Ayden
SAWYER

I was getting ready to lay down when I heard music turn on in the kitchen. I frowned as I started walking to my bedroom door. Everyone from the party left, including Nate; and Lanie said she was going to bed. What was she doing?

As I walked through the living room towards the kitchen, I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost two in the morning. I ran my hands over my face. I was still a little intoxicated from the liquor I had earlier. I stumbled my way towards the kitchen and froze in the doorway. Lanie was holding a bottle of tequila while she swayed back and forth to the music. She was breathtaking.

I was completely mesmerized in that moment. My eyes fell to the black cocktail dress she was wearing. It continued to slide up and down her thighs as she danced. She still had her black high heels on and-- damn. She really was amazing. I could watch her dance all night. She took a gulp of the tequila and ran a hand through her long brown hair.

Her eyes landed on me and she smiled. A real, genuine smile that nearly had me dropping to my knees. She continued to dance as she crooked her finger at me. I felt my left foot take a step forward; it was almost like there was a string attached to her finger and she was pulling me in.

"Hey. I would ask if you're okay, but it seems like you're enjoying yourself." I kept my tone light. I had gotten to know Lanie over the past two weeks and I didn't know what kind of mood she was in. I know how hard the holidays were for her.

"I am feeling good," she cooed. "Won't you join me? This kitchen is big enough for two."

Christ, her voice was low and soft. I almost didn't hear her over the music. Everything about her was drawing me in and I needed to be careful. If I learned anything over the past two weeks, it was that I have very little, if any, resistance for her. I knew the night we shared together shouldn't have happened. It may have been mind-blowingly-amazing, but I still betrayed my best friend. The worst part was, I wanted to do it again. And again, and again.

"Sure that's a good idea?" I asked her. She was clearly drunk, or at least tipsy, and I was still intoxicated myself. The two of us alone with our inhibitions lowered didn't seem like a smart move. But then again...when have I ever been smart?

She met my stare. "Ayden, my brother is being shipped off tomorrow. It's New Years and I wanna dance." She held her hand out to me. "Coming?"

I placed my hand in hers and she pulled me into the kitchen. She held out the bottle of tequila and offered some to me. I took a few gulps before sitting it on the table. She didn't waste any time after that. She wrapped her arms around my neck and my hands flew to her waist. My heart started pounding in my chest as I took in the intoxicating scent of her jasmine perfume. Chills shot down my spine as she played with the hair at the base of my neck. I didn't even realize I pulled her flush against me until I heard her melodic voice at my ear.

"You're pretty good at this."

I chuckled at that and flattened my hand against her back. "It's all you, Goddess." I closed my eyes tight before I whispered in her ear, "You look beautiful tonight."

She pulled a back a little so she could meet my gaze and flashed me a smile. "You don't look so bad yourself, Sergeant."

I knew the kiss was coming. I could feel it with complete certainty. But I was not prepared for it. For any of it. I especially wasn't prepared for her. Lanie cupped the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. Her tongue slipped past my lips instantly. Searching. Seeking. Taking what she wanted. I was more than happy to oblige. I pulled her even closer and I felt her plump breasts press against my chest. I buried my left hand in her hair, and deepened the kiss. When she moaned into my mouth, I was done for. That sound was one my biggest weaknesses when it came to her.

Lanie was trying to catch her breath as she studied my expression. I knew she wasn't that drunk, but I was scared shitless. I was scared of how my body responded to her. She sensed my hesitation and closed the small distance between us. I sucked in a sharp breath when she stroked my hard length through my sweats. She leaned forward and put her mouth to my ear again. She took my earlobe between her teeth before she said, "Ayden, either fuck me, or I'm going to go to my room and pleasure myself."

Only a fucking idiot would pass up an offer like that. I was on her in an instant. I crushed my lips against hers. She tasted like strawberries and tequila and I wanted more. Our hands were all over each other. Everything went supersonic and in slow motion at the same time. I kissed a trail from her mouth to neck. Fuck...the sounds she was making. Just like that night in the hotel. I loved even more that I was the cause of them. Not to mention the way she...

"Ayden..."

Yep. That. I backed her up until she was leaning against the dining room table. I never stopped kissing her as I reached down and pulled up her dress. I pulled away and her eyes met mine. I slowly slid her panties down her long, luscious legs. She stepped out of them and I stood back up.

She ran her hand up my chest to the back of my neck again. She pulled me down and took possession of my mouth again. The way she was kissing me right now...the way he deepened the kiss, told me exactly what I needed to know. Nothing was stopping up tonight. All of that 'friends' bullshit was out the window. At least, for the next hour or so.

Overwhelmed by the need I felt for her, I swiped off anything that was on the table. I didn't care what broke. I wanted her. I kissed her at the same time I grabbed her by the waist and sat her up on the table. I felt her hands push down my sweats and she wrapped her hand around my hard cock.

"Fuck, Lanie," I groaned as she stroked me.

"That's the idea," she said with a laugh.

I ran my hand along her thigh before I slid a finger deep inside her. She let out a deep moan as she gripped my shoulders. I cursed under my breath. She felt so ridiculously amazing. And incredibly wet. For me. That thought alone almost had me coming where I stood.

"I want you," I growled against her lips as I kissed her.

"Then take me."

I'm so onboard with that. I continued to kiss her as I pulled her to the edge of the counter. I slid inside her with one hard thrust. Her back arched and she gasped as I filled her. She was so hot and tight that I stayed like that for a moment, letting her body adjust to mine. I buried my face in her neck as I started to withdraw and thrust into her welcoming body. Over and over again it went. Faster and faster each time.

"God, Ayden. Yes..." She bit her lip as I felt her legs tighten around me. Along with the heels that she was still wearing and were currently digging into my back. Hottest. Thing. Ever.

I looked at her as I continued to thrust. Her lips were slightly parted and her breaths were coming out in small pants. She held my stare and something passed between us. I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew she felt it, too.

I placed a gentle kiss to her lips. "You feel so fucking good."

"Right there, Ayden," she begged and I quickened my thrusts. Her cries of pleasure, along with the tightening of her body, let me know she was getting close. So was I.

I cupped her face with my hands and kissed her once. Twice. And a third time. It was like my body had a mind of it's own as I pounded into her. Just as I felt her body tense up...

"Ayden!" My name was a scream on her lips as she climaxed. She was even more beautiful, if that was possible.

A few more thrusts and I felt my body stiffen as I came inside her. We stayed like that for several minutes. I placed lazy kisses on her neck and shoulder while we both continued to catch our breaths. My eyelids slid shut as I basked in the happiness I was feeling. This moment, here and now, was unlike any other. I've never felt this before. With anyone.

I took a step back and withdrew from her. I pulled up my sweats and helped her off of the table. She fixed her dress and picked her panties up from the floor before looking up at me.

I cleared my throat and smiled. "Well, that was--"

"Yeah," she said with a laugh.

She walked over to the counter and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. She left the kitchen and I followed after her. When I saw her head into my bedroom, I paused a few feet away. There was a picture of her and Nate on the fireplace. Guilt filled me when I glanced at it. Nate didn't know it, but he really was the only real friend that I had; and here I was, betraying him. Again.

My door creaked open and Lanie stood in the doorway. She was now wearing one of my shirts. Holy shit.

"Coming?" she asked with a seductive smile.

I smiled as I walked over to her. She squealed when I threw her over my shoulder and carried her into my room. As I tumbled into bed with her, I breathed her in. No matter what happened after tonight, I knew there was one thing I wouldn't forget...

The smell of her jasmine perfume.