“Aidan, this house is amazing. I mean. Wow,” I said as I spun around looking at all of the details. This was far beyond a bachelor’s pad. There was a loft on the second level overlooking the great room and a partial view of the open kitchen. I caught the swishing tail of a brown dog going up the stairs, apparently not in the least bit interested in me.
“Thanks. It took me three years to build it.”
“You built this house?”
“Well, sort of. I did some of the work, but my brother’s construction company helped me out a lot.” He went on to explain that he purchased the land when he got out of the military and lived in a single-wide trailer for a couple of years while he went to school. He worked on the house whenever he could. He couldn’t afford to pay his brother for a lot of the materials or labor, so he gathered most of what he could and his brother helped him whenever he had the chance and could spare the workers. I think that it added more heart to the story of the house, and I could see how proud Aidan was of it.
He gave me a tour, and in addition to the loft, there were two bedrooms upstairs and a master bedroom downstairs. The kitchen was large, with stainless-steel appliances including a six-burner gas range and granite countertops with pots hanging decoratively on a rack suspended from the ceiling. Something that I’d always wanted in my own kitchen.
A delicious smell was wafting from the pots on the stove and there were freshly chopped vegetables in bowls on the counter.
“That smells fantastic. What is it?” I asked as I walked up to the kitchen island and sat on one of the barstools. Aidan went to the stove, grabbed one of the large spoons, and stirred a red sauce in one of the pots.
“Chicken parmesan,” he answered, and I watched him pull the chicken cutlets from the oven and strain the pasta, all while looking very comfortable in the kitchen. “Will you open that wine?”
I did as he asked and filled two glasses with red wine while he prepared the salad. Once we were seated at the dining room table, we ate in comfortable silence. The food was delicious, the wine was perfect, and Aidan was gorgeous.
“So how is the article going?” he asked as he sipped his wine.
“I’ve been submitting it to Natalie one date at a time so that she can roll it out each week. So far the response for the first date has been good. People have been sending in pictures from their walks in the park. It’s pretty cool to see all of the different perspectives.”
“I would love to read it when it’s done,” he said in a quiet voice, his eyes trained on his plate as he twirled his fork into his pasta.
“Sure,” I said as I cleared my throat and tried to sound as upbeat as possible.
My heart sank just a bit at the reminder that my time with Aidan would be done soon.
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“So good,” Aidan whispered just before hooking one of my legs over his shoulder. I felt the tip of his tongue run along my opening, then he began lapping at my wetness. The slurping and sucking noises were too much to handle, and my eyes rolled deep into the back of my head. He pulled back to press his tongue against my clit while pushing two fingers inside of me. He had no trouble at all finding the spot. His fingers formed a beckoning motion inside of me as he continued to dominate me with his tongue. I cried out, unable to contain myself any longer.
“Oh God, Aidan . . . ohhh, God!” I called out his name over and over again as I came hard. He didn’t give me time to recover and continued to work me with his fingers and tongue quickly into another orgasm. The leg that was not hooked onto his shoulder gave out and he lowered me to the floor. He flipped me onto my stomach and propped me up on my knees as he resumed licking my wet sex from behind. I used my arms to push backward against his mouth, panting desperately and begging him for release.
“What do you want, Josie,” Aidan asked, his voice growing hoarse. I moaned and wiggle my bottom back and forth, not able to vocalize it.
“No, baby, I want to hear you say it.” He lapped lightly at me, teasing me before pulling away. I whimpered helplessly at the loss. “Say it.”
“I want you, Aidan.” He trailed a hand along my spine causing me to arch my back, exposing myself to him even more.
“Where do you want me, Josie?” His words were strained, and I heard him unbuckling his pants.
“Inside me, please, I want you inside me now.” I felt him kneeling behind me, positioning his thick hardness at my opening, just barely touching me.
“Are you sure?” He started to rub the tip of his erection up and down my slick labia.
“Yes, Aidan, I want you! Please, please!” I moved my hips again, trying to force him inside. He pulled back slightly and slowly rolled on a condom, enjoying the way I squirmed impatiently before thrusting forward as deep as he could go, and we both cried out.
“Fuck,” Aidan groaned as he slammed his hips forward. I nearly lost all coherence. The only things I could focus on were his movements and how full I felt with him inside me. I matched his rhythm as he reached around and rubbed my clit until we were frantically grinding together. The only noise was our rapid breathing and the slapping of skin as I felt myself racing toward release.
“So beautiful. You feel so fucking good. Ah . . .” He cried out while maintaining a pace that should have been physically impossible, yet he did it effortlessly. He bucked against me one last time before stiffening and groaning from deep inside his chest. At the same time, I screamed out my own release as each wave owned my body, and my inner muscles tightened and gripped him repeatedly. Out of pure exhaustion, we collapsed next to each other onto the floor in the great room, trying to catch our breaths.
“You called me Josie,” I said into the side of his damp neck.
“I did. Does anyone call you that?”
“No.”
“Good. That name is mine.”
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I woke up in the middle of the night in Aidan’s king-sized bed to a wet nose sniffing my face. I opened my eyes, startled to see a big brown dog staring back at me, and I jumped. My movements caused Aidan, who had my back curled against his front, to wake up, too.
“No, Zig,” he mumbled as he pulled me closer. The golden retriever whined and nudged me. “Ziggy,” Aidan warned and the dog turned away reluctantly. “You’re in his spot and I think he’s a little upset.”
“Aw, come here, Ziggy,” I called out, and the dog’s ears perked up as he trotted back. I patted the bed and scooted back to make room, and he hopped up, settling comfortably next to me. Ziggy sniffed me briefly before resting his head on his paws and closing his eyes.
“Now, you come here,” Aidan said as he turned me in his arms and kissed me slowly for a while with our arms and legs entangled, and my heart melted. He made me feel cherished. The way his mouth leisurely met mine, the way his tongue glided against my own, how he pulled my leg over his hip and ran a hand down the back of my thigh. It was as if only he and I existed at that moment, and I wanted him to keep holding me like that forever. We kissed until we grew tired, then he pulled me against his chest, and we fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
Rendezvous #4: Enjoy nature and each other.
Enjoy a picnic together. Find a scenic place to stretch out on a blanket where you can eat, talk, and stare up at the sky. Learn one new thing about each other, something that has never come up before. Having shared interests or common passions is a good start to building a strong foundation in any relationship . . .
Aidan, Ziggy, and I went on a walk around his property. He owned three acres of land on the lake, and there was also a creek that wound through part of the property. We walked hand in hand along the edge of the water and talked. I told him about my parents, who were divorced.
“My mom still lives in San Diego, but my dad lives in Texas with his new wife, Leah. She’s nice and seems to make him happy. My parents’ marriage ended as soon as I started college. It was obvious that they’d stayed together for me, and once I left home, they had no reason to pretend any
more.” I reached down to pick up a stick and tossed it away for Ziggy to run after. “Seven years later, they are much happier apart. My mom has had the same boyfriend for three years. Tim is a few years younger than her, and neither seems to be in a hurry to tie the knot.”
“What about brothers or sisters.”
“I have an older brother, Joe Junior. He lives in LA.”
“Joe Junior and Josette? Your parents must have had a thing for Joe names.” He chuckled.
“Well, yeah. My dad’s name is Joseph, my brother was named after him, then my parents got creative and named me Josette. Which is also why I never had a nickname growing up. Joe was my brother, and my dad goes by Joey. I guess it seemed less confusing to just call me by my full name.”
“Except, now I get to call you Josie.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and whispered into my ear. “My Josie.”
We continued to walk, and Aidan shared that his parents lived nearby with his teenage sister, Maddie. She was a surprise addition to the family. His older brother, Sean, owned the construction company that helped build his house. Everything he shared showed that he had a pretty normal childhood. He was the mischievous younger brother who constantly convinced his older brother to go along with his plans.
Aidan had packed a lunch for us and we sat on a blanket near the lake and ate our sandwiches and drank iced tea. He’d packed two thermoses, one full of unsweetened and the other with sweetened tea. I smiled as I remembered the first lunch that we had together at my house. We ate, talked, and fooled around a little on our blanket. He mentioned that he had a Jacuzzi on the back deck and suggested that we get in.
“Oh, but I don’t have a bathing suit, Aidan.”
“I’m pretty sure there is something in the closet on the deck.” He stood and gathered all of the picnic stuff and grabbed my hand. “Come on, let’s check.”
He was right; there were a couple of bathing suits with the tags still on. I didn’t know how to feel about the fact that he had a closet with bikinis in it. Were those left over items from an ex-girlfriend? Did he have girls over all the time and regularly stocked up on swimwear? Was I willing to be a part of his routine? As if he read my thoughts and sensed by indecision, he turned me to him and started to explain.
“I can see the wheels in your head turning, Josette. I had surgery on my knee a year ago. Sean surprised me by installing a Jacuzzi to help with recovery, and his wife Nicole stocked the closet full of men and women’s bathing suits and some other items. No girls other than the ones in my family have ever been to my house, much less in my Jacuzzi.”
I studied him for a second.
“Really?” It seemed ridiculous that a gorgeous man like Aidan didn’t have a string of women showing up on his doorstep.
“Really.” He held my gaze as he waited for me to reach my conclusion. “Try that white one. I want to see that on you. You definitely have the body for it.” I eyed him skeptically as I pulled a white bikini from the closet. Was I confident enough to wear this for him? I knew my body was curvy, and it might not be all that suited for a two-piece, but the way Aidan stared at me with those gorgeous green eyes, like I was a present he couldn’t wait to unwrap, how could I refuse him.
I went into the bathroom and put on the swimsuit. It actually didn’t look that bad. I took a deep breath and opened the door, hoping that I had the confidence to strut around in this thing. I found Aidan out back, sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi, shirtless wearing only a pair of swim trunks. He extended a hand for me, and I climbed up the small set of stairs and stepped into the water. There was soft music playing from inside the house, and it was a relaxing way to end the hike.
Aidan pulled me against him so that I was sitting on his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. We relaxed in each other’s arms and kissed leisurely. The jets surrounding us caused a wave of sensation all over my body, and with Aidan’s hands caressing me, it wasn’t long until I was moaning and writhing against him.
“Christ, Josie,” Aidan groaned against my mouth. “I don’t think I will ever get enough of you.” The hardness of his erection was straining beneath his swim trunks. I pulled my mouth from his and trailed kisses along his neck while he massaged my breasts. His fingers found my aching center, and he rubbed circles on my clit as I rocked my hips against his hand. I reached inside his trunks and grabbed a hold of his cock and started to pump him. He hissed as he jerked his hips upward in time with my movements, until we were both crazy with want.
Aidan lifted us out of the Jacuzzi and began carrying me toward the house. Feeling playful, I broke free of his hold and his arms loosened. Once my feet were planted on the deck, he stared at me, a bit stunned, his eyes cloudy with lust.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with confusion.
“I feel like going for a swim.” I shrugged sassily then started running full sprint to the lake.
“What? Now? Hey, get back here!” Aidan called as he raced behind me. A barking Ziggy reached me first with his tail wagging like crazy, as if he were encouraging me to run faster. I had just enough of a lead that I was able to make it far enough into the water so that I could dive under. When I surfaced, Aidan was swimming toward me. I yelped and began swimming faster in the opposite direction until I felt a hand wrap around my ankle.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He pulled me to him and I couldn’t stop giggling as I fought half-heartedly to get away.
“Let me go. I wanted to go for a swim,” I gasped out between laughs.
“Is that right?” He pushed my head under the water. I came up sputtering and gasping for air just in time to see Aidan grinning as he started to swim away. I’d managed to reach him and used all of my strength to push him under. We spent a while wrestling with each other and laughing. The area was so peaceful, it felt like only Aidan and I existed. There were no nosy neighbors in their windows frowning at the commotion we were making, or cars with loud engines speeding by. This was a home, the kind of place you wanted to spend a lifetime of happiness at and raise a family. Something I never thought I wanted until that very moment.
“Where are you right now?” Aidan asked as he swam over to me.
“What? What do you mean?”
“That look on your face. Where were you just now?” He pulled me close, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I stared back at him and shrugged. I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer his question. Should I come right out and say that I was picturing myself living here with a family? Possibly our family? No, definitely not.
So instead I kissed him, and he responded immediately. I became faintly aware that we were leaving the water. He adjusted me so that I was higher on his waist as we made our way back to the house.
When we reached his room he lowered me to my feet and undid the ties of my bathing suit while I lowered his swim trunks. I placed kisses over his wide chest and down his abdomen as I lowered myself to my knees. His erection was sticking straight up, and the tip was nearly touching his stomach. I grabbed him firmly in my hand and pulled him to my mouth. I swirled my tongue several times around his swollen head while he drew in a sharp breath. When he reached down and gripped the back of my head, I allowed him to slip fully into my mouth. He pumped his hips while I pulled him in as deep as I could. He was reacting to me as if he couldn’t get enough, and it gave me the encouragement I needed to continue. Giving head wasn’t something that I enjoyed doing, but Aidan’s response was so honest that I wanted to see him lose control. I cupped his balls as I relaxed my throat.
“Oh God,” Aidan cried out. “Fuck, baby.” I used my hand to pump in time with my mouth as he continued to thrust a few more times before pulling away. “I want inside you.” He hauled me to my feet and pushed me onto his bed. He rolled on a condom and parted my legs wide as he pushed into me. Aidan turned my face to his and held my eyes as he settled himself as far as he could go. “My favorite place.” His words left me feeling raw, and I didn’t know if I was ready to fully accept what they meant.
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I was more than a casual fuck for him, and if I were honest with myself, he was more than that for me, too. Instead of exploring the emotional connection that was beginning to terrify me, I just gave my body to him. He pulled my bottom up to meet every one of his thrusts, and I loved that I could feel every inch of him at this angle.
I loved his dominance in bed and that he took from me what he wanted. I loved his dirty mouth as he described everything he wanted to do to me and followed through on every word. He had total power over my pleasure, and I was all too happy to give him the control. Every time with him felt like I’d come the hardest I ever had, except each orgasm seemed to feel even better than the last. No one had ever owned my body as completely as Aidan. He didn’t ask, he just took, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
When we were finally satiated, we ordered a pizza and stayed in his bed for the rest of the evening watching movies on Netflix with Ziggy curled up next to us.
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It was midmorning the next day, and Aidan and I were sitting entangled on his couch in the living room. I was wearing one of his T-shirts, and he was wearing a pair of basketball shorts, and we were trying to decide whether to watch another episode of Breaking Bad when Aidan’s phone rang.
“Hi, Nic.” Pause. “Yeah. On Monday, right?” Pause. “Today is Monday?” He looked at me with a questioning glance, and I nodded. It was Memorial Day weekend, and Monday was a holiday. “Right. I got you covered.” His gaze turned wary. “Two o’clock. Okay. I’ll be there.”
When he hung up the phone he turned to me. “How would you feel about going to my sister Maddie’s birthday party? She’s turning sixteen, and my parents are throwing a huge thing for her.” I stared at him but didn’t answer.
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