The Langfield Brothers: Box Set

31. Lennox

THIRTY-ONE

LENNOX

I’m in so much trouble. It’s official. I really like my fake boyfriend-slash-fiancé.

And I really love his tongue.

I’m weighed down, my body spent after all the orgasms he’s doled out. Still apprehensive. But this is what he wants—me on top—and I won’t hurt him.

The man is a walking piece of art, down to his blinged-out penis. Fuck, was it satisfying to finally know for sure, to finally get to play with it. The way those silver barbells slid as I twisted them with my tongue and the sounds he made when I did? This is going to be so much fun.

“Condom?” he asks. “I’ve been tested since Jill?—”

A bolt of unease courses through me. How I hate that those words have to be uttered. Not because I don’t appreciate a good safe-sex talk, but because she cheated on him. Because she treated Aiden, one of the kindest men to ever exist, so poorly.

Rolling to my side, I snag one from the drawer beside my bed. “I’m good with or without,” I say, tossing the foil square onto his chest. “I’m on the shot, and I’m negative.”

With a nod, he studies it. We never used them when we were in high school. We were idiots. But I’ve used them with every person since. I do not want to ask what his situation with Jill was.

Aiden drops it to the bed beside him. “I want to feel you.”

My heart trips over itself. God, I want that too, and it feels so damn good to know he trusts me enough to know I’d never put him at risk. I’d never trap him. Though I’m sure plenty of women would try. He’s a catch in every sense of the word.

Without another word, Aiden pulls me on top of him, and suddenly, I feel like I’m sixteen again. We’ve both changed so much, but our hearts are the same. And right now, I’m looking down at the man who would do anything for me. The man who would take on my father, pretend to be engaged to me, and break his own damn heart, just to keep me happy. I vow right here and now to do all I can to keep from breaking it again.

I talk a big game, but it’s been a long time since I’ve shared my bed with a man, so I suck in a breath and hold it as I position him between my thighs. When I look up at Aiden’s face, he’s fixated on my hand and how it’s wrapped around his dick, his brows furrowed and his lips pressed together. He’s so focused.

When I don’t move, he licks his lips and drags his gaze up to my face. “Put me in, baby. Put me out of my misery.”

With a soft smile, I obey, notching his head at my entrance, then sliding down slowly. In unison, we gasp, eyes locked, as I slip down one barbell after another, my body stretching to take him.

“Holy shit, that feels amazing,” I whisper.

Jaw locked tight, Aiden grits out, “So good.”

On instinct, as if we were never apart, I plant my hands on his chest, lower myself, and take his mouth. Aiden moans against my lips, like that was the last thing he expected. Like the sensation is more satisfying than anything else we’ve done tonight. His tongue melds with mine as I glide my hips against him, teasing my sensitive, swollen clit.

“Holy shit, Aiden, this—fuck.”

“I know,” he murmurs, cuffing my neck with one hand and pulling me back in for another drugging kiss.

We stay like that, mouths fused, as I grind down on him, and he pistons up into me, fucking like we can’t get enough.

I feel whole in an indescribable way. Full. Complete.

I pull back. This is too much. He’s too much . But of course in my effort to break his spell on me I see the pink peonies he bought me.

He bought me my favorite flower.

And they’re beautiful. Bold vibrant pinks, wide open and fully bloomed. There’s not just a bushel, no there are at least two dozen. Too many, if we’re being honest. They take over my nightstand. Force you to notice them. Just like he does.

His deep growl does just that. Forces my eyes back on him. “That’s right Lex, eyes on me while I’m inside of you. Don’t hide from me pretty girl, not when we’re like this.” He fucks up into me, the sensation taking me over the edge, as he wraps his fingers around my throat, squeezing gently, and pulls my mouth back down to his.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Warmth flows through my body, followed by a tingling sensation signaling that I’m seconds from tumbling over the edge into bliss.

“That’s it, Lex. Squeeze me,” he whispers against my mouth.

As my orgasm crests, washing over me, I bite down on his bottom lip. In response, he goes rigid, his cock swelling and filling me. Our breaths are heavy as we float back down. Then we’re kissing again. Did we ever stop? I don’t know, but I don’t want to. I want to prolong the moment. Make this time between us last.

As he softens inside me, I pull back and smile. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.” I swing my leg over his hips and hustle to the bathroom. Quickly, I clean up, then I wet a washcloth with warm water and head back to the bedroom.

Aiden is still lounging, one arm behind his head, a lazy smile on his face. When he spots the washcloth in my hand, his gaze narrows. “What are you?—”

“Taking care of you,” I say, hovering over him to clean him off.

Aiden grabs my wrist, holding me in place for a moment, his dark eyes so sincere. “You’re perfect.”

My cheeks warm under his praise.

“But if you think I want to be clean of you, you’re crazy.”

I choke back a giddy laugh, playing it cool. “But you’ll be all sticky.”

“Then let’s shower together,” he suggests, hauling himself up to sitting.

Neither of us is ready for this moment to end. Because if we’re still in it, then we can still touch, and it won’t mean anything. It’s just sex.

These lies I’m telling myself are dangerous. There will never be enough distance between us to keep us safe, and yet I can’t get close enough.

With my heart in my throat, I whisper, “Okay.”

A half hour later, we’re snuggled beneath the covers, facing one another.

“This isn’t how I thought tonight would go,” Aiden admits.

“Really? You don’t frequently christen new apartments with whipped cream, followed by multiple orgasms? What a pity. Welcome to the wild side.”

He lets out a loud laugh. “I figured it’d be awkward. Thought you’d disappear into the bedroom, and I’d be sitting on the couch wondering if I should come in here or not. I’d probably have waited until I thought you were asleep to avoid this moment.”

“I can’t imagine you ever feeling awkward. You’re always so chill about everything.”

“Nah, I’m just good at pretending.”

He continues, but I get hung up on that single sentence. It tells me more about him than anything he’s said to me since that day in my office. It hits the nail squarely on the head. This is what’s been bothering me about Aiden. He’s sunshine, but he’s not genuinely happy. He hides behind a persona, the louder version of himself, in hopes that the people who care about him won’t dig too deep to find the quieter one. But I want that quiet side too.

No. No, you don’t. Do you hear yourself? This is temporary. Fake. Don’t go falling for your temporary fiancé. It will only end in heartbreak. A complete disaster for the both of you.

“And the whole one bed thing.”

Finally forcing myself to tune into the conversation again, I frown. “What about it?”

“Just figured you’d set up a pillow wall or something. Tell me that while I may be allowed to sleep in here, I definitely can’t touch.”

I grasp his hand and press it against my hip. “You can definitely touch. In fact, I like when you do.”

The silence around us is deafening as he regards me, his expression a mix of wonder and disbelief. Then, as if he’s finally accepted my words, he pulls me close and embraces me. “I like it too.”

“Speaking of the fake stuff,” I say, my stomach twisting at that word. Fake . “We’re going to have to take things up a notch in public.”

Aiden reels back a little, watching me, his lips pressed in a firm line, not giving away his thoughts.

“My father doesn’t buy that we’re in a relationship. Says it couldn’t be that serious, considering you just broke off your engagement.”

Aiden scans my face, silent, like he’s biting his tongue to keep from saying uncouth words about my father.

“So I was thinking,” I say as I tiptoe my fingers up his chest. “We really need to sell this relationship in public. Public dates, lots of PDA. Basically, I need you to act like you’re obsessed with me everywhere we go.”

Aiden’s lips tip up, and his eyes dance. Like the idea of faking it with me—an idea that sets my blood on fire and makes me giddy beyond belief—is the greatest thing he’s ever heard. “And when we’re in private?”

My toes curl at the huskiness of his voice. At the desire that floods through me even after spending the entire night being worked over by him.

“In private, we’re us. If you want to play, I’m game. There’s no faking orgasms.”

Aiden chuckles. “Oh, Princess, there’s no need for you to ever fake with me. Pretty sure I’ve already made that clear.”

Heart pounding in my chest, I close my eyes and smile. Visions of the next year play out in front of me. Laughing with Aiden. Dates with Aiden. Hanging out at home with Aiden. And sex, so much sex, with Aiden .

I clear my throat and tamp down on the euphoria sweeping through me. Playing it cool like he does. “So what do you say?”

With his teeth pressing down on his lip, he strokes my hair softly and trails his hands down my body. “To summarize, when I’m not by your side in public, worshiping you, waxing poetically about your beauty, showing the world that I’m crazy about you”—he squeezes my hip and sucks in an excited breath—“you want me to be in this bed.” With one finger, he traces a line across my stomach, then lower “Between these thighs.” He presses inside me without warning. “Working you over until you’re too tired to think, let alone worry about what anyone else thinks?” Still spearing me with one finger, he rolls my clit with his thumb.

I suck in a harsh breath. “Yeah, you think you can do that?”

With a low laugh, he continues to finger fuck me, reaching a spot inside me I can never quite get to myself. “Oh, Princess, I was made for this job. Forget Hockey Boy. The princess’s sex slave is a much more fitting title.”

“It does have a nice ring to it,” I pant, riding his hand.

He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, then laves at the spot, easing the sting. “You can test it out while I make you come.”