Both our heads snapped up and he jumped back quickly from me.
"Fuck." He whispered, pulling at his hair.
His eyes went wide and he started to pace around the room. I removed my boot off the stool and raced it over to place it back behind the drum set. We stopped for a second and looked at each other with panic in our eyes.
"Ezra, Riley? You two down there?" I heard Aiden's voice call from the kitchen.
"Grab your guitar." I whispered hastily. He paused, looking at the acoustic guitar resting on the stand. Ezra was frozen in place. "Now!" I pointed forcefully.
He ran over and picked up the guitar and placed it over his shoulders. He readjusted the strap so the guitar rested lower on his hips to cover the bulge in his shorts.
"Play something." I begged. We were so close to getting caught. I needed him to act like nothing was going on. He looked down, willing his hands to move. I turned around to look for anything for me to do to throw off suspicion.
I heard the door creak open at the top of the stairs. Ezra began playing something, it sounded slightly familiar, but I couldn't remember the name of the song. My eyes scanned the room until I saw some old guitar magazines sitting in a pile on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"You guys down here." Aiden called again.
"We're here." I yelled back up to him.
I ran over and dove on the couch and put both legs straight, laying them across it. Leaning back, I pretended I was relaxing and quickly grabbed a magazine from the pile. I looked down and saw my ripped fishnets.
"Shit." I whispered and Ezra looked up at me and down at my tights. I crossed my legs, trying to cover the tear and opened the magazine to a random page.
Aiden appeared around the corner. "Hey, guys, what's up?" He said surveying the scene before him. He looked over at me sitting on the couch with the magazine and then over to Ezra, who was playing shirtless. A strange look crossed his face. My mind was screaming that we had been caught.
He turned his head to the side while looking at Ezra. We were in so much trouble. I braced myself for the confrontation.
This was going to be bad.
"Dude, are you playing an ABBA song?" Aiden questioned him.
I busted out in laughter. That's why I didn't recognize the song immediately. Hard, tense Ezra was playing ABBA of all things.
Ezra was glaring at me but then broke out into a smile.
I caught my breath and looked over at Aiden, who was completely confused. I jumped in with the first thing that popped into my head. "I bet Ezra $20.00 bucks that I could find a song he couldn't play. I thought there was no way he would win."
Ezra switched over to playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and I died laughing again.
Aiden looked between us, still trying to figure out what was going on. "I guess this means you lost?"
"I know, right? Did you know he can also play MMMbop?"
Aiden broke out into laughter and Ezra furrowed his brow.
We spent the next hour or so playing the game I invented. It wasn't in my plan, but it ended up being pretty entertaining. Aiden suggested some ridiculous and obscure songs. My sides hurt from all the laughter. Ezra covered everything from death metal to product jingles. The amount of music knowledge he had was immense. Ezra was smiling as he was playing, music was his passion and it was the only time I had ever seen him really let his guard down.
Ezra was breathtaking and I couldn't stop staring.
The dark-haired boy had to spend hours crafting his skill. His ability to pick out a melody was effortless. It's amazing someone as talented as he was ended up with my brother's ragtag band. They weren't bad, but they weren't going to sell out any arenas.
I was careful not to uncross my legs to expose my torn stockings anytime I repositioned myself on the couch. I didn't want to try to come up with an explanation for what happened to them. I could call Aiden a perv for staring, but I knew him well enough to know he would want an answer.
Aiden had plopped down on the couch next to me and placed his arm over my crossed knee-high boots when we first started the game. Ezra's teeth clenched as he watched Aiden touch me. Something about Aiden's friendship with me seemed to bring that out of him.
I yawned and covered my mouth. An involuntary noise escaped me sounding more like a whine than a yawn. Ezra stopped playing and looked over at me. He pushed his hair up off his eyes and said, "Let's go get you something to sleep in."
He removed his guitar and placed it back on the stand. His shirtless body was flawless. I started remembering running my hands down it and how it felt when I dipped my hands into his pants. I felt a twinge at the base of my stomach and tried to shake it off. It was strange thinking these thoughts with Aiden in the room with us.
Aiden looked at me like he knew I was just mentioning his name in my head. His timing was impeccable. He patted my crossed legs and said, "Up we go." He stood and reached out a hand to help me up. I didn't think this part through. How was I going to stand up and not draw attention to my torn fishnets?
I looked over at Ezra with wide eyes and a silent plea for help. His eyes met mine and then darted over to Aiden's. "Uh, Aiden," Ezra started to ask. Aiden turned around long enough for me to stand up on my own behind him. "Do you know what time it is?"
"I think it's like 4 something in the morning." Aiden guessed.
"Uh, thanks." Ezra said in an unsure voice.
Aiden looked back at me and smiled. He seemed a little surprised I was already up. Now the next challenge, walking up the stairs without being seen. There was no way this was going to work. I began to panic when I saw my way out of this.
Aiden began to walk to the staircase and I walked by a piece of a mic stand sticking out.
I pretended to trip over it and made sure the fishnets were caught and tore even further. I was pretty clumsy; naturally, this wouldn't be a stretch for Aiden to believe. Ezra looked at me with one eyebrow raised, trying to hide his smile.
"Shit," I cursed. Aiden turned back around and started walking back over to help me up.
"Geez. Are you ok? What happened?" He asked.
"I tripped and fell into the mic stand. I think I'll be fine. I killed my fishnets." Aiden looked down, noticing the large tear.
"That sucks. They were pretty cool." He offered me his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. The three of us made our way to the stairs. Aiden was in the front and Ezra lingered to walk behind me. Aiden started up the stairs and as I was about to follow behind him, Ezra's hand slid under my skirt.
I hesitated long enough for him to stick his mouth close to my ear. "You're wicked." His warm breath tickled my ear.
"One of my many talents." I said and then kissed him on the cheek.
I removed his hand from under my skirt and walked up the stairs. He walked slowly behind me at a distance taking in the view.
The clothes and sleeping arrangements were more of a hassle than I was hoping for. Aiden offered to lend me some of his clothes to wear and said I could sleep in his bed. Ezra stood there in the kitchen with his arms crossed. He was pouting like a small child when I thanked Aiden and took him up on the offer.
We all walked up to the top floor and Ezra stormed off to his room without another word. He slammed the door. If he wanted to wake everyone in the house up, he was doing a really good job at it.
Ezra was angry and I was not even sure exactly why.
We had made a pact downstairs that this was a one-time thing. He agreed this wasn't a good idea. Would I have been happier in Ezra's clothes and sleeping in his bed with him? Of course, but sleeping with him was too intimate if this was just a casual hookup. Besides, Aiden would have known something was going on if I followed Ezra to his room. If Ezra and I were going to be distancing ourselves from each other after tonight, we would have to draw the line at some point. Now was the perfect time to do it.
"What's his problem?" Aiden asked me.
"I have no idea," It was the first time I had been honest all night. The lies weren't sitting with me very well, but it was like I couldn't stop them. It felt like I didn't know how to tell the truth anymore.
Aiden handed me some clothes to change into and hugged me before going back downstairs to sleep on the couch. I felt bad since it seemed like Aiden always had to sleep on the couch because he was helping someone out. I would recommend he get bunk beds so he at least had a place to sleep, but I was grateful to have the big empty room to myself, just me and my thoughts.
I unzipped my boots and removed them. My feet were aching from the weight. I didn't even notice until I took them off. I pulled my skirt down, wiggling it off my hips. The corset was more of a challenge. It took me forever to unclasp it in the front. I peeled it off with relief.
I didn't realize how restrictive it felt until I could breathe again.
Aiden's soft white tank top felt cool on my skin as I slipped it on over my head. The tank was meant to be tight, so it clung to me. I didn't have a bra to wear under it, so my nipples were poking out of the tank top. I cursed at Aiden for not giving me a dark, loose band shirt to wear. I had to be getting punished for all the lying.
I sighed as I looked down at my fishnets and panties. I didn't care about the fishnets. I would toss them in the garbage in the morning. The panties felt uncomfortable due to my encounters with Ezra tonight. It didn't feel very hygienic to keep them on after all that happened.
Going commando.
I pulled the fishnets off and balled them up. Next, I slid my panties off. I could smell the sex on them. Aiden gave me a pair of sweatpants with a drawstring to wear. I pulled them easily up over my legs and then over my hips. The sweatpants were a little too big. I tied the drawstring as tight as I could make it, but the pants still sagged low on my hips. I was lucky I was curvy enough that my butt was able to keep them in place.
I pulled the blankets on Aiden's bed back and climbed in. My body was exhausted, but my mind would not cooperate. My thoughts were racing back to Ezra. I didn't know anything about him at all. I had the urge to get to know him better. I should have probably done that before doing what we did. I was usually more levelheaded when it came to guys, but it seemed like every time I saw Ezra, my brain stopped thinking and went straight into reaction mode.
Aiden's pillow smelled like him and I snuggled deeper into the familiarity of his scent. It felt warm and comforting to me while I struggled to stop thinking about the dark-haired boy down the hall. I had to sleep my feelings about Ezra away. The image of his head between my thighs flashed through my thoughts and I quivered. I wanted him more now than I did before. I scolded myself for thinking about him, obsessing over his rings and little black music notes that danced over his hips. He was mouthwatering and I wanted to take another bite.
Damnit, Ezra was going to drive me insane.
I tried to close my eyes and think of anything else. Work, my parents, JD, Brynn. Ezra. Ezra. Ezra. Ezra. Ezra's skillful hands moving over the neck of his guitar. Ezra pushing his hair off his forehead. Ezra's strong hands pulling me close. Ezra's fingers inside me and his tongue tasting me. I could scream.
I finally fell asleep thinking about the ring I couldn't see and wondered what it felt like. I would never get to feel it inside me, but I was still curious if it felt any different. My restless dreams were filled with memories of how hard he was against me. In my dreams, we weren't interrupted by Aiden. Ezra was able to do all the dirty things I wanted him to do to me and I still wanted more.