Aidan (The Doherty Mafia Book 2)

by Kasey Krane

  I sat up on the couch while he stood next to it, waiting for my next move.

  He watched in silence, with the same hard look on his face, as I undid his pants and pushed them down.

  “I want to make you feel good,” I said.

  My pussy throbbed for him when I got on my knees on the couch. His rock hard cock was right there in front of my face and I was hungry for it.

  I opened my mouth wide, but I would never be wide enough for him. He was too big.

  I touched myself so I could stay calm. At least for a few minutes, while I looked up and met his piercing blue eyes.

  I could only take him in an inch at a time, and even then, I couldn’t get too far. His cock filled my mouth and throat, and I groaned with how good it felt.

  At first, he said and did nothing—just watched me as I pleasured him.

  Then, when I swirled my tongue over the tip of his wet cock, he groaned and grabbed me by the back of my hair and started using me.

  I loved it.

  Every gentle bone in his body was forgotten about.

  He wanted to come in my mouth and he wanted to do it his way.

  I was just a vessel for his pleasure and he fucked my mouth, thrusting his cock in and out of me. My pussy was so hot and wet, my clit was swollen with desire and I stroked harder and harder with every thrust.

  My throat opened up. His cock plowed in easier and he wasn’t about to stop.

  I sat perched on my knees on the flimsy couch that shook and shuddered from the force with which he fucked my mouth. His groans were like a wild animal’s, and finally, he exploded in my mouth.

  I allowed myself to come at the same time, but I tried staying still. The struggle of overcoming my orgasm was powerful. It made the pleasure even sweeter.

  I could taste him in my mouth. His cum slipped down my throat and I swallowed. There was always going to be a part of him inside me.

  Aidan grunted with satisfaction when it was over, pulling himself out of my mouth.

  I fell back on the couch, following him with my eyes as he pulled up his pants.

  Casually, he picked up his coffee and took another sip. He was done. He got what he had come here for, and I couldn’t blame him. He was justified in using me however he wanted. I had no excuses anymore.

  “About that vacation,” he said, not meeting my eyes.

  I was weak in the knees and weak all over. Waiting with baited breath for him to continue.

  “It’s a nice fantasy to have but I can’t leave town any time soon. We are at war with another mafia family and I need to be here for my brothers.”

  My throat was dry and I forced myself to gulp.

  “A war? With who?” I asked meekly.

  Aidan gave me a harsh look. His intense eyes bore a hole through my skull. I couldn’t help but be fearful that he knew something he wasn’t saying.

  “You wouldn’t know them,” he replied.

  Seventeen

  Aidan

  Leah said she wanted to cook a meal for me.

  I said, “I have to see it to believe it.”

  She rolled her eyes at me and then tied an apron at her waist before she started pulling out pots, pans and chopping boards. It was obvious she wasn’t familiar with the kitchen—which was again a sudden reminder that this could all just be temporary. This apartment wasn’t her actual home.

  Nonetheless, I wanted to enjoy the moment for what it was. Leah Michaels cooking me dinner.

  When we first met, she never had the opportunity to cook for me. She was always in a rush to leave and return to her parents. I didn’t know if she even knew how to.

  Now I stood at the kitchen door nursing a bottle of beer while she handled a chicken for a fancy roast. She knew what she was doing.

  My mind went down the rabbit hole.

  I daydreamed about what it would look like if this became a regular thing. If I always came home to Leah. If she cooked me a roast dinner every weekend and I helped her give our kids a bath.

  I loved the way her ass moved around the kitchen. She looked like the perfect wife in that little apron with the cherries print. She had tied her red hair up in a messy knot, her lipstick was smudged from what we did earlier.

  Adrenaline raced through my veins, and I did everything I could to keep calm.

  It was just a fantasy. We were just pretending to play house.

  Even if I stayed the night, tomorrow morning we’d have to go our separate ways.

  I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I didn’t want to fall in love with her again. Leah was bad news the last time and this time, it would be worse. For starters—my family still held a grudge against her.

  And I still didn’t know what she was doing with the guy from the Baron family.

  When I hinted at it earlier, she didn’t seem to know what I was talking about.

  I believed I could read her—or at least I could when we knew each other five years ago. She was a bad liar and I hoped things hadn’t changed much in that department. So, my gut told me she wasn’t lying now.

  My best bet was that she genuinely had no idea about my connection with Aldo Baron. That the guy I saw her talking to was just some acquaintance from her past and there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for their meeting.

  I just had to find out what it was.

  Dinner was delicious and I told her so.

  Leah drank one beer with the meal, and I kept track tonight. She hadn’t drank as much as last time and it seemed like she was more at ease. Whatever bothered her last night must have gone away.

  Or she was just more comfortable around me tonight.

  “I just never pegged you for the kind of guy who would give a crap if I left,” she continued.

  We discussed what I told her—about the consequences of her leaving. She had been kind and compassionate about what I had to say. She hadn’t made me feel like I was less of a man for being affected by her disappearance.

  I didn’t usually discuss it with anyone because I didn’t want to admit it. However, Leah didn’t think any less of me now that she knew the truth about how I felt about her.

  What I used to feel.

  I could attest she was well suited to the job at the old people’s home, because she knew exactly how to make someone comfortable in her presence. She had that healing touch.

  “It fucked me up when you left,” I continued casually. I tried not to make a big deal of it.

  I didn’t want her to know how it still made me feel. I was hollow inside and it was because of her.

  I couldn’t trust her or anyone else because she was the one who did this to me. Maybe she could see it because her face was awash with guilt.

  “I didn’t think you cared about anyone or anything other than your family and your work, and your reputation as a hard man.”

  “I don’t care what people think of me. I don’t give a fuck about other people’s opinions.”

  “I know that, but there’s a part of you that stops you from discussing your feelings with other people.”

  “Because I don’t think anyone wants to hear it. I definitely don’t want to hear about other people’s feelings,” I growled.

  Leah’s cheeks flushed and she looked down at her empty plate with an embarrassed smile.

  “You know you can tell me. I want to hear what you feel.”

  “I told you what I feel. What I felt when you left. These days, I don’t feel anything.”

  She looked up at me sharply.

  “You must have felt something…for someone else…” she tried.

  I clenched my jaws tight.

  “No.”

  “Aidan, it’s been five years. You’re telling me you haven’t been with anyone else?”

  “I’ve fucked more chicks than I can count. I’m not going to lie to you, Leah. But I don’t remember their names or their faces. They’ve meant nothing to me,” I admitted.

  She breathed in deeply as she stared at me. She knew what I wanted to know, but I
wasn’t going to ask her. I’d probably break something if I heard the answer.

  Her cheeks were still a bright red.

  “I haven’t…there’s been nobody else…you were my first and my last. My only,” she said. Her voice quivered, and I searched her face to see if she was lying.

  I couldn’t believe it.

  Leah belonged to me. She always had.

  What was she trying to say now?

  I didn’t have room for her. I didn’t have room for anyone in my life.

  She looked away, embarrassed.

  “But that’s not your fault. I don’t expect anything from you. I’ve just…I didn’t have the time. I tried to make a life for myself. I didn’t need or want another man,” she continued quickly.

  It was like she had read my mind.

  Leah said she wanted me to relax while she did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. I couldn’t just chill on the couch while she roamed around the kitchen, looking extremely sexy in those tight leggings.

  So I stood at the door, watching her.

  She wanted to know how my friends were. The ones we used to hang out with at the clubs and bars when we used to go out drinking together.

  I didn’t see much of them anymore and I told her so. I was too busy with the business. My family needed me.

  “So you’re all grown up now?” she smiled over her shoulder while she did the dishes.

  “Aren’t you?” I asked.

  A sad look came over her face, and she nodded somberly.

  “In more ways than I could ever have imagined,” she replied.

  Once she was done with the dishes, she wiped down the counters, washed her hands and took off her apron.

  “Maybe you should keep that on,” I told her.

  Her face brightened again and she had a smile on her face.

  “What else do you want me to do?” she asked.

  “You could get down on your hands and knees.”

  Leah kept the apron on and then slowly did as I wanted. She was on her hands and knees on the floor, looking up at me with her big green eyes.

  Slowly, she crawled towards me while I felt my cock move in my pants.

  “I just want to be a good girl tonight and please you. I just want to make you happy tonight.” She spoke in a soft voice that shot electricity through my body.

  She was fucking irresistible.

  I thought I came to see her because I wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on with the Barons and her, but I became distracted again.

  If I started interrogating her and asking her questions, that would make her defensive, then that would be the end of the fun. It was the exact mood I wanted to be in.

  In the mood to fuck her. I wanted her to be in the mood to be fucked.

  So, I decided to leave the questioning for later. There would be enough time for that some other day.

  Tonight, I just wanted to forget.

  Eighteen

  Leah

  I looked up at Aidan, waiting for him to command me again.

  I didn’t realize how much I would enjoy this—enjoy being told exactly what he wanted me to do. I enjoyed being on my hands and knees for him. At his service.

  I was ready to suck him off again if that’s what he wanted. It turned me on, seeing him give in to me when I had him in my mouth. Seeing him lose control because of how I pleasured him.

  He was my master tonight.

  “I want you to touch yourself. I want you to make yourself come.” Those were his words.

  A thrill ran down my spine.

  I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to make me come. And at the same time, I loved it when he told me what to do. I obeyed his command.

  I straightened up, but just to take my top and leggings off. I kept the apron on just like he wanted. Then I was on my knees again, facing him, looking up at him longingly.

  “Use your fingers. Open your legs wide so I can see you,” he growled.

  His face was dark and I saw growing hard in his pants.

  Biting down on my lip, I reached down for my pussy through the silk fabric of my panties. I was already wet, dripping.

  When I touched my clit, I let out a gasp of desire. My clit was swollen and throbbing—waiting to be touched and played with. I felt my nipples as firm as raisins, protruding through my bra. His eyes were all over me.

  “Come for me!” he shouted in a gruff voice. He was getting impatient and I loved it.

  He couldn’t wait to watch me come.

  I slipped my hand inside my panties and started stroking myself.

  Aidan stood in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest like he was inspecting a machine. He wasn’t even touching himself. He was resisting.

  My fingers slipped in and out of my pussy while I flicked my clit. I knew exactly what I needed to do to make myself come and that’s what I did. Harder and faster, then slower and heavier. I rolled my hips, lifting my body up and down as I kept my eyes firmly on him. I imagined my hands to be his as I took control of myself—working up to an orgasm that would shoot through me any moment now.

  He sensed it too.

  A smile curled on the corners of his lips as I panted. Heavier and heavier, whispering his name.

  I came in my own hands. My thighs were damp with my own cream, my eyes rolled back and I tried very hard to keep upright. The orgasm crashed like a wave, taking over my whole body.

  Aidan just stood there, watching me, smirking, but just slightly.

  He had complete control over me without even touching me. It was amazing.

  He came at me before I knew what he was going to do.

  I was still recovering from the force of my orgasm—still feeling a little woozy from it.

  He grabbed me by the back of my neck and roughly pulled me up. My body jerked back to life. My heart pumped hard.

  “Did you think you could rest now?” he growled, glaring at me with his strong blue eyes.

  I didn’t want to rest. I could go on forever. Just pleasing him…

  “You should be punished for what you did,” he continued.

  His voice and tone was so deep that for a moment, I worried he knew about all the things I’d done. Did he know the truth?

  But then Aidan’s lips curled in a smile again and I realized this was just a game he played.

  He reached for the sink where the dishes were drying and he grabbed a large wooden spoon.

  “Yes, I deserve to be punished,” I said in a low murmur.

  He dragged me to a chair and he sat down, pulling me down across his lap so my butt was in the air.

  “I don’t want to hear a squeak from you,” he growled. I bit down on my lip, pressed my eyes close and felt the whack of the spoon on my butt.

  It wasn’t too hard, but he gave the impression of hitting me hard. I hissed in response, rejoicing at the idea of the punishment. He could do whatever he wanted to me.

  “I’ve learned my lesson,” I said, but he brought the spoon down on my butt again. It fell on me with a loud clap, harder this time.

  “And I’m going to give you something to remember this lesson by,” he said.

  “Yes, thank you,” I cried when he smacked me again.

  My pussy throbbed with my need for him. My skin stung where he smacked me.

  Again. Harder. With every smack, he brought me closer and closer to another orgasm. Fuck. I was so wet for him.

  Then he threw the spoon to the floor, grabbed me by my neck again and pushed me down to the floor.

  I didn’t have a moment to think.

  He took off his pants. I heard his belt come off. Then he was on top of me. The weight of him was heavy on me. He held me down with his hands pinning my shoulders to the floor.

  I felt like I was about to come, my pussy throbbed.

  When he entered me, I cried out with relief. Yes! I needed him inside me and there he was—so big and strong.

  Aidan grunted as he thrust himself inside me.

  He pounded
me hard and quick. There was no more talking. We were on a high and on the verge of coming.

  He was right, he gave me something to remember. I would never forget how good this felt. How much control he had over me. How willingly I gave him that control.

  When we came together, I almost cried out that I loved him.

  I had to bite my tongue to keep me from saying it.

  I didn’t even know if I actually meant it.

  It seemed so absurd. Five years later—he had moved on. I had too many secrets. I didn’t deserve to love him. He would never love me.

  Thankfully, I managed to keep those thoughts to myself.

  I was amazed to wake up next to him again.

  It happened once and I thought it was just going to be the one time. This time around, I could sense myself starting to get comfortable. It was a dangerous feeling to feel—getting used to having him next to me every morning.

  This felt very nice.

  We were tangled up together in sheets and our limbs. I smelled like him and he smelled like me.

  “Morning,” he groaned lazily when I moved. It seemed like he’d been awake for a bit, but not too long.

  I was surprised he wasn’t already gone.

  I snuggled up to him, running my mouth over his chest and trying to memorize his scent.

  The sex was amazing. I loved being around him. In fact, I began to feel like I never stopped loving him—but the morning light also brought reality with it. The reality that this all would end.

  The Barons still expected information from me, and now I had it. They were no doubt going to use that information against Aidan somehow. Probably to blackmail him. And then there were the other secrets.

  A part of me just wanted to confess everything right now. I deserved his wrath. But what about Mom? What would the Barons do to her when they found out I’d snitched?

  But I didn’t want to leave this bed. I didn’t want to move. Could we just lay still like this? Could we make time stop for a while?