24. Aaron

24

AARON

L ila was looking at me with expectation in her eyes. I blinked at her, unsure how to meet those expectations for her, or whether I wanted to.

"Do you mean you want to… define our relationship? At this stage?" I asked her for clarification, thinking she surely couldn't want what I assumed she did. But Lila nodded, the wince on her face only lightly contradicting it.

"Yeah. I'm not asking for a proposal or anything," she hurried to say. "But… I don't know. I've gotten into some messes lately when I didn't establish these kinds of boundaries and just… acted according to my hormones. So, before things go any further—er, well, again, I mean—I want to know if you just want a no-strings thing or if there's a possibility that there's something else here."

It was a fair question, and one I was impressed she'd been mature enough to ask. The problem was I wasn't exactly sure how to answer it. I sipped my third glass of wine, maybe a little for courage, as I considered what I wanted, what I thought made sense for Lila and me.

I knew for sure that I was attracted to her even before I'd fucked her senseless over my desk. I also knew, though, that there were feelings beyond the carnal stirring deep within me and that Lila Dawson was more than just some conquest for me. Even now, when we'd just been talking and sharing personal tidbits like we did this all the time, I'd been enjoying myself more than I ever had with anyone else. The words came to me as I said them, and Lila watched me with her patient brown eyes.

"What I want, Lila, is to be with you. Of course, I mean sexually, since I certainly didn't get enough that time in my office. But I wouldn't have entered into something so potentially complicated just on whims of the flesh. You're interesting to me, and I admire your kindness more than you know. So, I'd like to keep seeing you, exclusive or not depending on what you want, and just play it by ear."

"Oh," Lila let out on an uncertain breath.

"I'm not sure if that's comforting to you," I admitted. "It's not a strong commitment, in any case. But I hope you know that I don't often date, since it takes up so much time that I'd usually rather dedicate to my work. When I have attempted to maintain relationships in the past, I've always fallen short in some way. But it's not for lack of trying, and so I'm serious about giving this a shot if you are."

"And by exclusive or not," Lila started slowly, taking a swig of her wine as if for courage, "do you mean, like, we can sleep with other people? Because, uh, I've sort of already slept with Felipe, and I'm kind of thinking of sleeping with Miles, too. If it's cool with you. And Felipe."

My laugh surprised me, bursting forth at full volume. Oh, she was tipsy. The flush on her cheeks was only partly related to the wine, but despite her shyness, she was pushing through. Unfiltered Lila was even cuter than the regular version, I was learning. And the young woman I'd seen as so pure and innocent before had already proven herself to be a bit wanton in bed, but I'd had no idea she had this level of libido. It turned me on to think she was so insatiable that one man couldn't be enough.

"I'm not afraid of a little competition," I told her in a half-growl. Her eyes widened.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," I reiterated. "I've had open relationships before. Granted, that was usually with people I felt more casual toward than you, but I'm not worried about something as silly as jealousy ruining how I feel for you. I like you a fair bit more than I expected to, I think."

"I like you, too," Lila whispered. She moved closer to me, our legs beginning to tangle together on the sofa when I followed her lead and scooted in.

"Who knows?" I started at a low purr, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. "Maybe Rojas, Kramer, and I can all share custody, like with the kids."

Lila's laugh was a little breathless. Her blush deepened, and she asked, "Do you mean… like, share me, um, in bed?"

Fuck. I loved the direction her dirty mind was going, but I couldn't help but laugh a little anyway, unsure whether she was serious. But the way she bit her lip and her eyes dilated in pleasure told me she was turned on just at the thought of Miles, Felipe, and me all fucking her at the same time. My cock grew hard in my pants almost instantly. Seeing sweet little Lila Dawson in such a mature scenario, watching her choke on my cock while Felipe or Miles fucked her tight cunt… yeah, I could absolutely get behind that. I wondered how she'd react differently to each of our efforts to make her come—and come, and come.

"Well, I have always seen myself as a team player," I told her. "I can certainly see the appeal in collaborating, if that was something you wanted to try." Christ, I hoped she wanted to try.

"Whoa," she breathed, looking woozy for a moment, as if she were about to faint. But she was still pressing herself closer to me on the couch, her thighs parting, too, with the clear arousal she was feeling at the idea. And damn it, if that wasn't just the cutest thing. Tired of talking, yearning for her, I had to lean in and kiss her again.