Love Rivals by Shayla Mist - Romance>ContemporaryAiden has a crush on Shawn, but there are two problems in the way of the happily ever after he knows they're meant to have. The first is Shawn's new boyfriend, Noah. The second is Jordan, Shawn's best friend and Aiden's long-standing rival for his affections. So how's a man to overcome such obstacles?
Not by accidentally sleeping with his rival. And not by going on the camping trip from hell, where Aiden swiftly loses track of what it is he really wants.
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Excerpt:It was supposed to have been the coolest birthday party ever and my perfect chance to get in Shawn's pants. Loud music, half naked bodies, and an endless supply of booze—I had wasted a whole week preparing for it. After all, I only turned twenty-three once.
It should have been perfect. It would have been perfect if not for him: Jordan Jackson, my archenemy, who hadn't been invited. But he was Shawn's best friend, so when Shawn showed up with J-bitch all but wrapped around him like a freaking boa constrictor, saying in his luscious voice, "Happy birthday, Aiden! Hope you don't mind I brought Jordie along. He was really bored alone," all I could say was, "'Course I don't mind! I thought it would be obvious he's invited as well." Yeah right.
J-bitch gave me a triumphant smile, and I barely resisted the urge to strangle him right there on my doorstep. The only thing that stopped me was Shawn's presence. Shawn thought I was really kind and sweet, and I had to live up to that image if I wanted to earn points over Jordan.
So, there I was, stuck on a couch with Shawn, eating chips and drinking a couple of cold beers. Like I said, it would all have been perfect, except that Jordie was seated right between us with my bag of chips in his lap, and my Shawn was so wrapped up in a conversation with him, he didn't even notice I existed.
It wasn't a secret to anyone that Jordan was head over heels for Shawn. In fact, according to my 'informant' Sammy, they'd been best friends for over ten years, and Jordan seemingly had had a crush on Shawn the whole fucking time. I didn't know what Shawn thought of it, but to me Jordan was so obvious it was almost painful. Every time someone tried to flirt with Shawn, Jordan turned into a little tiger defending his prey. Most of the time, his tactic worked. In my case it didn't. I was the type of guy who always got what he wanted. A cat fight with Jordie was something I was more than ready to take on for the man of my dreams.
From the moment I'd seen Shawn, I'd known he was the perfect man for me. He was tall, built, with a perfect smile, awesome blond hair, and All-American boy looks. I just had to have him. It was at a house party like mine–of course, way less amazing–and I had happened to trip at just the right time. With a little flirting and a little alcohol, he would have been mine in no time. But then Jordie had had to appear and ruin my perfect moment. Like an annoying fly.
He always did that, he always stood in my way. I had no choice. No matter what, I had to take Jordan out of the picture. After brainstorming for a while, I had come up with a simple plan. Since Shawn was basically oblivious to my flirting, I'd decided to use a more aggressive tactic. Namely, I'd get Shawn alone and seduce him, and maybe he'd finally see that I had a major crush on him. Then, being the nice guy he always was, he'd offer to be my boyfriend. I'd worry about making him fall in love with me later.
The plan wasn't perfect, so I was quite unsure of its effectiveness, but I had to settle for it. All I had to do was ask Sammy to flirt with Jordan to keep that jerk Jordan busy so I could take Shawn away from him. Thank God I'd anticipated Jordan tagging along like the unwanted third wheel he was. It was no surprise that Sammy immediately said 'yes,' not because we were friends or anything like that, but because Sammy, aside from being gossip central, was also the biggest slut I'd ever known. No exaggeration! Sammy would bend over for anything that had a dick. By the way, I had my standards and someone like Sammy didn't come close to meeting them.
So, yeah, Sammy was more than happy to join in the plan. I'd had to figure out how to keep his mouth shut, too–I almost can't believe I pulled that off. Let's just say it involved a camera and a dozen or so sex toys … The rest should be left to the imagination. The point being, it was supposed to be a perfect night. Had I mentioned that before?
Well, it didn't turn out like that. Sammy, precious Sammy, whose murder I would need to plan, suddenly had to leave town earlier that day. That stuck me with Jordie, who was basically attached at Shawn's hip, and who was in the way of my perfect night.
So I could only do what I knew best: act.
I abruptly lurched to my feet and clutched my stomach. As expected, Shawn reached out over Jordan and grabbed my elbow.
"You all right, Aiden?"
I let out a pitiful whine. "I don't know. My stomach hurts all of a sudden. I think I need to lie down."
I made a move towards my bedroom, but made sure to walk on very shaky legs, very slowly.
As expected, Shawn quickly caught up with me and put a strong arm around my waist. "Here, let me help you. Where's your bedroom?"
"Do you need anything? Water? Tea?"
Shawn's concerned voice almost made me feel guilty. Almost. I was on a mission, after all.
I put my hand over his and smiled sweetly up at him. "It's all right, Shawny. If you stay with me for a while, I'll feel better."
I tugged him towards my bed and we lay down after I'd made sure to lock the door behind us. Wouldn't want someone to disturb us.
Shawn was nervous. I could tell by the exasperating way he kept rubbing his leg. "So, it's your birthday, huh?" he said in an awkward tone, looking anywhere but at me. Hmm … I might have overestimated his intelligence quotient. It wasn't that he was stupid, but at times he could be pretty dense. Maybe being alone with me in an enclosed space triggered some sort of auto-defense. Whatever the cause, he looked as nervous as a suspect brought in for investigation.
Caught between laughing and feeling irritated by his complete change of attitude, I rolled my eyes and nodded.
He chuckled nervously. "Sorry, it's just that the last time I was with a guy behind locked doors at a house party …"
I let out a forced laugh. "Chill, man. I just needed a break from all that crowd. I'm not much of a party boy, you know." That was partly true. I mean, I liked parties for the socializing bit. But the noise? The drugs? The mountains of trash you had to walk through to find a decent place to sip on your beer? Nuh-huh. Plus, who wanted to see total strangers exchanging bodily fluids in the middle of their own living room?
“I know what you mean," Shawn replied with a long sigh, seeming to relax. "These things can get pretty tiring."
"Yeah, all I wanna do right now is have a long-awaited nap." While saying that I draped my arm on his chest, massaging in slow circles. Shawn's breathing quickened and his body tensed. He grabbed my hand, and I raised my eyes to meet his.
That was my chance. I had waited for that moment for what seemed like an eternity. I slowly moved closer to him, our lips mere inches apart. Shawn regarded me with a panicked gaze. Could he not see that we'd be perfect for each other? That I wanted him, and always sought his attention? I was certain that just a touch of our lips would be enough. Like Sleeping Beauty, he would awaken and realize I was the guy for him.
"Aiden, how much did you drink?"
God, his voice was so high it was almost girly. Did a kiss from me sound so unappealing? I opened eyes that I'd instinctively closed and looked at him again.
"Calm down, Shawn," I said, forcing myself to sound friendly, although a hint of my growing exasperation showed.
Tired of waiting for his approval, I forcefully grabbed his head and pressed my lips to his. He tasted of beer and a hint of mint that almost drove me crazy. I moaned in his mouth, unable to control myself. Shawn let out a surprised cry, muffled by my lips. He pushed at my shoulders and bit my lower lip, though it did nothing but entice me further. I could feel he wasn't as adamant as he wanted to seem, because his hands were hesitating between pushing me away and holding me tight to him. I allowed my hands to wander over his gorgeous body, even though I was shaking with nervousness. My left hand went underneath his t-shirt and caressed the hot skin beneath. Shawn groaned, making one last half-hearted attempt to push me off. But I didn't budge. I found his nipple and pinched it softly, while my right hand was busy teasing the portion of naked skin right above the hem of his boxers. I couldn't wait to see those undergarments up close and personal.
Eventually, Shawn moaned, then relaxed beneath me with a slow sigh. I had him. He was under my spell. I felt almost dizzy with happiness. Man, I hadn't felt so good in a long time. With a grin, I moved my hand from Shawn's back to the front of his jeans and started undoing his belt. Shawn groaned, struggling out of my hold, and pushed me away with a confused expression on his blushing face.
"Did I do something wrong?" I let him get up from underneath me, extremely frustrated by his puzzling reaction. It felt like someone had put the most delicious chocolate ganache cake in front of me, gave me the tiniest slice out of it, and took the rest away.
"Look, Aiden. I'm sorry, but I don't think you really wanna do this. And neither do I," Shawn said, rubbing the nape of his neck and avoiding my gaze. His face was still red and his breathing labored. I would have taken that as a good sign, but the look on his face said he was anything but pleased by what we'd done. It hurt, but I let it slide.
I nodded and smiled weakly.
"We're okay, right?" Shawn asked, his gaze darting between me and the door.
I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes until I heard the sound of him unlocking the door and closing it softly behind him. Once he was gone, I let out a frustrated moan. Why didn't Shawn want me? What had I done wrong?
I woke up later with a weird sensation at the nape of my neck; I belatedly realized it was a hot tongue, followed by teeth nipping expertly at my skin. I moaned, delighted. Now that's what I'm talking about, boy! Shawn must have changed his mind and come back for the real action. I was stunned considering the reaction he'd had earlier, but I couldn't care less as long as he kept doing that amazing thing with his tongue. I was so excited that I groaned and pushed my ass out. I didn't care that I looked like a whore so long as he got my message. I wanted him, and he'd better not change his mind again. Shawn's whimper let me know he understood. His fingers wandered beneath my tank top, caressing my hot skin. God, his touch felt so good it gave me goosebumps. And he smelled so damn delicious, like cinnamon or something else distinctly spicy. I hadn't noticed before how good he smelled, but just then I was reveling in it.
He took his time to explore every inch of my body until I was writhing against him. Slowly, he took all my clothes off and moved me until I was face-down in a doggy style position. He kissed my ass cheeks and blew hot air over my skin. I heard the click of the lube bottle being opened and waited impatiently for him to position himself at my opening. But Shawn didn't do that yet. He put a cold, wet finger at my entrance and fingered me slowly for what seemed like forever, hitting that sweet spot inside me that made me squirm and moan continuously. He really knew what he was doing. It drove me insane with wanting.
"Please," I begged him, my voice muffled by the pillow. I wanted him so badly that I almost came just at the thought of him inside of me. It was the best fuck I'd ever had and he hadn't even entered me yet.
I heard the rustle of the plastic foil, then him fiddling with the lube again, and my anticipation grew stronger. I barely stopped myself from screaming when I felt the head of his dick tease my hole. His breathing was shaky, but his hands were suddenly gentle when he grabbed my hips. He hesitated until I let out a long pitiful whine, and finally, slowly, he entered me. Inch by sweet tortuous inch, he slid inside until I could feel his pubic hair against my skin. He was all the way in.
We started a slow, steady rhythm. Oh, I loved it like that. It felt like our bodies were made for each other, like he knew exactly how I liked to be fucked: deep and slow, until neither of us could take it any longer. Then his rhythm faltered and he started pounding me faster. His grunts of pleasure were filling my ears, taking me to the verge of no return. When he let out a louder moan, I just couldn't hold back any longer. I came after only stroking myself a couple of times, just from the feel of him inside of me and from hearing his amazingly sensual moans. I was in heaven.
My eyes opened wide in alarm. I hadn't been the one screaming.
I hurriedly scrambled away from the man above me. His thick cock slipped out from my ass with a pop, and I barely resisted the urge to move back and put it inside me again. Concentrate, Aiden! I told myself, just as the sex expert stranger mumbled a question, as confused as I was. Damn, I should have known. Shawn wouldn't have played me like that. I turned on my bedside lamp and closed my eyes, willing myself to face the inevitable.
"Oh my God!" I heard the stranger shriek, and I opened my eyes on instinct.
"Oh my God!" I yelled.
It was terrible. Beyond terrible. I'd just been fucked by Jordan Jackson.