Passing His Guard

Lowering his head those scant few inches, Aiden’s hands slid beneath her ass, gripping her so hard she’d surely be bruised from his touch. Rya

The hard metal ball of his tongue piercing dragged against the top of her opening, then centered on the bead of her sex as he plunged two fingers deep inside her. That was all it took. She couldn’t take anymore, and with a broken cry, she shattered. Her core milked his touch, the euphoria crashing over her in rhythmic waves of pure bliss.

Her hands fisted into his hair, holding him against her as she rode out this incredible high. As the last few tremors racked her body, she was mindless with awe. Nothing had ever felt this good. No one had ever kissed her like that, which starkly reminded her how incredibly inexperienced she was—and sadly, inadequate, compared to this magnificent man between her legs.

As she lay there in the afterglow of Wow, I can’t believe that really happened . . . She reluctantly uncurled her fingers knotted in his hair and mumbled the first thing that came to her lust-drunk mind. “That was . . . that was . . . amazing.”

He shifted out from between her legs, not bothering to meet her starstruck gaze—or even look at her, for that matter—and mumbled, “You’re welcome.”

He rolled off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before her mind could process the edge in his voice. She was shocked stupid. Rya

And in turn, he’d rejected her, too, holding himself back. She’d practically thrown herself at him and he wouldn’t even have sex with her. How humiliating . . . How was it possible for the man who’d taken her so high, made her feel so incredibly good, could in the matter of minutes and with two spoken words drag her so terribly low and make her feel so disgustingly cheap? Her vision swam as she raised her hand to muffle the sob that broke from her throat.

Oh, God, what have I just done?

CHAPTER

15

What the fuck did I just do?

Aiden cranked on the faucet, taking his second shower of the night—this time a cold one. With the muffling sound of the water’s blast, he let his fist fly against the tile wall. Bam!

The small white squares shattered beneath his fist, sending an avalanche of porcelain and grout raining down around his feet. His bloody knuckles and property damage did little to unknot the tension fisting in his gut. His cock was granite hard and pissed off at being left that way. But as jacked in the head as he was when it came to Rya

His pride already stung at Disco being preferred over him—and damn if that wasn’t a messed-up feeling, being jealous of yourself. Women preferring Disco Stick Kruze wasn’t anything new; it just had never mattered to him before now, nor had he ever let any woman before Rya

It was better this way, he told himself, hoping if he repeated the lie enough times, he’d eventually believe it. He and Rya

Never again, he vowed, fisting his cock in his bloody hand, relishing the burn as the frigid water beat upon his raw, torn knuckles. He braced his forearm on the tile, ignoring the pinch in his shoulder. It wasn’t the first time he’d taken damage in the octagon and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Resting his head against the roped muscle, he began working his hard length, desperate to give himself some much-needed relief. It didn’t take long for his release to come. Just closing his eyes and remembering the sight of Rya

The taste of her still haunted him. Aiden dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. His mouth watered; his hunger was renewed. He muttered a pained groan as his balls tightened up beneath him, the pressure in the base of his cock building . . . He came with a harsh bark, emptying his seed into the drain at his feet as tremor after tremor racked his body. But Rya

He needed a gym, that was what he needed—a heavy bag, and a good sparring partner to exhaust himself. With neither available, he cut the water and toweled off before yanking on his jeans. The denim abraded his poorly abused flesh. With a frustrated growl, he grabbed his cock and rearranged his lingering semi, taking care with the zipper as he fastened his pants. His underwear was still tangled somewhere in Rya

After scrubbing a towel over his wet hair and drying his face, he used the complimentary toothbrush that shed more bristles than a porcupine. The chalky, half-assed minty paste made his mouth feel about as clean as a two-bit whore. But what the hell, if he had any hope of lowering his flag and getting some rest, he was going to have to get the taste of Rya

Aiden had been in there a really long time. If that shower ran any longer, he was going to run out of hot water. Not that Rya

She’d heard of women experiencing such profound sexual pleasure that they broke down and lost it. Please, she thought, let this not be the case with me. First of all, it was horribly unattractive to cry after sex, and second of all, she was an ugly crier. Now that her eyes had finally dried, leaving them red and puffy and her nose snotty, she’d moved into the hyperventilating phase of her emotional meltdown.