I'd only been with a handful of men. Not quite hookups, but also not quite relationships. And I'd been as open with them as I'd been with Mike.
I followed Aiden down a long corridor, appreciating the architecture of what had been left from the old textiles mill that gave the building its name.
Aiden stopped so suddenly that I nearly bumped into him.
"I don't want coffee," he blurted out.
"Okay."
His eyes were wide and his breathing was coming in short bursts, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he'd just said. He stared straight ahead, which meant he was staring right at my chest.
"So…no caffeinated drinks," I said.
He nodded.
It didn't take more than a small move to have him against the wall. I braced against it with one hand and ran the other gently up his neck, caressing his sharp jaw and tilting his head up.
"Maybe soda?" I teased.
He shook his head.
I didn't know where this shy Aiden had come from all of a sudden, but he was fucking adorable. Still sexy as hell though. But there was no way we'd do anything he didn't want or wasn’t ready for.
"Cake?"
He shook his head again. "No cake."
"Damn, I didn't even get pie earlier."
Aiden's brown eyes darkened and a smile teased his lips.
"Where's the Aiden that wanted to ride me?"
"He abandoned me."
"Oh really?" I took his hand in mine and laced our fingers. "Is this the hand that commanded my bike so perfectly? That knew when to brake smoothly or accelerate?"
He nodded.
I kissed his hand, and then using my knee, I coaxed him to spread his feet wider, wedging my thigh between his legs. His hardness gave me the confidence to carry on.
"Are those the thighs that kept us stable on the straight road and made the bike hug each curve?"
He closed his eyes. His mouth parted slightly as he leaned his head back against the wall.
I wanted to suck on that perfect skin, kiss those lips I now knew to be softer than cotton candy and just as sweet.
"Then, that Aiden is here. The question is… Does he still want me?"
"All the Aidens want you, Slade," his voice was almost a whisper.
A cough made me jump away from Aiden, although I didn't know why I bothered because there was no way to explain why we were basically eye-fucking against a wall.
"Tristan…hi," Aiden said.
I never thought it was possible for someone to go that red, but Aiden managed it just by looking at Tristan's all-knowing smile.
