Page 137 of Wildest Dreams

Her cheeks instantly flame, and she drops her eyes, mumbling, “Um, maybe.”

“Holy shit.” I genuinely cannot believe this. “That motherfucker almost broke my damn ankle.”

Aisling peeks up at me, blushes harder, then looks back down.

A million thoughts crash into me at once.

Aisling broke up with her boyfriend before my ankle got sprained.

And I never knew who Aisling was dating because she has no social media.

But that doesn’t mean that they didn’t know about me.

Jesus Christ. Did her ex try to break my ankle because Aisling had broken up with him?

WasIpart of the reasonwhyshe broke up with him?

I don’t even have to say it out loud. Aisling can sense every thought whipping through my mind right now.

“He knew about me.” I say it like a fact, because it is one. “He knew aboutus. Like” – I lick my bottom lip – “the fact that we’d been together, and that we had unfinished business.”

Aisling breathes out a shaky exhale. “Maybe,” she whispers.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Maybe I should be mad about it, but honestly I’m kind of stoked.

Because Aisling’s ex knowing about me? It means that she hadn’t gotten over us.

It means that Aisling liked methiswhole time.

She watches me nervously, like she thinks I might be pissed about this.

I’m shocked, sure. But this is actually great for me.

“I’m not mad,” I murmur, and she instantly relaxes.

I brush her panties with my fingers again, getting hard as she moves a little closer.

“I’m sorry, anyway,” she whispers back to me. “I didn’t mean for anything bad to happen to you.”

I grunt and spread my quads wider. I kind of like it when she’s concerned about me.

“Don’t worry about it,” I murmur, feeling the air between us grow warmer.

Between Aisling’s panties brushing my fingers and me learning that she’s been into me this whole time? I’m well and truly turned the hell on right now.

“I’m turning in for the night,” she says suddenly, eyes sliding up to mine with a dangerous glint in them.

My brow lifts in disappointment, hand hungrily fisting the back of her panties.

“Already?” I ask quietly, my voice rough as my eyes search hers. “Baby, I want more time with you,” I murmur, well aware that she already told me that we won’t be sharing a tent tonight. If that means that the only time I’m going to get with her tonight is by the campfire when we’re surrounded by our friends then so be it – but it can’t be over already when I haven’t even had five minutes with her yet.

“I just think I should get to bed,” she explains, eyes flicking over to where her brother, the star quarterback, is currently shaking with laughter over something that Austin just shouted to him. She lifts her big eyes back to mine and says, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Before I can argue with her she swiftly reaches up to press a tiny heart-stopping kiss on my cheek, her breasts rubbing over my chest when she leans in to give it to me. I bunch my fist in her panties tighter, giving her a quick squeeze over her shorts before letting her go completely, and then I stare after her, fully-erect and dying, while she takes her sweet time walking that ass over to the wooden bathroom hut.

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