Leila
Redfield has become my home away from home.
Even though I miss my dad and home-cooked meals, this group of people has become my second little family. I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. And now that Rosie is dating and has moved in with Grayson, I guess he’s now part of our little posse.
Gabi, however, doesn’t really seem to appreciate that little fact, given how she’s glaring at him. “You’ve been hogging her.”
“I haven’t hogged her,” Grayson replies.
Gabi raises her eyebrows. “I know you’re like in love, and I’m happy for you, but do you really need to be here?”
“In my house?”
“Yes.”
Grayson laughs and holds his hands up. “I thought we were cool. I gave you candy.”
“It ended,” she says with a shrug. It’s entertaining as shit watching Gabi mess with Grayson.
He snorts. “I’ll get you some more.”
“You’ve been blackmailing him?” Madi asks her.
Gabriella rolls her eyes. “He had to earn my approval somehow.”
“How about because I love your best friend?” Grayson offers.
Rosie turns her head, smiling at him, and Gabi’s eyes soften, as we all do when we look at them. They’re so pure, so in love, it’s adorable. “Fine,” Gabi says with a sigh. “You’re off the hook.”
Rosie snickers. “As much as I love watching you threaten my boyfriend, we all know you’re a big softie.”
“Boyfriend,” Grayson repeats, looking all lovesick when he looks at her. I swear he has hearts in his eyes. “Love that word.”
I don’t even know why I do it, but instinctively, I glance at Aiden who’s sitting on the end of the couch, to find him already looking at me. The word boyfriend rings through my mind when those blue eyes twinkle; he smirks when I hold eye contact.
He stands up and my eyes follow his movements, watching as he lifts himself off the couch and announces, “I’m going to get some snacks.”
“Do you have any gummy worms?” Gabi asks, raising her eyebrows at him.
He shrugs. “We might do.”
Gabi grins. “I want them.”
He laughs. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“They’re gross,” Madi replies. “How can you like them?”
“At least they’re not those disgusting vegan candies Leila likes.”
“Hey,” Rosie says. “I like those too.”
Aiden glances at me before he heads out of the living room. I blow out a breath when he leaves. Whenever he’s in a room with me, my eyes follow him, looking for him everywhere. There’s so much tension whenever we’re in the same room together and knowing that we’re not alone, that we’re hanging out… together… with other people, it’s scary.
Gabi grabs a can of beer off the table, cracks it open, and takes a sip. I lick my lips, wanting one, but I also want to kiss Aiden later, and I can’t do that if I taste of beer. I haven’t stopped thinking of what he told me about his family.
I would have never guessed Aiden came from nothing, that he had nothing. He always seemed so sure of himself, so confident. He dominates every room he’s in, guys and girls following him wherever he goes.
A part of me feels like it’s a good thing that he told me, that he trusted me with that part of him, but another part feels like it’s a waste of time because, eventually, it will be for nothing. Aiden will move on, with someone else, and I’ll be stuck harboring all of these little facts about him, knowing more about him than I do about anyone else.
When he comes back into the room, I glance up, watching how he throws a pack of sour gummies to Gabi.
“Fuck yes,” she says, catching them. She grabs a can of beer and holds it up. “You want one?” she asks him.
His smile drops, his hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m good.”
“C’mon,” Gabi says. “I have to say thank you somehow. One beer won’t derail your training.”
I don’t know what comes over me, some kind of protective urge to get him out of this situation but I blurt out, “He doesn’t drink.”
All eyes turn to me, Gabi’s lips turned in a smirk. Since she’s in on my little secret, she knows how I know that about him, but the rest of the group doesn’t, which is why they’re all looking at me with confusion. Aiden’s smiling though, a hint of a smile on those beautiful lips of his as he looks at me.
“You don’t?” Madi asks him.
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Why not?”
He shrugs, clearly not knowing what to say, so my big mouth interrupts again and says, “It’s not a big deal. I’m laying off the beer too.”
Now, Gabi’s eyebrows raise. “You? Not drinking?”
“Yeah, why not?” I might enjoy a beer here and there, but if it means they’ll lay off Aiden, then I guess I’m quitting drinking.
She smirks, shaking her head. “It’s interesting, that’s all.”
Aiden drops onto the couch beside me and my eyes widen as I look at him, glancing around to see if anyone notices, but they don’t, wrapped up in their conversations. “You’re not drinking, huh?” he asks.
I shrug. “It’s not a big deal.”
He laughs, running a hand over his mouth. “You know I don’t expect you to do that for me, right? I’ll still kiss you if you drink.”
I glare at him, hating how he’s caught on to my reasoning for laying off the alcohol, but when he scoots closer to me, I see him holding a pack of the vegan candies me and Rosie love. He rips it open and holds it out to me. My eyes widen at him. “What are you doing?” I whisper.
His eyebrows raise. “Eating?” He shakes the package at me again, and I shove it away. “C’mon,” he says. “Gabi said they’re your favorite.”
“She’s exaggerating.”
His smile drops, and I can see the worry kicking in, wondering if what the nurse said was true after all and he pushes the package closer to me. “Take one, Leila.”
“Aiden.”
He shocks me by saying, “Defy me and see what happens.”
My eyes snap to his, feeling the burn from his gaze, and I lick my lips. “What are you going to do?”
He smirks, lifting his brows. “Do you want to find out?”
Yes. I love how he throws me around in the bedroom, taking control and making me think of nothing but pleasure whenever we’re together. But when I hear Gabi laughing, my panic kicks in, and I put some distance between us. “You can’t do anything. We’re in public,” I whisper.
His smirk widens. “We’re in my house, Leila.”
I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“Then eat.” He shakes the package in front of me again. I glance back at him, but the way he looks at me makes me sigh, grab a few out of the package and drop them into my mouth.
They’re so good. I can’t remember the last time I had them, or any candy, for that matter. Every word my mother spoke to me this past weekend erases from my mind when Aiden smiles when I grab a couple more. He follows suit, grabbing a handful from the package and munching away. For like two seconds before his face contorts, and he stops chewing. “What the fuck is this?” he asks, his mouth full of the sour candy.
“You don’t like them?”
He grabs a napkin, spitting into it. “This is the worst thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.” He cringes, shaking his head and spitting out the remainder of the candy.
“You’re so dramatic, they’re not that bad.”
“Holy shit,” Aiden wheezes, unscrewing a water bottle and downing it. “Are you trying to kill me?”
I laugh while his face turns red, glaring at me. “You’ll be fine.”
He shakes his head. “If I don’t make it to practice tomorrow, it’s your fault.”
“You ready for the game next week?” Grayson asks him.
He nods. “Of course,” he glances at me, “If Leila doesn’t kill me first. We’ll get that win.”
“You’re up against UCLA,” I point out. “They’re good.”
“They are?” Rosie asks, not knowing anything about basketball. I always tried to drag her with me to the games in high school, but the girl was never interested.
“Yeah,” Aiden replies. “But I’m not worried.”
I scoff. “Cocky as always.”
I steal a furtive glance at him, his gaze meeting mine, and he smirks, his tongue glides over his lips as he stares down at me. I have to remind myself I’m in a room full of people—my friends—before I do something stupid like kiss him. But… I really want to kiss him.
“They have a great defense,” he replies, with a suggestive smirk when his eyes drop to my lips. “But they can’t shoot for shit.” His eyes fall on mine once again and he smiles. “I’ve got it handled.”
“You can take them,” Grayson tells him, his voice cracking through me and Aiden like an ice bucket drenching us. “You’re one of the best players I have seen.”
Yeah, he is, and Aiden knows it too, which is why I say, “Don’t feed his ego.”
I can feel Aiden’s eyes on me from my side and Grayson laughs, shaking his head. “Too late for that.”
My head snaps to the man sitting beside me, watching as he grabs the package of the ‘toxic waste’ as he puts it, and shakes it in front of me. I shake my head and he narrows his eyes. If he thinks he can tell me what to do, then I can play with him too.
I grab one of the candies from the bag, open my mouth, and place it on my tongue. His eyes widen as he watches me wrap my lips around the blue candy, sucking half of it into my mouth. I know I’ve affected him when I hear a breathy rasp come from his lips, which spurs me on, looking up into his eyes when I pull it out of my mouth, only to swirl my tongue around it.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers, the bag dropping onto his lap, his chest rising the harder he breathes. I grin around the candy, knowing I have him right where I want him.
“Leila.”
I pull the candy out of my mouth, my eyes widening as my head snaps to my right where Gabi’s calling my name. “Hmm?”
I hear the giant beside me snicker, running a hand down his face to cover his laugh, and I try not to look back at him. “How was the photo shoot?” Gabi asks.
“It went well,” I tell her.
She gives me a smile. She knows how nervous I was before leaving for New York, but once I got there and was surrounded by supportive people, it went better than I imagined. Now the hard part is going to be when it releases. I’m trying not to think of it too much, but it’s hard when it runs through my mind constantly. “I’m going to buy a hundred copies,” Gabi tells me.
“That’s a bit excessive,” I say, laughing. “I’m sure one will do.”
She shakes her head. “It’s called supporting your friends.” I love her, I really do. God, how was I so lucky to find three of the best friends I could ever have?
“When does it come out?” Madi asks.
“In two weeks.” The anticipation is killing me. I don’t know how I’ll feel once it’s out there and people see me with less clothing than anyone ever has, even Aiden.
“That’s so exciting,” Rosie replies, grinning at me. “I can’t wait.”
“Me neither,” Aiden whispers beside me, making my eyes dart briefly in his direction to find him grinning. “It’s all I can think about.”
This man. I squeeze my legs together, wanting to ease the pressure of having to sit beside him and not being able to do anything about it. His eyes glance at my legs pressed together and his knowing laugh makes me lift off the couch, his eyes darting towards me. “I need to use the bathroom,” I announce.
“You can use the upstairs one,” Rosie replies. “I just bought some lavender soap.”
I nod, stealing a quick peek at Aiden hoping he gets the message and head upstairs, shutting the bathroom door behind me. I leave it unlocked, staring at the white wooden door, hoping Aiden understood what I was telling him.
I haven’t seen him since before I left for New York, and being in the same room as a bunch of people who don’t know that we’re sleeping together is hard to do when all I want is to pull him into me and kiss him.
When the door opens and he walks in, I blow out a breath, my shoulders dropping. “Took you long enough,” I manage to murmur before I wrap my arms around his neck and lift onto my tiptoes, bringing his mouth to mine.
I’ve tried to deny my feelings for him, but I can’t any longer. I’ve missed him. So. Fucking. Much. I miss how he kisses, how he moans into my mouth whenever I wrap my tongue around his, or when I graze my teeth against his bottom lip before slightly sucking it, or when I wrap my fingers in his hair, moving his head to where I want him.
The noises he makes drive me crazy, making my body desperate for him in a way I’ve never been desperate for anyone before.
“God,” he groans, burying his lips into my neck, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses all over my skin. “You’ve been dying for me, haven’t you, baby?”
I don’t even correct him on the nickname, I just whimper instead, wanting, needing his lips back on mine. “This is your fault. You’ve been shooting me bedroom eyes.”
He chuckles, pulling back. “You were sucking on that candy like it was my dick; let’s not tell lies.” I don’t care. I don’t care who teased who. I just want him. So bad.
I suck in a breath when he squeezes my ass cheeks. “Shit, I’m so sore.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he mumbles into my neck. “I’ll be gentle next time.”
My hands push at his chest, rolling my eyes. “From the gym,” I correct him.
He chuckles, but a low groan comes out of him when I grind myself against him, his hard dick pressing against every soft part of me. “We don’t have much time,” he tells me. “I told them I was going to get a drink.”
“You had water right in front of you.”
“Exactly.”
“Fuck.” I groan, tipping my head back and Aiden uses that to his advantage, kissing my skin until I feel dizzy all over. “Do you have a condom?”
“In my room?”
“Shit.”
He laughs, his hands drifting until he cups my ass. “I can still make you come without fucking you.” Next thing I know, he presses me against the sink and dips to his knees right in front of me.
My heart hammers in my chest, and before he can go any further, I shake my head, pulling him up until he’s upright. “Let me.”
“Leila—”
I don’t let him finish, I sink to my knees instead, grabbing his dick from the outside of his sweats. That shuts him up, and lets out a groan when I tug his sweats down, then his boxers.
I watch in delight as his cock springs free, already dripping at the tip. I never thought dicks could look good until I saw his, but my god, one look at it and my mouth waters.
Another harsh exhale comes from him as he tips his head back. Shit, his dick is so huge. I think that every time I see it. Every time he strokes it before putting a condom on, I gulp in anticipation. I know how good it feels, how full it makes me, and I can’t wait to stuff him down my throat.
He grabs his dick in his hand, giving it a slow stroke as he looks down at me. “You did so well with that candy,” he says, grinning as I open my mouth for him. He places the tip of his dick on my soft tongue. “Let’s see how well you suck my cock.”
I wrap my lips around the tip, giving it a tentative suck, mentally preparing myself. I’ve never really had a gag reflex, but his dick makes it impossible not to gag when I try to fit him all the way. He’s too big for that; it doesn’t work. But I can still make him feel good, even if I can’t deepthroat him.
I spit in my hand and grip my fist around his cock, seeing his stomach twitching when I do. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock, my fist stroking him simultaneously. He whimpers, thrusting his dick an inch deeper into my mouth, making me gag. I grip his cock in my fist tighter, making him groan, and he opens his eyes, looking down at me. “Don’t do that,” I warn him. “You might like telling me what to do, but I’m in control here.”
He nods, licking his lips as he brushes the hair out of my face. “I can’t fucking help it,” he says. “You look so good with my dick in your mouth.” The praise makes me shiver, and I wrap my mouth around him, slowly sucking the head, and his eyes close once more. “Oh shit,” he moans. “That’s so good, Leila.”
My name in his mouth makes me throb, wishing I had more time with him than these quick little secret hookups. The moans leaving his lips every time I slide my tongue up his shaft increases my pleasure.
I moan around his dick as I bob my head on him. A hand wraps in my hair, and I look up at him. He lets out a moan, a sound so sexy I swear I had a mini orgasm. “Don’t look at me like that. Fuck. It’s too…. Ugh.” Every sound from his lips encouraging me to keep going, suck him deeper, work my tongue over him faster.
I tongue the slit, dragging my tongue to the underside of his cock. His butt clenches, his dick getting impossibly harder in my mouth. “Fuck, Leila. You’re so good at that,” he moans. “Where the hell did you learn that?” Another grunt. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. I don’t wanna know.”
I look back up, seeing his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he keeps his restraint, careful not to thrust in my mouth. I work him deeper inside, sliding my hot, wet tongue over him as I stroke the base, and in seconds, he loses that gained control. He bucks his hips slightly, and I feel the hot spurts of his cum hit the back of my throat. He grunts, mumbling my name as he comes in my mouth. I swallow every drop, pull him out, and lick the liquid dripping from his dick, cleaning him up.
He pulls me up from the floor, wiping my lips with his thumb. His eyes roll to the back of his head when I wrap my lips around it, cleaning it off. “Holy shit,” he leans in and whispers in my ear. “Next time, it’s my turn to taste you.”
I turn the faucet on, place my hair to one side, and swish water around my mouth, then spit it back out into the sink. Aiden’s arms wrap around my waist, and he buries his lips into my exposed neck. “So beautiful,” he murmurs. “Missed you.”
I let my eyes to close as I feel his hands on me. He places a kiss on my neck and another and another. I melt into him, my hair draped over my shoulder as he kisses my neck. “What’s this?” he asks.
“Huh?” I say deliriously.
“You have a tattoo?” His fingers run over the ink on my neck. “I haven’t seen this before.”
I let out a laugh. “Well, it’s not like you’re looking at my neck when you fuck me.”
He turns me around, frowning down at me. “Not for lack of trying,” he says. “I want to look at every single inch of you, Leila.” The meaning of his words brings a soft flutter to my stomach as his hands run up my arms, cupping my face.
My throat bobs, staring up at him. I pull back, turning around and washing my hands with the lavender soap, needing something—anything—to do that will get me out of this conversation.
“It looks good on you.” I feel his hands pull my hair to the side, his fingers tracing the tattoo. “A tiger paw?” he asks me.
I look up, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “It’s for my dad. Eres una Tigresa. He’s always said that to me,” I tell him, smiling when I think of my dad. “It means tiger in English.” I let out a laugh. “I always wanted a cat,” I tell him. “But my sister’s allergic and we could never have one.” I turn around, looking up at him. “And around the same time, I learned tigers were just big cats, so one year, for Halloween, I dressed up as a tiger and the name stuck.”
He smiles at my reflection. “Tiger, huh? I can see that. Strong, confident… Vicious, scary,” he jokes.
My head shakes when the smile on my lips gets too big to hide. What are we even doing anymore? So many rules have been broken, and the longer I spend with him, the less I can remember what I’m fighting so hard against.
His words from earlier pop up into my head, making my smile slip and my hands grip the sink behind me. “You said something just now, and I was wondering…” His brows pull together and I look down at the ground. “Does it bother you?” I ask. “How many guys I’ve been with?”
His hands are on me instantly, lifting my chin until I’m looking into his hypnotizing eyes. “No,” he says with a frown. “I don’t need names or a number, Leila. Hell, I don’t even need to know if they were good or not.” Not. Definitely not as good as him. “I’d be a hypocrite if I cared about that,” he says. “You had a history before you met me. We’ve both been with other people, we can’t change that.”
His thumb strokes my cheek. “I’ve been with just as many girls if not more.” He pulls me closer to him, his hand finding a home at my waist. “But that’s irrelevant now. All I think of is you.” He smiles at me. “I’m not worried about any other guys either.” With a smirk, he leans down and whispers, “We both know they were just practice until you met me.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re so cocky.” He grins, leaning down until our lips are an inch away. “Come on,” I tell him, opening the bathroom door and stepping out. “They’ll start to get suspicious.”
“They’ll get suspicious if we walk in together too,” he says, kissing my neck. “Just a little longer.” My eyes drift closed at the feel of his lips against me. Am I ever going to get sick of him?
“Aiden,” I moan when he kisses down my neck.
“Yes, gorgeous?” he murmurs between kisses.
God, that nickname. “We need to go,” I plead, my voice unrecognizable, strained and thick with pleasure.
He pulls back, sighing. “You go first,” he tells me, wiping a hand down his face. “I need to cool down again.” My eyes drop to the tent he’s pitching in his jeans, making my lips curve up. He laughs when he sees my reaction. “You like driving me crazy, huh?”
I nod. “Just like you do to me.”
A guttural groan comes from him when he takes a step away from me. “Go, before I change my mind and lock us in my room forever.”
I twist on my heels, peeking behind my shoulder when I reach the staircase. Being locked in his room for the night doesn’t scare me anymore. What does scare me is how much I want it.
