“I probably shouldn’t,” she says, lingering by her door.
This is the first time she’s turned me down and I can’t lie, it hurts. “Just one.”
She shakes her head. “I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you.”
If I were a lesser man, I’d tell her the fun doesn’t have to be over. That I could show her a thing or two about fun in my room.
I shift my weight. “You’re welcome. So we have to be at the courthouse around eleven tomorrow.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“Great. And just so you know, my cousin, Frankie… she’s kind of outspoken.”
She nods. “Must be a family trait.”
“I suppose so.” I nod for her to open the door. “Don’t be up late reading that bullshit self-help stuff, okay?”
She uses her key card, and the green light makes me inwardly groan that this is the end of our night. The end of my time with her. “I’ll probably just pull out my vibrator after that movie.”
I freeze and blink a few times. “You didn’t just say that.”
“Oh, come on, I saw you shifting in your seat during that scene where Reese and Ryan make love.”
She’s right, I was. “Actually I was thinking about that scene in Fear when they’re on the roller coaster. I’d love to do that sometime.”
Her cheeks flush pink. I need to cut this off now if my dick’s gonna survive the beating I’ll need to give it to satisfy myself after this conversation.
“Well, good night, Saige. If you need me, I’m right next door.”
Our eyes lock and I’m ashamed of myself for almost begging her to accept my invitation for a drink.
“Good night, Aiden,” she says, and I wait for her door to shut.
My empty hotel room has never felt as lonely as it does tonight, especially knowing Saige is on the other side of the wall. She could be taking off those skintight jeans or the bra that hugged her tits so perfectly. Does she sleep naked, or does she have a matching silk set that shows how hard her nipples get?
I drop to the bed, kicking off my shoes and begging my mind to stop torturing me, but the visions keep coming and I can’t stop them. What she looks like under those layers of clothes. How sweet she must look when she comes. The pleas that might come from her mouth if I denied her an orgasm.
I undo my belt and open my jeans, pulling my half-hard length out of my boxer briefs. I tug and pull and pump, allowing my imagination to take me where I’m not allowed—into her bed. Feeling her thighs quiver as I settle between them and watching her back arch when my tongue slides up her folds and circles her clit. The soft purrs falling from her lips as I knead her breasts and pinch her nipples.
“Fuck,” I mumble, pumping my dick faster.
Now she’s riding me and I’m on my back, watching her tits bounce while she teases me. I slide in and out of her in a glorious, painstakingly slow motion. Needing more, I flip her over to take control, drilling into her as she tightens her thighs around my waist.
I imagine her saying, “Fuck me, Aiden. Harder, harder. That’s it. Damn, you’re so good. We’re fucking perfect together.”
I come with a jolt, and a spray of my semen lands all over my shirt. My dick convulses in my hand and I’m unable to stop jerking as more and more of my seed pours out.
Once I think I’m done, I lie on the bed, sprawled out, wishing it wasn’t just my imagination. How long do I want to do this to myself? I’m clearly getting nowhere here—I’m not getting over her and I can’t get under her. What the hell’s a guy to do?
Chapter Eighteen
Aiden
I’ll admit it, the next day, I’m in a pissy mood from the moment I wake up. Actually, from the time I went to bed after having to jerk off when I should’ve been deep inside Saige. My frustration level at not being able to pursue Saige outright is at its highest point yet.
Now I sit in the courthouse about an hour outside of the city, watching my cousin, Frankie, with her husband as he adopts her daughter, Jolie. Frankie’s had a rough life. Jolie’s father was a shithead addict who’d get rough with Frankie. She doesn’t talk about it much and I’m sure I’ve only gotten part of the story, but needless to say, it wasn’t a healthy relationship. She got out and found Jax, who is an awesome guy and loves Jolie like his own. Now Frankie’s pregnant with Jax’s kid and they’re living that happily ever after most people assume they will get at some point.
I always figured my time for that would come when I’m not playing anymore.
“She’s adorable,” Saige whispers next to me, her eyes on Jolie.
I nod and she crosses her legs the opposite way of me.
After the family hugs and everyone claps, we file out of the courthouse, where all their friends wish them congratulations.
“Hey, Frankie,” I say and kiss her cheek. “This is Saige.”
Jolie runs up and catches my legs. “Aiden, did you see?”
Jax joins us and I shake his hand, congratulating him, while Frankie tries to give Saige the third degree.
I squat down to Jolie’s height. “So you’re an Owens now, huh?”
She smiles proudly and nods.
“I think that’s pretty awesome.”
“I know.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “And I’m having a baby brother,” she whispers.
I high-five her and pick her up. “Coolest big sis ever.”
“We’re coming to see you tonight, right?” Jolie asks.
“That’s the plan,” I say, glancing behind me to see Saige now talking with Jax and some of his friends. She’s explaining what position I play and pretty much bragging about me. I can’t say it doesn’t put a smile on my face.
“I can’t wait. Jax let me stay up and watch a game the other night. One guy slammed this other guy into the boards.”
“Jax, you letting Jolie watch hockey?” She nods. “Guess what?” I whisper.
Jolie takes her hands and puts them and her lips at my ear. “What?”
“Saige used to figure skate.” I tell her this to endear Saige to her, but her face twists.
“Hockey’s better.”
I squeeze Jolie and throw her in the air. “You know it. I’ll make you the best damn center in the game.”
“She wants to be goalie,” Jax says, coming over.
I stop in my tracks as we hit the bottom of the stairs outside. “Goalie?”
“Yeah. They get to wear those fun helmets and do the splits.” Jolie’s eyes are wide.
Jax clamps a hand down on my shoulder. “I tried to tell her.”
“All they do is stop the puck. You want to be able to race around people, steal the puck, shoot the puck, and get the glory when you score.”
“I like their gloves too,” she says.
Jax laughs, stealing her from my arms. “That’s what I love about you. One-track mind just like your mama.” Jax nuzzles his face into hers and kisses her cheek.
Jolie draws back as we reach the parking lot. “I’ll give you today, but then only kisses at night. I’m getting old.”