Chapter 2

AIDEN

I hadn't intended to bring anyone home tonight. Cillian insisted we go out; he wanted to get drunk and have fun. Being his brother, I should have known better. Ten minutes in, a redhead with a fantastic figure caught his eye.

For once, I wasn't complaining. I was about to leave, sitting alone, when I saw her—a gorgeous woman in an oversized sweater and denim shorts, utterly out of place in the club. Yet, she was the most beautiful woman there.

I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. One look, and my senses were overwhelmed. I'd never brought anyone home before, and I had no idea what compelled me to do it this time. As I led her to my bedroom, I reflected on my actions.

“Am I stupid for believing you’re a random hot guy I chose to have sex with, and not some psycho who keeps women tied up in his basement?” Her voice rang out as I closed the door. My lips curved into a smile. I turned to face her. She looked entirely too innocent, peering up at me with her forest-green eyes.

“You’re giving me ideas, Love,” I said roughly, enjoying the nervous anticipation in her eyes. Would she like it, tied up in my bed as I ravished her? Fuck. I was instantly aroused just thinking about it.

I closed the distance, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet my gaze. “Do you think I’m capable of that?”

She gulped.

“Well, you do have that predatory gleam in your eyes.”

A millisecond later, my mouth was on hers. I pulled her close, and she responded just as eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck. When had a hookup ever been like this for me? Usually, I'd go straight to sex; kissing always felt unnecessary. But with this woman, I couldn't get enough.

“Get on the bed.”

My command caused her to swallow before timidly walking to the bed and lying down. Her eyes nervously followed me as I approached. I gripped the hem of her shorts, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

She gave a small but firm nod. I pulled down her shorts and panties, baring her to my gaze. She was beautiful, and I’d never been more tempted. I knelt, hooking an arm around her thighs, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows as I lowered my mouth to her.

She. Tasted. Fucking. Sweet.

“Oh my—” She threw her head back, cutting herself off. I continued until she was shaking with pleasure, lapping up her release before letting go. She panted, coming down from her high, while I went to the drawer for a condom.

“That—that’s big.” I would have laughed at her expression if I weren't so hard.

“And you’re wet enough. Now take that top off.”

Her brows furrowed. “You’re bossy.”

Even as she said it, her eyes betrayed how much it turned her on. I smirked, slapping her legs apart. Her pussy glistened with arousal, swollen from my ministrations. I lined my cock against her entrance and thrust inside. Fuck.

Her moans drowned out my grunts as I struggled to remain still, giving her time to adjust. Despite her arousal, she was incredibly tight, and I worried it would end sooner than I wanted. The moment she pushed back, I withdrew completely and slammed back in.

She gasped at the sudden invasion. I didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. All control snapped, and I thrust like there was no tomorrow. She gripped the bedsheets with one hand, the other covering her mouth, muffling her moans. I pulled her hands away and pinned them above her head.

“Oh—please—!” Her face was a sweaty mess, tears streaming down her cheeks as she begged. I brought my other hand down and circled her clitoris. Her back arched off the bed.

Chapter 2 (continued)

“You want to come?” I grunted, speeding up my thrusts.

She writhed against me, choking out a hoarse, “Yes! Yes! Fuck—yes!”

“Come.” My thumb pressed down on her clitoris, and she came with a sob. Her pussy clenched around me, triggering my own release. I’d never come so hard before. We lay there, catching our breath, our minds still reeling from the intensity of the orgasm.

“Give me a moment. I’ll be up,” she panted, as if I was counting down the seconds until she left. So far from the truth.

I stroked my thumb across her lips. “We aren’t done, Love.”

We sure as hell weren’t.

FREYA

My pillow was warm. That, and the need to pee, were my first thoughts upon waking. As I tried to roll onto my back, something squeezed my arm. I opened one eye and saw a hand. Fuck.

I’d never woken up so fast.

My head snapped up to see who it belonged to, and everything from last night came rushing back.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’d slept with a random man right after discovering Dylan was cheating on me, and I was literally sleeping on his chest.

My head pounded, and all I could process was my bursting bladder. Very cautiously, I shrugged off his hand and got up. My clothes lay on the floor. I dressed and went into the bathroom.

He wasn’t a serial killer, after all. Or maybe he was, and just couldn't pass up the sex? Honestly, it was more than just ordinary sex; it was incredible. My insides tingled just thinking about it. Appropriate thoughts for a stranger's toilet.

I tiptoed back into the room. He was still asleep. Relief washed over me. No matter what, I couldn't regret last night. It was the best sex of my life. But that didn't mean I wanted to face him before my walk of shame.

He probably wouldn't appreciate waking up to the woman he'd picked up from the club, and I preferred not to find out. Besides, I had more pressing matters to deal with.

My heartbeat quickened as I searched for my phone. There it was, on the bedside table. I stealthily retrieved it, almost holding my breath. The moment I had it, I silenced it. My eyes fell on Aiden. The sheer artistry of his creation! How could someone look this good sleeping?

Rich, handsome, and skilled in bed.

This was as close as I'd ever come to my romance fiction fantasies.

I allowed myself one more second to admire his face before leaving.