Always You: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Krista Carleson

  “Aidan, let me go!” I thrashed against him, but his grip was too strong. I was perfectly aware of his rigid manhood that was now pressed against my stomach, and it made me weak. It made me forget about what he’d done and just give in to him.

  “I won’t let you go. No. Not when I finally got you back.”

  “You didn’t get me back because you never had me in the first place. Now, let me go.”

  Something changed in his gaze, and there was no anger anymore. He let out a defeated sigh and leaned his forehead against mine, his hands wrapping around me in a tight hug that conveyed his desperation and needs.

  “I’m sorry, Catherine. I’m sorry for everything. I was a jerk, and you didn’t deserve to be treated like this.”

  Confused with the change in his behavior at first, his hands caressed my back slowly and I let myself calm down gradually. His cologne stirred all my senses, and it made me want him more. His body was so warm and strong, and before I thought better of it, I returned his hug, snuggling up to him.

  “I’m just jealous, okay? I know that I don’t have any right, Catherine, but fuck.” He put his hands in my hair and tilted my head so that I was looking at him. “I made a mistake back then. I panicked, you know? All those years you were my little sister’s best friend and as such, you were untouchable for me. I didn’t even dare think about you in that way.”

  He brought one hand to my face and traced my jaw with his finger. My breath hitched when he grazed my lips. I almost moaned, basking in his touch.

  “So I deluded myself, thinking I would be able to suppress what I felt for you eventually. I was so wrong. At that time, you started going out with Tommy whatever his last name is, and I was so jealous. I thought there was no way you returned my feelings.”

  I was so focused on his words that I didn’t even remember how we ended on the couch with me on his lap. His arms held me, shifting me closer to him, and it became difficult for me to focus on anything but his nearness. I was drunk and sitting on his lap, which was more than enough to mess up my mind and make thinking an almost impossible task.

  “Then I signed up for the army and during those last few days, I finally saw what I’d missed all those years. You liked me too, but I screwed everything up during that party.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I thought we weren’t going to work out, Catherine. I thought you weren’t actually serious about me and the old ‘you’re my sister’s best friend’ came back to me to haunt me. I was going away for a long time and somehow, if we’d gotten together, our relationship would have been serious, and I wasn’t ready for that.”

  “So you basically chickened out?”

  He grimaced at the expression I’d used. “Catherine, I was young and stupid. I made the wrong choice and I regret it every single day.”

  His hand was tracing my neck slowly, touching all the right places, but I was still angry with him. He was giving me the answers I’d always needed, but they were too painful.

  “I... I don’t know how to feel about this, Aidan.” I needed to put some space between us. I couldn’t think when he was this close to me. “I need some time. I’m sorry, but I need to think about this.”

  I got up before he could stop me and rushed to my room, confused more than ever.

  5

  It was the middle of the night when I finally gave up on trying to fall asleep. I’d pretty much sobered up, since I’d tossed around the whole time, thinking about what I was going to do with Aidan. I stared at my ceiling, replaying our moment in the living room and how close I was to giving in to him. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. Would it be that bad to be with him just once?

  I was out of my bed before I was even aware I’d moved, on my way to Aidan’s room. My heart was beating fast as I crossed the distance that separated us, inexplicably drawn to him. I didn’t bother knocking, entering his room as silently as possible, and locked the door behind me.

  He was sleeping on his stomach, half-covered, and I stopped to admire his naked upper body. His muscles were delectable, making me want to caress every inch of that beautiful body.

  I silently approached and knelt right next to him. His sleeping face was adorable, clear of the stern frown of his mouth or eyebrows that made him attractive and intimidating at the same time. I lowered my head and left a kiss right below his neck, curious to see what his reaction would be. He didn’t even move, deep in sleep, and I began tracing a finger down his spine, breathing faster in anticipation.

  “Mhm.”

  He moaned and stirred, still asleep. I straddled him and ran my hands up his back, leaning in to kiss his neck.

  I nibbled and sucked, enjoying the way his skin felt against mine, and I grew hotter.

  “What...” He finally woke up and twisted his head to look at me. “Catherine? What are you doing—”

  I pressed my lips on him, hungry for his kisses. I was completely wet now, my core pulsating faster. “I want you, Aidan,” I whispered into his lips. “I want you inside of me right now.”

  Even in the dark of his room, I could see his eyes blazing with desire, and the next moment I was on my back, with him in between my legs. He wasn’t wearing anything, so my lace panties were the only thing that separated my pussy from his rock-hard cock.

  “Are you sure you want this?” He ground against me, drawing out a loud moan. I was more than glad now that Elle never got back home, so I didn’t have to worry about the noise. “Are you sure you want to sleep with me?”

  “Absolutely. Now, kiss me.”

  He didn’t waste even a second, pressing his lips into mine. He moved with urgency, ripping apart my thin sleeping shirt and my undergarments. I wrapped my legs around him and brought him closer to me. His lips were now on my neck, taunting me, biting me, giving me an intense pleasure that was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  He took my plump breasts into his hands and observed them for a few moments, awe and lust clear in his eyes. “So sexy and beautiful, Catherine. You look way better than I imagined, and believe me—I was imagining you a lot.”

  I cried out his name when his lips connected with my nipple, giving me the sweetest pleasure. His deft fingers played with my other nipple, turning it into a hard bud that ached for his touch. His lips and tongue played mercilessly with me, producing more and more pleasure that was threatening to drown me, and just when I thought that I couldn’t handle his skillful stimulations anymore, he slowly put his mouth on my pussy.

  “Aidan!” I grabbed his head the moment he sucked my clit into his mouth, throwing me into ecstasy. “Oh my God! That’s... Oh...”

  I couldn’t even form a full sentence as he worked me, switching between sucking and licking. I was unbelievably wet, trembling hard as he pleasured me. His 5 o'clock shadow added to the amazing sensations I felt, making me hypersensitive.

  “So delicious,” he muttered and grabbed my legs, holding them in place so I wouldn’t move them, but I couldn’t resist rubbing myself against his face. I was so close... I was so close to bursting...

  “Please, Aidan... Don’t stop... I’ll come... Please, don’t stop... Ah!” I bucked my hips when the first wave washed over me, and I broke into thousand pieces. “Aidan!”

  I was convulsing violently, screaming when the orgasm’s intensity became almost unbearable. I was so lost in my bliss that I barely noticed him move, reaching for something in the drawer. By the time my last aftershock passed, he’d sheathed his cock with a condom and brought my legs around his waist, never taking his eyes from me.

  “I need to be deep inside of you right now.” He rubbed his dick against my slit, teasing me before he probed my entrance and slid inside of me at once.

  “Aidan!”

  “Oh fuck. So tight.”

  I arched my back, overwhelmed with the intense pleasure. He was so big and thick, fitting my pussy perfectly. He pulled out and thrust back into me, ripping through my wet walls that hugged him closely.

 
“You feel so good, Aidan. Please, don’t stop.”

  “Oh babe, I definitely won’t stop. Now that I finally got to be buried in you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop anytime soon.”

  He rocked his hips fast, ramming into me mercilessly, but that was exactly what I needed. I needed this roughness and unconstrained passion. I needed these potent sensations he was feeding me with, making me obsessed with him all over again. He felt so much better than I’d ever imagined, giving me the hottest sensations, and an old feeling deep within me started resurfacing. I felt warm inside out, feeling so much for Aidan at this moment that I couldn’t even comprehend it.

  “You’re so wet and hot for me, Catherine. Just the way I always wanted you to be.” He hit my cervix, which doubled my pleasure. I was nearing my second orgasm, and I couldn’t breathe...

  “Aidan!” I came hard, each part of my body burning, and clawed his skin in response when the intense sensations became almost unbearable...

  He moved out of me and turned me around, putting me on all fours, and pushed inside of me from behind. “Damn. If you could only see how hot you look like this. Your ass is so sexy, baby.”

  Our bodies met in frenzy, led by lust that grew stronger the more we fucked. I was high on Aidan, and I wasn’t myself anymore. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up, bringing my body flush with his, and kissed me. His tongue stroked mine feverishly, matching the rhythm of our sexes, while his arms hold me tight.

  “Ah fuck! I’ll cum, Catherine.”

  “Yes. Ah!”

  I erupted into a third orgasm the moment he started ejaculating, barely managing to stay on my knees when my orgasm reached its peak.

  We ended up falling down, our limbs entangles and bodies sweaty. For a long while, we didn’t talk as we tried to catch our breaths. When he pulled out of me, he propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me, suddenly looking deep into thoughts.

  “What are you thinking about?” I asked him.

  His fingers traced the lines of my face idly. “I’m thinking that you’re looking at me the way you looked at me that night ten years ago.”

  I froze, not sure how to feel about his words. All of a sudden, I felt too open and vulnerable, because I’d let him see something that he shouldn’t have.

  I looked away, pursing my lips. Now that I was able to think clearly again, I wasn’t sure that I’d done the right thing.

  He groaned. “No, Catherine. Don’t do that. Don’t regret it.”

  He moved away from me and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees as he stared through the window. The night was peaceful, but I felt anything but. The more I looked at his back, the more I regretted this impulsive decision. That was the thing with me—sometimes I was too impulsive for my own good.

  “The thing is,” he began, “I don’t want you to expect this to be something... Something it can’t be.”

  I winced, taken aback by his unexpected words. “What? What are you trying to say?”

  He still didn’t look at me. “I don’t want you to expect something that I can’t give you, Catherine.”

  I felt like someone had thrown a bucket of icy cold water on me, and all the pleasant feelings disappeared. I couldn’t believe he was telling me this. I jumped up to my feet and faced him, fuming in anger.

  “So basically, you just wanted to use me for sex.”

  He stood up with a frown on his face. “No! Of course, not!”

  “No? You just admitted that this was only a fuck. You can’t give me anything more than that, so how do you want me to call this ‘thing’ between us?”

  He grimaced and ran his hand through his hair, troubled by my words. I didn’t care about his feelings now. I didn’t care whether he was hurt or not. I was the one who was hurting the most! While I’d come here with no other intentions but to sleep with him, something changed in me, and here I was, resembling that old Catherine that saw Aidan as the guy she wanted to spend her whole life with.

  I didn’t delude myself with naive thinking, of course, but hearing from him that this was only a fling was a hard pill to swallow.

  “Catherine, I don’t want to hurt you. I... I have some baggage that prevents me from giving you more. You deserve so much more, but I’m not able to—”He tried to touch me, but I pushed his hand away, becoming angrier by second.

  “Don’t touch me, you prick! Don’t touch me ever again! And stop talking! I don’t want to hear a word from you. I made a stupid mistake by coming here tonight, but that won’t happen again. I’m moving out of here tomorrow, and I won’t have to see you ever again.”

  I didn’t bother to pick up my clothes, desperate to get out of there. Ignoring his calls, I marched out of his room and locked me in mine, on the verge of bursting into tears.

  No. I wouldn’t cry. He didn’t deserve a single tear. Besides, I’d already cried buckets when he rejected me. From now on, I wouldn’t give him a second of my time.

  6

  “You’re over-exaggerating, Cat,” Elle told me, scanning my appearance.

  I was dripping wet, my clothes completely soaked due to the sudden storm outside. Unfortunately, I hadn’t had an umbrella with me, thus my appearance.

  “I need to move out today.”

  “Yeah? Well, think again. The weather is horrible and there’s no way for you to rent a place and move into it today.”

  “There has to be something—”

  “Cat, stop being a drama queen and relax a little, will ya? I understand that Aidan acted like an ass last night, but be reasonable about this. Even if you find another place and they let you stay immediately, who knows if they’re shady or not. I don’t want you stuck in some horrible apartment just because you want to escape from Aidan.”

  I frowned, not caring that I was making a wet mess out of Aidan’s carpet in the living room. This served him right. In fact, maybe I could break some vases as a departure gift?

  No. That was so not me.

  At least I didn’t need to see him today, which was something that I’d dreaded, quite frankly. I was embarrassed enough last night, so I didn’t need him to add more salt to my wounds.

  “Besides, if I understood you well, you were the one who went to him, right?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Ugh, don’t remind me.”

  “Well, if you went there so you could play hanky-panky with him, why are you so offended that he doesn’t want anything else? Do you want something serious with him?”

  I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling all too defensive. “Of course, not. It’s just that... It’s just that the way he said it makes me feel dirty. You know? Like a cheap slut.”

  “But you’re not. You enjoyed it, he enjoyed it, so what’s the problem? And if you don’t want anything serious with him too, then I think there’s nothing you should be fuming about.”

  It was difficult to explain my feelings to her because even I couldn’t decipher them. So I gave up on trying to explain myself and went to take a shower, already shivering because I’d spent too much time in my drenched clothes.

  I had to admit that she was right—spending half of the day on the rainy streets searching for any place to rent wasn’t the most practical thing I could do.

  The hot shower helped me clear my mind and gather my thoughts. I could endure a few more days until I found a decent place. I would stay in my room and work on my drawings, while avoiding Aidan, so I wouldn’t have to see him anymore.

  However, my plan to avoid him proved to be a failure the moment I realized I’d forgotten to take a new towel with me. I had entered my room naked and wet, only to find Aidan sitting on my bed.

  “Aidan!” I screamed and rushed back to my bathroom. “What the hell are you doing here?!” I yelled through the door, completely flushed because he’d seen me like this. I really had bad luck, didn’t I?

  I heard him laughing, which twisted my insides, drowning me in humiliation. “Relax. It’s not like I haven’t seen you nak
ed before. We slept together last night, remember?”

  I was so angry with him, my jaw hurt from clenching my teeth so hard. I was trembling slightly because I felt cold, and I needed to dry off and get into some warm clothes as soon as possible. I sneezed, my throat becoming more sore with each minute.

  Great. If I managed to get cold, that would be just fantastic. “Will you just get out of my room so I can get dressed?” I snapped at him, still leaning against the door as I waited for him to leave.

  “Here,” I heard him say. “Take this towel.”

  I cracked the door open and eyed him warily before I snatched it from him. Shuddering now, I closed the door in his face and immediately wrapped myself in the towel.

  “Thank you. Now, will you get out?”

  He didn’t respond. I waited for him to say something, but there wasn’t even a sound coming from my room, and I realized he was gone. Thank God he left.

  I put the towel around me and went into my room to get dressed, but then I halted mid-step because he was still there, sitting on my bed again.

  “Will you get out, Aidan?! I want to get dressed and I don’t want to see your ugly face.”

  He smirked and stood up, having no intention to actually listen to me and leave. “You didn’t find me ugly when you fucked me last night.”

  My cheeks burned in response and I looked away, completely ashamed to be reminded of it in this situation. I was more than aware of his eyes tracing each part of me, consuming me, and I hated my body’s reaction. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, but I couldn’t control it. I disliked being this helpless.

  I closed my eyes, too tired to continue arguing with him. “Will you please leave? You already said what you had to say last night. I don’t need you to make things worse now. Please? Leave.”