Chapter 36 XADEN

Chapter 36 XADEN
  Chapter 36
XADEN
It has been haunting me every night since that night. The night I took Sloane and her friends home after the block party.
It started right after I dropped off Rave at her older brother’s house and returned to the car to drive my drunk crush to the house. I was already wondering how to get her into the house without alerting Jasper or Mum.
“Xaden, you moron.” She started.
My brows arched as I turned to her, confusion spread all over my face, wondering what I did wrong even though I had satisfied her pretty well tonight.
“Why am I a moron?” I asked, eyes glued to the road, hands on the wheel.
“Men are dumb.” She growled.
Okay, now she hates men. Great.
“Peach, why don’t you take a nap, we would be home in ten minutes.” I muffled, my lips curled into a smile. Sloane had just checked off no 7 on my bucket list. Driving her home while she is drunk. Do not ask me why driving her home is on my bucket list, it just is.
But Sloane was not done with me…she was anything but done with me tonight. Her hands suddenly went to my thigh.
I almost lost my grip on the wheel for a moment, “Uhm, peach? What…what are you doing, baby?” I asked, flustered, flushed. Adjusting myself on the chair as her hands continued to wrap around my thigh. She kept pressing and feeling it and the sensation, the feel of her hands traveled through every corner of my head, sending shivers down my spine, forcing blood to flow through my third leg.
“Wow, it’s so, thick…Since when were your thighs so thick, muffin?” His voice was low, a whisper that had no business being so sexy and alluring yet I could not think with my head but rather the head between my legs.
You have got to be kidding me.
“Sloane, baby, I don’t think your hands should be where they are right now” I whispered, almost crying because this woman still has her hands on my thigh.
So help me God.
“Why not? I like the feel of your thigh on my hands.” She pouted.
I grunted. I swallowed hard, making sure I kept my eyes on the wheel and also kept my eyes open.
Her hands were slowly moving towards my second head and so help me God…I am hard…so hard, that it freaking hurts. I want her hands to wrap around it, I want her to take off my belt and yank out my cock and stroke it with her bare hands…oh fuck….the thought of her palm on my cock just almost made me cum all over my pants.
I took one of my hands off the wheel, I grabbed her hands, and pulled them off my thigh. “Baby, I also like where your hands are but you’re drunk. Chances are you won’t remember this in the morning or worse, you’d tell me it was a mistake….so please, pull yourself together, we are home.” I manage to make some worse without moaning or groaning.
“You’re no fun….I think you owe me your body.” She grunted.
“Why?” I asked. “I do not object but …why?”
“Because I have remained a virgin because I kept myself for you….foolish, I know…you probably have fucked other girls over the last five years but I haven’t…I couldn’t…I couldn’t bring myself to….I wanted it to be with you.”
I froze.
We were finally home but I sat in the car, eyes on this woman who had done nothing but drive me crazy since the day I met her in front of that lake.
She was still a virgin because she wanted her first to be with me.
I am not a virgin, I have slept with two girls before I saw Sloane as a woman but from the moment I did, I couldn’t bring myself to make out with another woman without thinking about her. It’s been the same, then and now. I have not been with a woman since the night I kissed her.
“You will be the end of me, do you know that Sloane?”
She giggled. “It is my honor.”
“Let’s get you inside,”
Thankfully, everyone was in when we got home. I threw her over my shoulder and managed to get her into the room without drawing attention.
“I’ll get you a hangover drink in the ---” I paused, she was taking off her clothes. “Sloane, what are you doing?”
“Stripping. It’s so hot in here…I need a shower.”
“Then let me leave the room first.” I muffled.
“No, stay….I want you to see me…I want you to see what you are missing.” She took off everything she had on and I stood watching her naked. “Am I not pretty, Xaden? Don’t you feel like taking me into your arms?”
“You have no idea, Sloane….I want to do more than take you into my arms.” I grunted, my hard dick doing the talking.
She stepped forward, her eyes burning with desire, “Then take me.”
“I would..If you were not drunk.” I sighed,
She looked so disappointed then she ran to me and kissed me, “I missed your lips, Xaden… Do you not miss me?” her low voice, desperate, demanding, breaking. 
My eyes slammed shut, my mind playing back to that night. Fuck! It feels the same. Soft, sweet, tempting. She tastes the same. The same lips I wanted. The kiss I had fantasized about almost every single night. 

I want to deepen the kiss. I want to grab her waist and bury my face into hers. I want to kiss her till she is breathless but I can’t… not when she is this drunk. 

I pulled away, “Sloane, come at me when you’re not drunk and I'd kiss you… I'd kiss you till you beg me to let you go but for tonight… please go to bed… this is not fair on me… please, Baby.” 

“Okay… good night, Muffin.” 

“Good night, Peach.”