I slowly leaned back into Riley's soft pink lips to kiss her again.

I was embarrassed about what I just said to her and hoped she didn't hear it or chose to ignore it. The words were the absolute truth, but it didn't make my confused feelings about her any clearer. I felt deficient and helpless every time I was anywhere near her.

Even now, after what we did tonight, I was still a clouded disaster.

Riley started moving her hand over me again. It felt so fucking good having her skin on mine, stroking me slowly. I was in an odd headspace right now and her touch was the comfort that was keeping me from spinning out.

She smiled as she fumbled around and struggled to free my dick from my shorts. It was giving her a bit more of a challenge than she expected. She regripped me a few times, trying to be gentle with my ring. It was like she was afraid to pull on it at all.

Even with her being overly cautious and moving slower than I wanted, saying I was excited was an understatement. I had been dreaming about what she could do since the first night I first laid my eyes on her. There was no way the real thing could even be close to what I had been imagining.

But I wanted to find out.

She pulled the elastic waistband out a little further and was seconds from having me completely free when there was a loud noise in the kitchen above us. It sounded like there was a herd of elephants bashing into the kitchen table.

"Fuck." I swore as I jumped back from her.

I was never going to get the chance to be with this girl.

I had no idea who was upstairs, but it meant this was probably the last night I would have a job and a roof over my head. I wasn't even halfway prepared for a confrontation with anyone tonight.

I attempted to tuck my dick back down and it sprang back up defiantly to search for her again. I pulled at my hair in frustration. The whole universe was against me, including the asshat between my legs trying to run the show.

I started freaking out and dashing around the room, trying to think of things to kill my overly swollen boner.

Moldy cheese.

Mothballs.

Underground sewer systems.

Mark's bedroom.

Literally, anything that would make an ordinary person gag.

Riley would look so good gagging on my cock.

This wasn't going to work. I had a one-track mind and the train was already headed in her direction with no brakes.

Riley appeared to be much more level-headed than I was right now. She grabbed the stool to put it back behind the drums where it belonged. I didn't know why I didn't think about doing that.

It probably had something to do with the lack of blood flow to my brain.

She stopped in the middle of the room and looked at me with her eyes bugging out of her head. They were glued to my shorts where my cock was standing fully erect, pointing at her.

"Ezra, Riley? You two down there?" Aiden yelled.

Of course, it was Aiden. He was like a bloodhound who caught her scent whenever she was around. He would stick his little nose to the ground and sniff out any trail she left behind.

"Grab your guitar." Riley whisper-yelled at me. I looked down at the guitar, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with it. I wasn't a fucking mind reader; I had no clue what she was thinking.

"Now!" Riley began pointing like she was scolding me.

Grabbing the guitar off the stand, I placed it over my head. I let the weight of it dangle across my shoulders. The guitar didn't move much and I wasn't even holding it in my hands. My tented dick was poking out comically under the bottom of the guitar, acting like a support. I loosened the strap to lower the body of the guitar to cover it. The guitar was sitting somewhat sideways over top of it, pushing against the ring in my head.

It was ridiculous. Anyone who saw it would know what I was trying to hide.

"Play something." Riley pleaded as she looked around the room for a place to hide. There were no closets or hidden corners down here and I didn't have time to roll her into a ball to shove her in the bass drum. She wasn't going to be able to escape unseen.

The door opened and Aiden's footsteps were on the stairs. My hands started playing the first song that popped into my head as soon as I heard the first thud from his clunky ass feet.

"You guys down here?" Aiden asked impatiently.

"We're here." Riley choked out.

She ran over and grabbed one of the random guitar magazines that JD liked to steal from work right before they were about to be thrown out.

"Shit." She cursed after she sunk down on the couch. She started fiddling with her ripped fishnets. She crossed her legs and tucked the torn part between her thighs. She opened the magazine to a random page in the center of the book like she had been reading it.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" Aiden asked as he entered the basement. He was looking back and forth between Riley and me. He gave me the strangest look and turned his head as I continued playing. His face contorted like he had smelled something funny.

Shit. He knew. The basement smelled like sex. We were never going to get away with this.

"Dude, are you playing an ABBA song?" Aiden had a concerned look on his face like I was sick or something.

Riley started cackling like a banshee. It wasn't that funny. It was the only song I could think of under pressure.

Her laughter was over the top and absolutely contagious. I found myself grinning right along with her. I had a whole catalog of immensely complicated songs I could play. Why I chose "Dancing Queen" was a complete mystery.

Aiden was looking between us suspiciously. The mice operating the wheel in his head were running faster and faster. There was not much of a reason for us to be downstairs in the basement together alone.

"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." Riley blurted out.

I had to give it to her,  Riley thought pretty quickly on her feet.

I started playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to see if I could throw her off a bit for the fun of it.

"I guess this means you lost?" Aiden frowned when he realized we were having a good time together before he rudely interrupted. He should take it as a hint to turn around and go back upstairs so we could finish what we started before he came down.

"I know, right? Did you know he can also play MMMbop?" Riley covered her mouth and almost fell off the couch. She clearly thought she was a comedian.

I wasn't as amused as she was.

Aiden dislodged the stick in his ass and yelled out a few song titles at me. I smiled when the first ones he spouted out were songs that I knew. It gave me a chance to show off for Riley a little. I smiled, knowing that it was going to be hard for him to stump me.

I could play almost anything as long as I had heard the melody before.

Aiden walked over and sat down on the couch next to Riley. He placed his hand on her boots and began rubbing them. He kept staring over at her wanting her undivided attention.

After a few songs, I was ready to take my guitar off and throw it at him. Maybe he would get the message if he had a few broken bones to remind him to stop touching her.

She wasn't doing anything to help the situation. She always just let him touch her whenever he wanted to. I didn't understand why she never stopped him. It was like she secretly got off on the attention he gave her.

After a few rounds with Aiden yelling out obscure songs to try to make me look like an idiot in front of her, Riley began yawning. Her green eyes were reduced to small slits and she was trying everything she could to hold on to consciousness. She kept letting out these little noises that started stealing my focus from playing.

"Let's go get you something to sleep in." I stopped mid-song and pushed my hair back of my face.

I took off the guitar and spun around to place it back on the stand.

"Up we go," Aiden said excitedly. He was standing over her and pulling at her arms by the time I turned back around.

She was giving me huge eyes like she was begging me for help. Aiden really couldn't leave her alone for ten seconds.

"Uh, Aiden. Do you know what time it is?" I asked to get his attention away from her.

"I think it's like four something in the morning." Aiden turned around and shrugged at me.

Riley jumped to her feet behind him. She tucked the torn edge of her fishnets between her legs and squeezed her thighs like it would glue them back together.

"Uh, thanks," I mumbled as I watched her.

Riley was staring at the stairs with an open mouth. Her eyes darted around the room as Aiden walked towards them. Something was going on in the strange head of hers.

Riley tiptoed past the stage where a silver-plated piece of Aiden's mic stand was sticking off.

Where the hell was she going? The stairs were in the opposite direction.

Riley threw herself down to the ground and grabbed the stand. I turned my head to the side as I watched her spaz out. She hooked a part of her ripped fishnets through it. She looked adorably ridiculous as she dramatically sprawled out across the floor.

I raised my eyebrow as I stared down at her. I still didn't understand exactly what she was doing.

"Shit," She performed a little finger snap. She wasn't very good at whatever it was that she had decided to do. It was amazing she hadn't given our secret up yet.

"Geez. Are you ok? What happened?" Aiden sprinted over to her.

"I tripped and fell into the mic stand. I think I'll be fine. I killed my fishnets." Riley rambled.

I chuckled over her paranoia about the ripped fishnets. She could have just told him she caught them on something. He would have had no proof otherwise. It wasn't like I had written my name anywhere on them.

"That sucks. They were pretty cool." Aiden reached out his hand to help her up.

She followed him over to the stairs and I snuck up behind her. I slid my hand up under her skirt and she stopped long enough to let me run my fingers over her center again.

"You're wicked," I whispered in her ear to get her going again.

"One of my many talents." She whispered and gave me a quick peck on the check.

I was ready to put that statement to the test.

She slid my hand back out and started walking up the stairs. I leaned back to watch her ass sway back and forth for me.

Fuck, she was such a little tease.

"Follow me, I can grab you some clothes and you can take my bed again tonight." Aiden told her when we got back upstairs to the kitchen.

"Yeah, thanks," Riley accepted his offer while staring over at me.

I crossed my arms over my chest and ground my teeth together in anger. She was supposed to be in my bed tonight, not Aiden's. If she wanted to borrow someone's clothes, they should be mine.

Riley exited the kitchen and Aiden followed close behind her. He placed his hand on her the small of her back and guided her to his room. She batted her eyelashes at him and thanked him repeatedly.

The whole thing made me violently ill. I was standing there watching the girl I was desperate to be with tonight head to some other guy's bed.

She gave me a little smile and didn't say anything. She could have spoken up and told him she didn't want to sleep in his room. She could have found a way to be with me instead, but she didn't even try.

Riley didn't say one fucking word.

I crossed the hallway to my room without even saying good night to either one of them. I slammed the door behind me as hard as I could. The wood sounded like it was about to crack in half.

Their voices were still echoing through the hallway to torment me. I clawed at my face and wanted to tear the whole house down with both of them in it.

She didn't say anything. She didn't stop me. She stayed with him and looked happy about it.

That could only mean one thing. One thing I wasn't ready to accept.

Riley didn't want to be with me.