Page 46 of The Best Kind of Forever
I throw my head back. “Aeris, I—fuck—I’m going to come.”
Her name on my tongue is a dangerous combination, and I just pulled the trigger. She somehow sees that as a challenge to make me come faster. I nearly disintegrate when she cups my balls and massages them in her palms.
She then moves one hand to knead my ass, her thumb lightly brushing over my asshole, and that’s all I need before I’m coming so hard I can’t see straight.
Her eyes darken as she looks up at me through her lashes and swallows. She then wipes away the cum trickling down her chin, flashing me a provocative smile.
Oh my God. That was, undeniably, the best head I’ve ever gotten. Once I pull my boxers back up, I lead Aeris over to my bed, lying down and patting my bare chest.
“Come here.”
She snuggles up next to me, resting her ear over my heart, using her finger to lackadaisically trace the outline of my abs. I kiss the crown of her head, using one hand to gently comb through her hair.
“I talked with my agent today. He said I should go on a podcast and answer some questions about our relationship, but I didn’t want to agree to anything before talking with you,” I say, wishing I could hold her in my arms forever.
When I was with Macy, my career was the most important thing to her. With Aeris, I don’t feel like I need to put on a show.
“Do you want to do it?” she asks, propping her chin on my chest so she can look at me.
“Tell the entire world that Aeris Relera is mine? Fuck yeah, I wanna do it.”
“If you’re sure, then I’m going to support you,” Aeris promises, pride layered in her tone, a light-hearted smile tilting over her mouth.
I hook my finger under her chin, pulling her in to me so I can kiss her. I can taste my own saltiness on her tongue, and even though she just emptied everything out of me, my dick wants to go for a second round.
When she draws back, she runs her hand over the Roman numerals above my chest. “What does this tattoo mean?”
I take in a deep breath from the bottom of my lungs. “It’s the date my mother died.”
“Oh, Hayes…”
“It’s okay. I got it to remember her.”
I’d really rather not ruin the moment by thinking about my dead mom.
“What about the tree? On your back?” she inquires.
“I knew you were staring at my back that night,” I jest.
Aeris flicks me on the arm as she rolls her lips together. “I wasn’tstaring. I wasobserving.”
I laugh. “The tree represents resilience and growth. I try to look at it every now and then to remind myself that I’m more than my struggles. And when you wereobservingme, you were also drooling a bit.”
“I’d be offended if you weren’t right.”
I grab her small hand, interlacing our fingers together. Macy never asked me about my tattoos—no girl has. When I talk with Aeris, it’s like I get a break from the harsh reality of the world, and for just a moment, get to live in a bubble of pure bliss. Spending time with her has never felt like an obligation. And when time flies, the only thing I want to do is rewind the clock.
“Thank you, Aeris. For always being there. For being so understanding,” I say, and a foreign feeling prowls out from the shadows of my tortured consciousness—a feeling dangerously close to love.
She sits up on the bed, crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap. “I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”
I cover a dry choke with a cough—hopefully well enough—and I slide my back up against my headboard. No more secrets. And that includes the huge secret of me only pursuing her in the beginning to fix my reputation. The huge secret I’m too afraid to tell her because I know she’ll leave if she finds out.
I don’t think I could ever tell her. It would ruin her. It would ruin everything we’ve built together, and I don’t want any of that to go away.
I’m half-expecting her to start grilling me over everything I’ve done in my twenty-three years of life, butshestarts talking.
Aeris takes a fortifying breath, interlocking her toilworn eyes with mine, ones I swear I can see moisture in. It’s crazy how quickly her demeanor has changed, and it’s making the bud in my throat grow to the size of a tumor. What is she about to tell me? Why is she so upset?
