Page 37 of The Pursuit of Happiness (Satan’s Angels #2)

Brody stops messing with the string and takes on a tone of seriousness, “Harvey and I were sneaking around and hooking up on the low for a while before you guys knew. I’m just saying, I know you’re hiding something because I’ve been exactly where you are.”

Selene turns on Brody and raises her chin, “I knew the whole time that you were hooking up.”

Brody rolls her eyes, “You don’t count.”

Selene gives her a questioning look, “And why not?”

The look Brody gives Selene is a look one gives when they can not believe the other person is that oblivious, “Because there’s never getting anything past you, Selene. You always know what we do before we even think to do it.”

Selene preens, “I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.”

Ivory snorts a laugh, “Bitch.”

Selene laughs and Brody focuses back on me, “But seriously, just admit it. You and Slater are hooking up.”

The excited and intrigued looks on their faces as they stare at me, awaiting my response, have me suddenly blushing.

God, I never blushed this much before Slater Nicks.

The look on Selene’s face is different. Brody and Ivory are waiting for me to confirm Brody’s claim, but Selene… Selene already knows. She always does.

I sigh and decide to be honest even though I don’t want to put mine and Sly’s business out yet, “Fine. Yes, we’re hooking up.”

“I knew it!” Ivory throws her fists up in the air in victory.

Brody claps and Selene grins, “How’s the sex?” Brody asks, wiggling her brows.

I roll my eyes, “It’s not just sex with us.”

“Oh?” Selene asks, suddenly interested in the more serious topic.

I hug my knees as I get more comfortable on the couch, “He makes me happy.” That’s all I say because that’s all I need to say. They’re my best friends and they know me well enough to know what it all means.

Selene gives me a satisfied look, “Finally.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

Selene smiles gently, something she has never done with me, “Aria, you’ve been single for five years since your piece of shit ex tried to gaslight you into throwing away your dreams. He made you bitter and miserable and when you finally got the balls to leave, you claimed you were happier without him, but you were never happy to begin with.

” Oh here we fucking go with Selene unlocking things I didn’t even realize about myself.

“You used the drugs and the alcohol to mask the fact that you were never happy and you lived in this fantasy world where the three of you were on cloud nine. I think you started to realize how truly unhappy you were when Brody and Harvey got together and the band dynamic changed. You’ve been moping for months because the bubble around the way the three of you animals used to be popped and reality set in, and then all of a sudden, Slater comes around and you’re not mopey anymore. ”

Ivory interrupts, “Well, she did wear the turtleneck.”

“Mockneck,” I correct, a bite to my tone.

Selene groans, “Ivory, shut up.” She looks back at me and smiles, “The sex tape was probably the worst thing to happen to you, but it may also be the best because it brought you and Slater together.”

I realize that she’s right. I’ve been so bitter about this tape. I let it control my life and ruin it, but it’s the best thing to happen to me because without it, I wouldn’t have Sly.

Selene crosses one leg over the other, pleased with her psychological evaluation, “Sly is the best thing that’s happened to you and you have that tape to thank.

” She looks at Brody and Ivory before she adds, “I think we can all agree that while the road has been bumpy, this is the happiest I’ve ever seen you.

And not fake happy either. You’re really happy. ”

A smile spreads across my lips as I realize how true her words are.

I struggled with my own self image since that tape.

I changed how I dressed because I wanted to please others.

I changed how I acted for the same reason.

But in doing all of that, I was never happy.

I was actually denying myself happiness and last night when I decided to finally let myself be happy, I was.

And I will not be giving it up anytime soon. “You’re right.”

Brody cheers, “Finally!”

Ivory beams, “We knew you’d end up together. Maybe not right away because we hated him, but like a couple of weeks later.”

I laugh because I can’t help it. “Do you think I fucked up with his parents?”

Selene shakes her head, “No. It was obvious they love you already.”

Ivory intercedes, “Okay, but we need to talk about what’s important.”

“Which is?” I ask, a brow raised. With Ivory, important could be a single errant hair or a runway show opportunity.

She sits up straighter, leaning towards me from her end of the circular couch, “How is the sex?”

I roll my eyes and sigh, “Seriously? That’s what you care about?”

“We need to know,” Brody shrugs, mischief on her face.

I shake my head, “It’s fucking amazing, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Ivory exclaims, “I knew it!”

“What have you guys done?” Brody asks, interest in her eyes.

My lip curls in distaste, “We’ve only had sex once.” I realize my mistake, “Once sober and not in a sex tape.”

“Okay, but what did you do?” Ivory presses.

Selene gives her an irritated look, “Why are we pressing her for details of her sex life?”

Brody gives Selene a look like the answer is obvious, “Because that’s what we do. Don’t let Aria fool you, when she found out about Harvey and I she harassed me for details.” Okay, I did do that.

Ivory raises a brow, “Selene, how come you don’t wanna talk about sex?”

Brody adds, “Yeah, and how come you never tell us anything about your sex life?”

I’m intrigued now, not only because the subject is no longer me, but because the idea of Selene having sex gives me the same feeling I got when I learned teachers don’t actually live at school.

“You have to be doing kinky shit.” My voice comes out so excited, I can barely contain myself. “What do you do?” I ask ardently.

Selene doesn’t flinch, nor does she react to any of our jabs and claims. She just gives us a very annoyed look and snaps, “What do you mean ‘what do I do?’ I fuck,” her voice is final, leaving no room for protest or argument.

“Well, that’s the end of that,” Brody complains, disappointment in her features.

A new voice enters the room, “That’s the end of what?” We all turn to find Sly standing in the room. He must’ve just gotten back from dinner.

I give him an amused smile, “We’ve been caught.”

He tilts his head at me, “What?”

Ivory answers for me, “We know you guys are a thing.”

Sly gives me a confused look that makes me feel guilty. I feel like I’ve been giving him a lot of emotional whiplash lately. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to know?”

I defend, “I didn’t! But they already knew.”

“How?” He asks, surprise in his eyes.

Selene answers, “Because the two of you are as transparent as my Nan’s underwear.” She shivers under her breath, a traumatized expression passing through her features before she forces whatever image that came to her mind away.

Sly’s brows pull together, “Uh…okay?”

Brody explains, “We knew you guys were a thing because of the way you look at each other and also because there was a lot of sexual tension.”

“Yeah, a lot ,” Ivory adds.

I roll my eyes as I lift myself off the couch and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He wraps his arms around me in return and presses a kiss to my lips, whispering, “You ready for me to make good on my promise?”

I feel warmth between my legs and nod, “Fuck, yes,” I whisper back.

Brody removes herself from the couch with a fake yawn, “Well, that’s my signal to leave.” She hurries for the door and just before she dips out she does some kind of weird hand signal thing with Sly that has me creasing my brows in confusion.

Ivory follows Brody’s lead and I notice she does the same signal with Sly. “What is that?” I ask, suddenly feeling left out of whatever that is.

Ivory winks, “Secret handshake.”

I scoff, “Excuse me?”

Sly laughs, “We made it when you came late last week. We’re besties now,” he high fives Ivory and she has to jump off the ground to reach his hand.

I roll my eyes, “Right.”

Brody peeks back in, “Besties, but you’re still our number one, R.” She disappears a moment later and when Ivory sees the annoyed look on my face she sprints out of the studio too.

Selene takes her time to leave and Sly attempts the secret handshake thing with her too, but she holds up a dismissive hand, “I’m not four, don’t try that shit with me.”

Sly lowers his hand and I can’t help but laugh. Selene leaves a moment later, the scent of her expensive perfume lingering. When it’s just Sly and I, he immediately uses his hips to pin me to the wall, his mouth instantly on mine.

I can feel his length pressing against my stomach, already rock solid and I feel my own arousal gathering between my legs. “I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day,” he groans into my mouth.

His fingers dip into my jeans and into my thong, smoothing through my folds.

He removes his hand a moment later and raises his fingers in the air for me to see, my arousal glistening from the light.

He sucks his fingers clean and growls, “You taste so fucking good, Kane.” I shiver at the heat in his stare, the sight of him sucking my juices off his fingers.

He catches me completely off guard next, lifting me and tossing me over his shoulder.

He swats my ass and I gasp in surprise, so turned on that my jeans feel so wrong on me.

I rub my legs together for friction, desperate to get even a taste.

He tosses me down on the vinyl couch my friends just vacated and immediately makes quick work of removing my clothes. I hear fabric tearing and buttons popping but it doesn’t matter at all. Nothing matters but this beautiful, perfect man that has me wetter than an ocean right now.

Once he’s done stripping me, he immediately lowers his face until his mouth is on my pussy. I moan at the warm sensation of his tongue lapping at my clit, his fingers working in tandem to work my entrance.

He changes his rhythm and my body convulses, my eyes closing, “Eyes on me,” he commands.

I obey, not wanting to play games and risk losing the sensation of his stimulation. “How does this feel, Kane? Talk to me.”

I arch my back as his fingers curl inside me, “It feels so fucking good. Oh my God,” I answer, my voice breathy.

“Sly,” he corrects.

“It feels so fucking good, Sly,” I try again, hoping to please him as he pleases me.

In a matter of moments, I’m coming with a loud cry, my entire body shaking as the orgasm spreads through my veins and threatens to lull me away into bliss.

Once it starts to fade, he removes his mouth and fingers and maneuver’s me so that my stomach is pressed against the back of the couch and my knees are buried in the cushions.

My back is to him and I look over my shoulder to see what he plans on doing next.

My legs feel like they’re made of jelly and I struggle to stay upright, leaning my weight on the back of the couch for support.

He strips behind me, tossing his clothes in a pile on the ground haphazardly.

He doesn’t take his eyes off of me once.

My ass is up in the air, my juices coating my inner thighs.

I’m giving him quite the show and under normal circumstances, I would probably be insecure about my current position, but it’s impossible to feel anything aside from perfect with Sly.

Once he’s completely naked, I watch him over my shoulder close the distance between our bodies. He places a hand on my hip to steady me, rubbing his already hard cock through my folds and into my arousal. “Sly, I need you inside of me,” I whine, desperate for him.

He makes eye contact with me and smirks, “You’re so impatient, Kane.”

I shake my butt a little to emphasize my point, “I never said I wasn’t. Now, please fuck me already.”

Sly doesn’t argue, pressing the crown of his cock against my entrance and sinking himself all the way inside a moment later.

I gasp around the fullness of having him inside of me.

He pulls back out and sinks back in, creating a rhythm with an edge to it.

Yesterday when we had sex, it was slower and more explorative.

Today, it’s hard and desperate and I’m okay with both.

He pounds into me hard and fast, his other hand moving up to pinch and tease my nipples.

In minutes, I already feel another orgasm coming.

My muscles clench around him, squeezing him as he drives into me harder and harder.

He groans at the feeling, “Yeah, baby. Squeeze my cock with that perfect pussy.”

My eyes practically roll to the back of my head with his words.

He removes his hand from my nipple and uses both to push my legs closer together, making my walls tighter around him.

We both groan at how good it feels and with this new pressure, I already feel another orgasm coming.

He must be on the same page as me because his pace starts to slow and in another couple of minutes, he’s slowing to a halt.

He stops as he spills his seed inside of me, his arms coming around me to hold me in an embrace from behind. We’re both a mess of breathlessness and pleasure. Some sweat too.

When his release fades away, he withdraws from inside of me and flips me onto the couch so that I lay on the cushions face up. He opens my legs and stares directly at my pussy, watching his release drip out of me and onto the couch.

“Fuck, Kane.” He gives me a devilish look before looking back at my pussy. “Such a perfect fucking pussy.”

He lowers himself so that he’s on top of me and brings his mouth down to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and lose myself on this studio couch with Slater Nicks.