Final Call (Call #2)(61)
Author: Emma Hart

I open them and stare into the striking, lustful blue of Aaron’s. I lift my legs until they’re wrapped around his waist and tilt my hips up until he’s buried completely inside me and we’re connected as one.

“I love being inside you,” he says against my mouth. “The way your hot, wet cunt wraps around me and hugs me tightly drives me crazy. It makes me want to drive into you until you’re begging me to slow down. It makes me want to f**k you so hard you can’t do anything but scream my f**king name.”

My nails dig into his back and his name falls from my lips in a desperate whisper. The man can word-fuck me and penetrate me with those words almost as deep and as sweetly as he does with his dick.

“Whispering?” He thrusts into me harder. “I’m f**king you like this and you’re whispering my name?”

I moan when he pauses inside me and grabs my chin. He turns my face toward his, demanding I look at him.

“By the time I’m done with you, Dayton, whispering will be the last thing you think of. You’ll be screaming my name so loudly that it’ll be completely silent.”

“Requirement?” I breathe, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“You bet your tight little ass it’s a requirement. If you don’t scream for me every time I f**k you, I’m not doing it hard enough.”

He silences whatever I was going to say next with another crushing kiss, his tongue slipping straight between my lips. He dominates my mouth the way he dominates my pu**y, hard and deep, strong and determined. He pounds and he sweeps and he teases until my muscles clench around him hard and I come in a second rush of swamping heat.

Aaron’s own release is seconds behind mine, and his c**k swells inside me as he comes in hot spurts. His hard kisses slow, turning tender and loving, and he lowers his body to mine completely.

It’s hard and sweaty and so f**king hard, but I don’t care. I don’t care about the pressure the weight of him is putting on my chest as I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight to me.

He pulls his head back after a long moment of us lying here together and looks me in the eye. His lips pull up on one side, and he strokes the back of his fingers down my cheek.

“Happy early birthday, beautiful woman.”

I cover his hand with mine and smile. “Thank you, baby. I think it’s my favorite yet.”

“Yeah?” He rolls to the side and pulls me on top of him. “Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

I’ve missed my best friend.

Since Aaron waltzed back into my life for a second time, I’ve barely seen her. Now sitting opposite her, I’m realizing just how much.

It doesn’t matter how intensely you love or how consuming your relationship is. A girl still needs her best friend.

Liv tackle-hugs me, squeezing me until I can’t breathe. “Have you dropped off the face of the f**king Earth into honeymoon-stage bliss or what?”

“If only,” I laugh, sitting opposite her in the wine bar.

She slides a glass of wine across our table and wrinkles her nose. “Yeah, Aaron told me about all that bullshit. Do I need to claw her eyes out? I just got my nails done, and these babies are lethal.” She holds her hand up for me to see, and yes, she is indeed correct.

They’re long, and the square shape is definitely threatening. At least they would be if they were coming at your face.

“I’m not saying you need to, but I am saying I wouldn’t stop you if the opportunity arises and you feel so inclined.” I smirk.

“Sweet. Now I have permission. Aaron just looked at me funny.”

“Of course he did. He doesn’t understand this friendship. Shit, I don’t understand it, but we’re good.”

She knocks my shin under the table. “I would do it harder, but since it’s your birthday, I’m being nice.”

“Oh, gee, thanks.”

“So how is it being a quarter of a century old? You’re now closer to thirty than twenty. You old bitch.”

I laugh loudly. “This will be you in a few weeks, so watch who you’re calling an old bitch.”

“I’ll always be able to call you an old bitch, and I’ll do it even when we’re old and grey and in Seattle’s finest f**king nursing home.”

I don’t doubt it, except the part about the nursing home. Liv is far too fiery to let someone wipe her ass, and I tell her as much.

She shrugs. “My new agent is putting me forward for a big campaign over here in a week or so. Maybe if I make it big, I’ll hire someone to do it for me.”

I shake my head with a small smile that’s threatening to become a grin. Jesus. “Really, Liv. You don’t need an ass-wiper. You need a boyfriend.”

“Oh yes. Says the woman who didn’t so much as look at a guy romantically until Mr. Walking Orgasm exploded into her life.”

“Things change. I changed. I kind of like love now.” I’d like it a lot more if it weren’t filled with everything we have to deal with.

“I know. I’m messing with you, babe.” Liv looks at me honestly, her eyes bright. “Love suits you. And Aaron is a good guy. He’ll make you happy.”

“He will. He does.” I blink harshly. “It’s my birthday and I’m not having you make me cry. That’s no fair. So what are we doing today?”

“We’re going shopping of course.” She nods toward my half-full glass and lifts hers. “Down in one go, honey. We have a store or ten to visit, and it’s on your man.”

I smile and lift the glass. Of course it’s on Aaron. There’ll be open tabs and closed stores just for us.

“Come on. Chop chop! We’re on a time schedule, you know.”

I grab my purse and follow her out. Of course we are.

***

I collapse back onto the sofa in Liv’s apartment and swing my feet onto her coffee table. Our bags are dumped in the middle of her kitchen, in full view, and I want to cringe a little. There are hundreds of dollars of clothes and shoes in those bags, nearly all of them mine.

Because my best friend is as much of an enabler as my boyfriend, apparently.

Liv looks between me and the bags and grins. “Right. Where’s that dress you bought early?”

My lips twist. “Which one?” I ask dryly.

“Ha! That blue one. And those black heels. Where are they?”

“In the bags.”

“Hilarious. I’ll find them. Then you’re putting them on.”