Page 38 of The Pursuit of Happiness (Satan’s Angels #2)

Aria

Did you know that there are an average of fifty-thousand spiders per acre in green areas?

I did not know this and I will now never be entering a green area again.

Thank you, TikTok. I suddenly feel a weird itch on my arm and slap my arm, fearful that it could be a spider.

When my hand comes up clean, I shake my head at myself and close TikTok. Vibe officially ruined.

Two nights ago, Sly and I had mind blowing studio sex that neither of us has forgotten.

He slept over my house that night and we continued the sex marathon and then this morning, we parted ways.

Sly had a meeting with Steve and Selene about his settlements and charges, something none of them wanted me present for, and I had lyrics to write.

I was slightly offended that I was blacklisted from the meeting, but Sly had made me come so many times this morning that I didn’t put up much of an argument.

He kissed me goodbye very affectionately and explained I was uninvited because I worry too much.

I couldn’t argue on that one because if overthinking and worrying was a job, I would be a billionaire.

Well, I am a billionaire, but that isn’t my job.

After his meeting, we had scheduled studio time to work and then more obligations after, so we haven’t been able to see much of each other until now. He texted me to let myself in since he was in the shower and I did, but he’s taking a while and I banned myself from TikTok, so I’m bored.

I hear a spray of water from inside the bathroom and get an idea.

I grin as I quickly leap out of his bed and strip completely naked.

I toe into the bathroom and into the shower with him.

He must sense my presence the entire time because he asks, “Aria Kane, are you trying to take advantage of me while I’m vulnerable in the shower? ”

I laugh because he speaks around water, the showerhead right above his head as he rinses his shampoo from his hair, “Maybe. Is that a problem with you?”

He wipes water from his eyes and quips, “Baby, I was hoping you would. Why do you think I was taking so long?”

I swat his chest and laugh, “Seriously? You had me out there watching TikToks about spiders and getting itchy.”

He shrugs, “Shouldn’t have taken so long to get naked then.”

I open my mouth to make a witty comment in return but he silences me by crashing his mouth down against mine. My back presses into the cold, glass shower door, the spray of water soaking my hair and running down both of our faces.

His hands start to wander lower and lower until his fingers are inside of me and I’m moaning into his mouth. He kisses and bites the skin of my neck and I throw my head back in pleasure. “I love the way your body reacts to me,” he whispers against my neck.

His fingers create a stable rhythm as they move in and out of me, curling in the right places and using the perfect amount of pressure. In moments I already feel that familiar warmth forming low in my body and spreading throughout all of my muscles and all of my veins. “Are you gonna come, Kane?”

I nod, “Yes!” I cry out.

Just as the orgasm is on the tip of my tongue, he withdraws his fingers and leaves me panting, aching with need for his fingers inside of me once more.

The feeling of being so close to the edge, ready to jump off and being pulled back onto the surface has me so restless.

“What was that?” I snap, the irritation of the incomplete feeling making me quick to anger.

He smirks, “Can I try something?”

Why does he look so amused? I’m annoyed at his playful tone, his playful expression, his perfect fucking face.

I’m in no mood to play games and bringing someone so close to orgasm only to take it away is rude.

Rude as fuck. I take a step away from him.

“No. I’m over it,” I grumble as I try to step around him and abandon him in the shower.

He grabs my arm and pushes me back against the wall, caging me in with his body, “You’re over it?

” He gives me a raised brow and a very stern expression.

I feel my arousal practically dripping down my thighs at the expression on his face, but then I remind myself that he just left me very sexually frustrated.

I raise my chin in defiance, “Yes, I am over it. I’m not a fan of ruining orgasms for fun. So if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in your bed making myself come.”

His stern expression melts into intrigue as he bites his bottom lip.

He has an almost dream-like look on his face that makes me almost positive he’s picturing me making myself come in his bed.

In a second, he pushes it below the surface of his thoughts and tilts his head at me, “I wasn’t playing games, Kane.

” He keeps me pinned against the wall and uses one hand to change the settings on his fancy ass shower before he removes the detachable shower head.

He looks back at me and grins and I suddenly realize where this is going.

“Open your legs,” he commands, his tone hungry.

Desperate for the orgasm I never got, I open my legs for him.

He leans in close to my lips, cutting off my view of his hand on the showerhead.

I don’t need to look though, because I can feel it.

He angles the spray against my clit and I shiver immediately.

The pressure is intense, all consuming in a way I’ve never felt before.

My legs practically wobble, supported by jelly and he uses his weight to hold me up, a victorious look on his face.

He kisses the corner of my mouth, “I told you I wanted to try something.”

I have no words to respond with. I’m consumed completely by the intensity of the water on my clit, on his body against mine. God, I was a fool for underestimating him. I should know Sly well enough to know he’d never play games with my pleasure if he didn’t plan on giving it to me tenfold.

He shifts the angle of the spray slightly and I cry out, the warmth of the water, the pressure, all of it placing me right back on the edge of orgasm.

He laughs under his breath, “Do you still wanna leave? Do you still want to make yourself come in my bed as opposed to this ?” He asks, already knowing the answer.

I shake my head and force myself to meet his eyes, pleasure written into my features like notes on paper. “No,” I whimper.

He kisses my lips and I start to roll my hips against the pressure of the water. I feel that warmth humming low in my belly and spreading through me and I know immediately the orgasm is coming and it’s going to be intense. He must know it too because he uses his body to keep mine upright.

It comes immediately, intensely, and I moan so loud against it. He holds the water there for a second while the effects of my orgasm wash away, but when it fades completely, he removes it from the over sensitive nub. I struggle to stand and he supports me, kissing me.

He only breaks the kiss to put the shower head back where it belongs and for me to catch my breath. I feel so relaxed. Too relaxed. I suddenly want to fall asleep in the warmth of his arms and not wake up for ten years.

Sly wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me to his chest and I let my eyes flutter closed. “I would never play games with you, Kane,” he whispers against the top of my head.

I nod, believing every word. “I know,” I whisper back.

––––––––

“SO WHAT’S THIS ABOUT spiders?” Sly rolls onto his side and asks me.

I turn my head to face him and laugh. Of course he remembers every detail of our previous conversation. I roll onto my side in his very comfortable bed and face him, “There’s an average of fifty-thousand spiders per acre in green areas. Isn’t that horrifying?”

He laughs, turning his face into his pillow. I swat his arm playfully, “What’s funny?”

Sly peeks up to face me head on, “The fact that the spider fear is coming from the girl who has Phase IV on her top twenty horror movies list.”

I clamp my mouth shut and realize I may actually be very contradictory. “Yeah, but they’re fictional in that movie. I don’t like them in real life!” I defend.

He ponders the thought but inevitably nods his agreement, though I think he’d agree with me on anything, even knowing with certainty that I’m wrong. “True. I’ll give you that.”

The sun starts to set, gentle rays of light coming in through his bedroom windows, and basking us in a sunset glow.

We’re tangled in his bedsheets, still coming down from the highs of our shower.

Sly gave me one of his t-shirts to wear and I wish I could wear it forever.

It smells just like him and I want to inhale his scent all day every single day until the day I die and maybe even after then.

A thought strikes me and I realize I’m gonna have to start leaving some clothes here.

My stomach sinks as I realize what that means.

Things between Sly and I are actually venturing into serious territory.

A year ago, the thought of leaving my personal items at a man’s home with every intention of coming back consistently and using it would’ve made my skin crawl and my stomach churn, but it doesn’t scare me at all with Sly.

Maybe I won’t bring too much clothing. I prefer to wear his, enraptured by his scent. My phone vibrates from where I left it on the walnut colored nightstand and I crawl to the edge of the giant bed to grab it. When I see the notification, my shoulders tense and my stomach sinks.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Unknown Number

You can’t keep ignoring me

You’ll have to face the truth eventually

Unknown Number

Do you even remember me or have you

fucked that many guys since we’ve broken up?

Unknown Number

You are a worthless, filthy whore