Chapter Seven
Reese
This beautiful, sexy girl is standing in front of me, holding my hand to her tit, asking me to fuck her. I've been propositioned before, several times, but never like this.Be my first time, she says. Only once was I a girl's first time, and that was my first time too. I want Arden. Want her like mad. But I keep hearing Chance's voice in my head telling me to be a good little boy and not ruin his fiancée's best friend, the sweet and sort of barmy girl who joined the Peace Corps and who believes in aliens.
But her eyes are pleading with me, and her luscious body is tempting me with all those curves and those breasts, one of which I'm currently fondling. Because she shoved my hand onto it.
Even a monk couldn't stop from getting hard if a woman did that to him. Particularly this woman. And particularly after what I saw her doing a few minutes ago. Honestly, I was hard the second I walked into the flat and found her enjoying one of her sex toys on the sofa.
My mind decides to give me a vivid replay of that moment, of Arden writhing on the sofa while she fucks herself with a vibrator. Was that Rod? Maybe it had been Jack. Christ, I hope it wasn't Big Jim, because I have a feeling a real dick might have a hard time living up to a device that has a name like that.
I'm still having trouble catching my breath. Her tit feels so good, supple and warm with the nipple stiff and pushing against my palm. She smells like sex, because she was giving herself a jolly good time a few minutes ago. The scent of it, musky and sweet, is eroding my willpower much too fast.
"Arden," I say, trying to be mature and levelheaded about it, "I'm not sure we should do this. Chance and Elena---"
"They don't run my life, or yours." She massages the back of my hand, the one wrapped around her breast. "I've waited long enough. You're nice, even if you are British, and you're so damn sexy. I want you, but if you don't want me..."
"Of course I want you." I realize what she said a moment ago and ask, "Why did you say 'even if you are British'?"
"Well, to be honest, when I think of British people, I picture the queen. She's, like, a thousand years old."
"Do I look like the queen?"
Her gaze slides up and down my body, then settles on my cock. She bites her lip. "No, you don't look anything like that."
If she doesn't stop staring at my erection, I can't be held responsible for what I do.
Leave her alone, Reese.It's Chance's voice again, repeating the words he said to me this morning.Don't do it. Keep your randy paws off Arden.
Right. The same way Chance kept his randy paws off Elena on the night they met. He told me about that, but he probably wishes he hadn't. I can use it as an excuse to strip Arden naked.
I shouldn't, but I want to. The need pounds inside me, like an alien creature has crawled into my body and demands I feed it Arden's pleasure.
Maybe I've spent too much time around her. An alien?Get a grip, man.
Lusting after Arden Clover Pesti might be wrong, but suddenly, I can't think of a single reason why I shouldn't take her up on that offer. After all, I'm the Dixon brother who does the wrong thing the right way.
One more time, for the last time, I ask, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, Reese, I'm sure."
"And you haven't been drinking or smoking anything?"
"None of the above. Clean and sober and on fire for you."
I pick her up and carry her into a bedroom, not really noticing or caring whose bedroom it is. It turns out to be Arden's. I set her down on her feet near the bed. The pink bed. Since I know this used to be Kyle Linwood's room, I'm sure he didn't put the pink sheets and fuzzy pink blanket on the bed. Stuffed animals are lined up along the headboard, on top of the pillows.
"Does my girlie room bother you?" Arden asks. "I had my parents mail me some of my stuff, from my apartment back home."
"It doesn't bother me. I've been in worse girlie rooms."
Arden marches up to the headboard, stretches her arm halfway across the bed, which is as far as she can reach, and sweeps the stuffed animals off it. I watch as she crawls across the bed and shoves the rest of them onto the floor. When she climbs off the bed, her nightie rides up and reveals the round cheeks of her arse.
She sashays up to me, tipping her head back to meet my gaze. "How do we start?"
"By getting naked, Luscious."
"Duh. Right." She whips her nightie off over her head and flings it away. "How's that?"