by Kasey Krane
In those moments of darkness, I wished the Barons just finished me off already. I wished I wasn’t alive.
Eleven
Aidan
I couldn’t stay away.
Every time I spoke to Leah, every time I saw her—it made me want her even more.
While I worked, talking to people on the phone and going over details of our next shipment of weapons—I found myself trying to come up with excuses to go see her again.
I didn’t actually give a shit about how her mother was doing. As far as I was concerned, that woman had it coming for what she forced Leah to do. For forcing her to leave me.
But I did give a shit about Leah.
And no matter how hard I tried to break her down, she still hadn’t confessed about what she was doing talking to the Barons.
While my brothers tried to figure out where Aldo Baron was hiding and what he planned to do against our family—I knew that Leah potentially knew everything. She was the key to solving our family’s problem, and I needed to get her to talk.
She held her ground and I had to get her on my side.
All this talking wasn’t getting us anywhere. I had to do something more. Get close to her and remind her that she could trust me. Remind her how good it used to be between us.
But I was in danger of falling even deeper for her if I got any closer to her. If I fucked her, there’d be no way out. I still remembered what it felt like to fuck her the first time. Nothing ever came close to that feeling. No other woman made me feel that wild. All those feelings.
Maybe it was just an excuse—maybe I just couldn’t control myself around her and wanted to fuck her and get it out of my system. Whatever the motivation, it was overtaking my life. I couldn’t eat, sleep or drink without fantasizing about banging her again.
So the next time I showed up at her apartment, I already knew how the night was going to end. I always got what I wanted, and tonight, I wanted her.
She wore a short blue dress with thin straps that barely held up her big juicy tits. I couldn’t stop staring. It made me wonder if she was dressed like that on purpose. For me or someone else?
“I was hoping you’d show up tonight,” she said in a husky voice.
“Wanna invite me in?” I asked.
She looked over her shoulder at her apartment and then tilted her head to one side.
“Why don’t you show me your apartment instead? I want to know how much has changed. I’m curious.” She bit her bottom lip and I couldn’t resist giving her exactly what she wanted.
I knew I was fucked, because she made me weak, but I had no other choice.
“Okay, let’s go,” I said and she followed me out to my bike.
I made us drinks while Leah looked around the living room.
Five years ago, this apartment had been recently purchased by me and barely had any furniture or anything else.
We would come back here from the bar and have sex on the couch or in the kitchen. Then I would drive her back to her parents home where she’d sneak back in through the window to her bedroom.
“Wow. This place doesn’t look anything like it did back then,” she commented. I brought over two glasses of whiskey on rocks. Back when I first knew her, she didn’t drink anything but ciders and even those made her very drunk very quickly.
I could see a lot had changed with her too since then.
She took the glass from me and knocked back the whiskey in one shot. Her eyes became glazed when she looked at me again.
“It’s been five years,” I replied.
She nodded to that. “And you have moved on with your life.”
“I needed to furnish the place, so I did.”
“So you have a bed now?” she asked with a smile.
“I couldn’t sleep on the floor forever.”
Leah walked over to the bar in the corner of the living room. I watched her pour another whiskey in the glass.
“Sorry, these days I need something stiff to keep me going,” she said.
She cradled the drink and didn’t knock it back immediately.
“You make a lot of new friends in this new town?” I asked.
Leah shrugged.
“Not really. I keep to myself. I have a few people I talk to at the nursing home, but that’s about it. You were the only person I really partied with anyway.”
She came towards me and I couldn’t take my eyes off her, or the way she moved. I kept picturing her naked. How had her body changed in those five years? She was more woman now than a girl, and I needed to touch the softness of her skin.
“What about you, Aidan? Have you made new friends?”
“I don’t need them.”
“You have your brothers.”
I didn’t reply.
She circled around me slowly, her eyes flitting from one corner of the room to the other. She took it all in—all the changes.
“Have there been others?” she finally asked.
I stared into her eyes, forcing her to say the actual words. I wanted to hear it.
“Other serious relationships,” she added.
“You’re saying what we had was a serious relationship?”
Leah arched her eyebrows up.
“By definition, you don’t break off a serious relationship by casually leaving town,” I continued.
She took in a deep breath, shook her head and looked away.
“I really thought we were past that, Aidan. When are you going to stop vilifying me for what happened five years ago?”
“Probably never,” I replied.
Leah drank the rest of the whiskey, then set the glass down on the table beside her.
“Then it’s probably time for me to leave. We’re just going around in circles. I’m tired of having the same conversation over and over again.”
I waited until she’d walked to the living room door before I stopped her.
“Then why don’t we just stop talking.”
I met her halfway. I grabbed Leah as she came rushing back towards me.
We both wanted the same thing.
I pulled her into my arms and she sank into me. My mouth met hers. I thrust my tongue in to taste her. She tasted of whiskey and sweetness. I loved that about her. I always did—how she always reminded me how good she was. Even when I fucked her.
I pulled down the straps of her dress, taking possession of her mouth. She thrust her hips into me. My hands were on her ass, squeezing and caressing them. She had more curves now than she did when she was eighteen.
Her body had filled out just the way I liked it. Even her tits looked bigger.
I unhooked her bra, and her tits came swinging out of them like a flag. I grabbed one with one hand, pulling it up to my mouth so I could suck on her pink squishy nipple.
She tasted delicious, just like she had before. I squeezed her other tit, pinching and tugging at the nipple until she moaned and sighed with pleasure.
Her hands were all over me too, working on my belt, then my zipper. She pushed down my pants, then grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her.
My cock—thick and hard—dug into her soft belly. She knew how hard I was. I needed to be inside her. I needed to explode inside her.
But not so quick.
I wanted to give her a taste of exactly what she missed for the past five years.
I pulled away from the kiss with a smack. She gasped for air, following me hungrily with her eyes.
I took off her dress and commanded her to take off her panties too.
Leah stared at me with her mouth hanging open as she stepped out of her panties.
She was naked now. Every inch of her milky smooth skin was on display. Her bright red hair lay on her shoulders. Her freckles looked even more prominent in the yellow light of my living room.
“Aidan, I’m very sorry for disappearing on you,” she murmured.
I wished she hadn’t said that, because all of a sudden, I was reminded of how mad I was at her.
I didn�
��t want to be gentle with her anymore.
I grabbed her by her hips and shoved her down to the floor. She cried out when she fell, but then she bit down on her lip and opened up her legs.
I saw her juicy pussy, dripping with her cream as she started touching herself.
Good.
She didn’t want me to be gentle either.
Twelve
Leah
Aidan went down on me while I was on the floor with my legs open, inviting him to do whatever he wanted to me.
I wasn’t thinking anymore. I wasn’t thinking about what I would do next. If I would get any information for Aldo or not. If Aidan would eventually hurt me or not either.
I just wanted to feel good for a change.
I just wanted to forget about every crap thing that had happened to me.
Aidan was the only one who could make me forget and I gave myself completely to him.
He held my legs apart with both his hands as he brought his mouth closer and closer to my swollen wet pussy.
He had seen me like this so many times before, but somehow, this felt like the first time again.
When his mouth pressed on my throbbing clit and I could feel his rough beard stroking my skin—it felt like I had never experienced this before.
I grabbed my own breasts and squeezed my nipples to heighten the sensation. Every part of my body I touched seemed to explode with joy.
His tongue slipped into my pussy. He stroked and stroked, gently at first. Then he moved one hand to my clit, rubbing it intensely while he sucked on my folds.
I arched my back, thrusting my hips upwards in an attempt to reach the sky. That was how I felt—like I was floating.
His tongue thrusts became quicker and stronger, and he rubbed my clit harder. Over and over again, pushing me to the edge. I was going to jump. I couldn’t hold back anymore. This wasn’t even a trick. I wasn’t trying to deceive him. I couldn’t pretend how much I enjoyed this.
It was actually happening. I bursted in his mouth as he started to make me come.
My juices flooded his mouth while I rolled and moved. My toes curled and I cried out his name in pleasure.
I wished this never had to end. I wished I could always feel like this. But slowly, my orgasm started to fade. It was almost over. I was afraid of what I would find on the other side.
Aidan’s mouth remained on me until he was sure I was done.
I couldn’t even catch my breath. The whole room spun. He didn’t have to use force to keep me down because I was sure I wouldn’t be able to move.
Slowly, he stood up. His pants were off, but I wanted all his clothes off.
Aidan extended his hand to help me stand up. I shook all over—still reeling from the force of that orgasm.
When I stood up, he let me go.
“Want another drink?” he asked.
I nodded my head vigorously.
I was grateful for anything that would help me stop shaking. Help stop the room from moving.
What was the plan? What was I doing here?
I couldn’t recall anything.
I sat up on the floor, watching as Aidan made me another whiskey on the rocks. He looked so damn sexy with his pants off and shirt open. I could see his chiseled torso, his flat stomach. Those six pack abs that looked like he was carved out of marble.
My cheeks flushed hot and red when he turned, catching me looking.
I knew it wasn’t over. Aidan wasn’t satisfied yet. It was just the start of the night.
I tried focusing on the task at hand. I’d suggested coming to his apartment for a specific reason. I wanted to root around in his things if I got the chance—which meant, I would have to try and stay here for as long as I could. Long enough that I might have a shot at being alone for a bit. Or until he fell asleep.
It would be a risk. If he caught me, that would be the end of everything. But I was desperate. Every time I closed my eyes, I was reminded of the look on the guy’s face. The one who barged into my apartment and threatened me. He wasn’t kidding around.
Aidan handed me the glass and I sipped the drink. He stood over me, sipping whiskey too. It was almost impossible to not stare up at his drool worthy body on full display in front of me.
Maybe he knew exactly how irresistible he was.
I knew I made it difficult for myself. I walked towards the point of no return. Nothing could save me now.
I had spent the past five years fantasizing about this man, and what it would be like to have another night with him.
Now I had it, but I couldn’t stop worrying. I wasn’t strong enough to resist falling for him again.
“What are you thinking?” Aidan asked.
I held up the glass, looking at the light in the room through the sparkling amber liquid.
“I’m trying not to think. I’m trying to empty my mind,” I replied.
“You’re not thinking about the past?”
I shook my head.
“I want to move on. I want to start afresh.”
We locked eyes and I sensed Aidan trying to figure me out. What did I mean by that? Start what afresh? He questioned if I was serious about wanting to be a part of his life.
Was I?
Would that be wise?
But if I was going to get any substantial information for the Barons, I would have to get involved. Aidan wouldn’t trust me otherwise.
He put down his glass and came closer to me.
“I definitely want to start something too,” he said, grabbing my glass and putting it away too.
A wave of desire passed through me when he pulled me up, cradling me in his arms to kiss me again.
I wrapped myself around his neck, waiting for more. I wanted him to do everything he wanted.
He pushed me to the wall, stretching my arms out and pinning me with his big muscular body.
I pulled his shirt off so I could feel the sharp edges of his muscles. He kissed me fiercely, taking my mouth, biting and sucking on my bottom lip. I thrust my hips into him, moving against his cock. I could feel it throbbing—big and strong against me.
“Is this what you want?” he groaned into my ear, nibbling my earlobe.
I moaned in response.
Even though I had meant something else when I said I wanted to start afresh—this would do for now.
He grabbed my hips, lifting me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock thrust into me in one smooth motion.
I cried out with a gasp at the sensation of having him inside me. He didn’t take it slow, or inch by inch. He was completely in me. I stared at him in surprise.
“Isn’t this why you wanted to see me again? Because you wanted to be fucked like this?” he growled.
I moaned again. He started moving. His thrusts became harder and stronger, in and out of me—bang bang bang. Our bodies banged together. My back pressed into the wall. He had me pinned. I couldn’t move, but it wasn’t like I wanted to either.
This felt good.
This was exactly what I needed. To forget everything else other than Aidan and his big rock hard cock.
I bounced up and down while clinging to him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him while he sank into me—deep. Then pulled out, then thrust in again. He was so big, and even though we had fucked so many times before, it felt new. Like somehow I’d forgotten how big he was, or how completely he filled me.
From past experience I knew I wouldn’t be walking straight the next day. I was going to pay for the pleasure I felt now.
“Please, Aidan, let me come,” I begged him.
He had his jaws clenched—in anger? Pleasure? Both?
He wasn’t as pleased by this fuck as he should have been. Maybe like me, he knew we were complicating things.
This was a bad idea.
But neither of us could stop.
He wedged his hand down between our bodies and stroked my clit gently with his thumb.
It was like he switched on the fuse on a detonator and a tiny bomb e
xploded inside me.
His cock plowed into me, hard and fast while I started coming again.
He groaned, looking at me deeper with his dark blue eyes and then he came too.
My dream came true. We came together.
I closed my eyes and tried to hold on to this moment, but I knew I would never forget it.
Having Aidan Doherty inside me was the most beautiful experience I have ever had.
Those were the only moments in the past five years when I didn’t completely hate myself.
Thirteen
Aidan
I thought fucking Leah once would be the end of all my desire for her. That once I had her, I wouldn’t want her again.
I’d forgotten how addictive she really was.
She had grabbed my shirt lying on the floor before I could get to it. When she put it on, it nearly reached her knees. It was huge on her, falling off her delicate shoulders. I was never getting the smell of her off that shirt.
Damn it.
She walked over to the couch and sat down. I put on my pants and went to the bar for another drink. That was good. An even better lay than I remembered her to be.
I brought her a beer and she took it from me. I had never pegged her for a heavy drinker. She was either drinking this much to drown her life’s sorrows, or something bothered her tonight and she needed the liquid courage.
Either way, I had decided to try my best to make sense of her tonight. I needed to clear this conflict in my head. Was Leah telling me the truth? The whole truth?
Was she going to tell me what she was doing with the Barons? Did she even know who they were? Had they tricked her somehow?
“So tell me again what you did when you left town like a good obedient girl.”
Leah curled her legs underneath her and rolled her eyes.
“Why can’t we talk about something else?” she asked.
“Because there’s nothing else to talk about.”
“There is a lot to talk about. You haven’t told me anything about you,” she insisted.
