Filed to story: Cheating with My Boyfriend’s Best Friend Novel by Jane E L (Olive & Aaron)>>
I was angry, too-I was wronged-and I was wicked enough to drag him down with me.
“Thank you for everything you did for me tonight,” I added. “But let’s stop this now.”
I shrugged off his jacket and held it out to him. All he did was glare, making no move to reach out and take it from me. Without it, the cold wind danced across my skin. I shivered, but did my best to keep my posture steady in front of him. A few moments later, I heard footsteps rustling and coming closer to us, and my patience finally ran out.
If he doesn’t want it, then fine.
With a smile, I dropped his suit jacket on the ground and moved to walk past him. Before I could though, he grabbed my arm. His fingers dug into me harshly as he pulled me back against him.
“You want to stop?” Aaron’s expression devolved into one of
bitter resentment. I felt every bit of his hatred and indignation.
My nails dug into him harshly as I tried to push him away, but his grip only grew tighter. He moved to pin me hard against the wall of the sculpture, and the sudden cold across my back sent a violent shiver through my bones.
“Well, I don’t accept your s*itty apology,” Aaron growled. “And I won’t let you go either.” His blue eyes were bloodshot, and the wind made them well with tears. Even as his curly hair swayed in front of his eyes, his stare was unwavering.
“I can’t keep doing this. It’s wrong.”
I was cold, I was angry, and I’d never hated myself more than I did right now. Why was I even here? To be a cheap date because I thought I owed him something?
“Wrong?” He let out a dry laugh, his wrath finally let loose. “G*d, you drive me f*cking crazy, Olive.”
Familiar voices approached from the other side of the hedge- David and Jane-just as Aaron’s hand trailed down my waist to squeeze my hip.
His low whisper had a devilish edge to it: “You are irresistible…”
“Are you insane!?” I hissed, staying as quiet as possible. My eyes widened when I felt his hand drift further down to grab my a*s, and panic shot through me. What was he thinking!? Didn’t he know there were people right over there!?
“I just told you I was,” he smirked. “And it’s all your fault.”
His blue irises were ringed with red from the biting wind. It lent him a sinister sort of beauty.
I struggled stiffly in his arms, torn between staying stone-still and escaping Aaron’s fierce embrace. On the other side of the hedge, David and Jane continued their conversation, none the wiser.
“They’re right there,” I gritted my teeth.
“So what?”
Admittedly, I usually found his arrogant defiance charming, but this was not one of those times.
But regardless, I couldn’t stop him. His nimble fingers quickly found the subtle zipper on the side of my dress. In less than a second, he was kneading at my chest. The chilled skin of his hand sent shocks through my nervous system as he pinched and tugged at my nipples.
“Stop!” I desperately tried to push him away, but it was no
use. Even with his hand in my dress, he was pressing himself so firmly against me that I felt his own nipples harden through our clothes.
“Naughty girl… Dancing with your professor without a bra…”
“Ah-!” I cried. He was being too rough; his rough groping left my chest itching and irritated. “What is wrong with you!? You’re the one who picked this dress. It’s normal not to wear a
“I know, darling. I put it on you, remember?” His assault on my chest grew more intense, and he pressed his knee between my legs to keep me still. “And now I’m going to take it off.”
He pulled away my dress while he spoke, and I trembled as the pale skin of my breasts met open air. Immediately, he leaned down. His thumb rubbed circles into one of my nipples as he busied his mouth with sucking and biting at the other. With a soft grunt, I pushed his head away and leaned to the side to peek around the corner. David was standing not even ten feet away.
Panting, Aaron looked up and followed my line of sight. I felt his lips skate along my skin until they reached my ear. Then, with a teasing nip, he whispered, “You’re still worried about him? Just let go.”
“Do you hear yourself right now!? He’s standing right there!” I snapped. I was still struggling, but I wasn’t any closer to getting away from him.
“Yeah? I want him to hear…” He paused. “Or do you want me to take you somewhere else?”
“I don’t want this at all! Don’t you get that? Are you going to rape me?!”
“Then scream, darling. Call for help. Go ahead.” His eyes seemed hazy, fogged with an aching loneliness. Despite the fragility on his face, his movements were as domineering as ever. “The more you struggle, the faster your dress hits the floor.”
“Aaron-ah! You son of a b*tch…”
He grinned, “Finally done with that ‘Mr. Morris’ bu*ppy wetness of our kiss as saliva dripped down my chin. Aaron bit at my lips and tongue so hard it felt like he was punishing me. I clutched at his collar weakly, out of breath.
“Don’t leave me, Olive…” He murmured between kisses. “Let’s put tonight behind us, please… I’m sorry…”
I jerked my head to the side to avoid his lips. My chest heaved as I glared at him. Leave him? It wasn’t like we were a couple. I knew we blurred the lines of our relationship tonight, but a romance with Aaron was the last thing I wanted!
The scent of the flowers around us mixed with his hearty smell of amber and filled my lungs and made my heart race. The night chill spread across the rest of my body as Aaron tore the rest of the dress off of me. I let out a frightened whine when I felt Aaron’s fingers trace my dripping entrance.