by Celia Aaron
“You going to come, Goldy? I’ll let you set the pace. You come, and I’ m going to fill your ass with cum.” He kept rocking into me and playing with my clit as I panted into the bed.
When he dragged his index finger across me and began rubbing hard against my sensitive nub, my body shattered and I screamed my orgasm into the comforter. I froze as my walls contracted and I rocketed into the sky, sending sparks showering down in my wake.
“Fuck!” he cried and gripped my hip hard as he surged into my ass. He came deep inside, his spend coating me as my ass and pussy shuddered at the pure bliss he’d elicited. He thrust until he collapsed onto my back. I sank beneath him, my legs spreading as my hips met the bed.
He was breathing hard, his hard chest pressing into my back as he sucked in gulps of air. I was utterly sated, worn out. I had never had so much sex – much less great sex – in all my life.
Jericho pulled out from my ass, wetness running out and onto the bed, and rolled onto his side next to me. He pulled me into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around me. I rested my head in the crook of his neck. I inhaled his scent, like soap and something spicier. He stroked my hair, tangling his fingers in the strands before smoothing them out.
“Thanks, Goldy,” he whispered in my ear.
I fell asleep in his arms, where I’d wanted to be ever since the first moment we met.
***
I woke to the sound of a door slamming. Bleary-eyed, I looked at my alarm clock. It was just after eleven on Sunday morning. Shit.
I was supposed to pick Todd up at the airport at ten. I jumped out of bed, sore in all the right places from my night with Jericho. I threw on a t-shirt, panties, and shorts, before toileting and dashing into the living room.
Todd’s roller bag and satchel were next to the couch. I let out a sigh of relief. Either Garrett had picked him up or he’d taken a cab – either way, he wasn’t waiting at the airport for me and getting super pissed off every minute I didn’t show.
I heard voices coming from his room. His door was closed. Maybe he and Garrett were talking about what a dolt I was for being late? I crept to the door, not wanting to get a dose of Todd’s wrath until absolutely necessary. After a moment, I could tell it was Todd and Jericho.
“Why not?” Todd asked.
An unintelligible reply from Jericho.
“Since when?”
“Just recently.”
“So, now it’s over?”
I fidgeted from one foot to the other. What were they talking about?
“Yeah, man. It’s not like it was ever, you know, a thing, anyway,” Jericho said.
“Maybe not to you.” Todd’s voice rose.
“Come on, man. It was just a one-time drunken thing.” Jericho’s voice was tender yet firm.
Holy shit. Were they talking about what I think they were talking about?
“Fine. If you say so.”
“No, Todd, I mean it.”
“I don’t believe you.”
There was some sort of a scuffle. I couldn’t wait outside anymore. I had to know what was going on. I pushed the door open. It swung inward on silent hinges.
What I saw broke my full heart into a million empty pieces.
Jericho and Todd locked in a kiss.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jericho
Shit. I broke the kiss Todd had planted on me in time to see Renna running across the living room to her door. I pushed Todd away and he landed on his bed.
“I-I’m sorry. I just thought maybe you felt the way about me that I—”
“I don’t, Todd. I’m sorry. You’re like a brother to me.” I didn’t know how else to explain it to him.
He took one night six months ago and turned it into an infatuation that grew to an unbearable degree. I had been drunk, lonely, and just dumb enough to let Todd suck me off. I hadn’t really enjoyed it and told Todd that it was a mistake. He’d agreed to put it behind us, but then he would pull stuff like this. And now he’d done it in front of Renna.
Todd put his head in his hands. I wanted to comfort him, but explaining to Renna took precedence. I took off after her but stopped at her closed door. The lock was broken. All I had to do was turn the knob and push it open. I didn’t. I knocked.
“Go away.” Her voice was muffled and had the throaty sound of tears. It was like a splinter in my heart.
“Look, Renna. It’s not what it looked like. Well, I mean, yes, Todd kissed me. . .” I ran a hand through my hair while I tried to figure out how best to explain it. “But we aren’t a thing. We’ve never been a thing. We never will be a thing.”
My last sentence was punctuated by Todd slamming his door. Great, now both of them are pissed at me.
“Why were you kissing him?” Her voice was so quiet I barely heard it.
I took a deep breath and spilled my secret. I assured her it had been nothing more than a drunken mistake. I’d never been particularly attracted to men. Then again, I’d never been particularly attracted to any certain woman, not until Renna.
“So you and Todd, y-y-you—”
“Are not a thing.” I bounced my forehead on her door, wishing I could see her, hold her.
Something shattered in Todd’s room.
“I think you should leave,” Renna said. Her words ripped my heart in two.
“Are you sure?” I hesitated. I wanted to tell her I loved her, that it had always been her, really, and that the mistake with Todd had more to do with her than anything else. Todd and Renna had the same hair, the same eyes. They were very different personality-wise, but to a drunken idiot like I was, I took Todd’s offer and imagined Renna the whole time. I couldn’t say those things, not where Todd could hear.
“Just go.” Her command ended on a sob.
I hit my palm on her doorframe, wishing she would reconsider. Her tears were killing me. But in the end, I respected her wishes and left.
Every step back to my dorm was an acute torture. I collapsed onto my bed and stared into nothing, my thoughts completely consumed with her, with the pain I’d caused her. I’d been a selfish dickbag. I realized it. Would she ever let me make it up to her?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Renna
I zipped my jacket up a bit higher against the cool wind. The stadium lights were almost blinding for the season opener and the music pumped through the crowd. Todd had arranged some choice seats right behind the bench for my parents and me. I glanced over to the raucous student section and couldn’t be happier at our placement.
The players milled around in front of us, the anticipation of kickoff heavy in the air.
“Garrett won’t stop talking about the NFL. I think it’s a pipe dream. He needs to buckle down and get his degree first. Do you think Todd will go pro?” The family sitting next to us had a son on the team, as well. My dad and Garrett’s father launched into college versus NFL talk.
I switched places and stood arm to arm with my mom. Three girls stood behind us, giggling and smelling of vodka. They had obviously pre-gamed hard.
I should have been focused on Todd. I should have turned around and given the silly coeds a mean look. Instead, my eyes kept going back to the 12 jersey – Jericho. He stood talking to the coach. His helmet was still off, his dark hair ruffling in the chilly breeze. I closed my eyes, but he was still there. His body, his look of male satisfaction, all of it had haunted me in the week since I’d found him with Todd.
After Jericho had left that night, Todd had sat me down and explained that he’d been mistaken, that he’d tried to make Jericho be something he wasn’t. We’d cried on each other’s shoulders about the whole situation, and come through even stronger on the other side. He’d cautioned me to go easy on Jericho, but the image of them kissing was a barb in my heart.
Now, though, as I watched Jericho trot out to the center of the field for the coin toss, the barb stung less. Just seeing him was somehow a balm. Music poured over the speakers, a heavy, deep beat to get the fans going. When the referee
announced that our team won the toss, the stands went up in a tornado of sound.
Jericho ran back toward the bench, toward me. Todd was at his elbow and looked up into the crowd right where we stood. I raised my hand in a wave, and Todd returned it.
Jericho followed Todd’s line of sight. When his green eyes met mine, even at that distance, my knees weakened. He was a heartbreaker, so gorgeous it was almost ruthless. Who could say no to that? I never had been able to.
“—later tonight, after the game. I expect to be climbing him like a jungle gym.” One of the gigglers behind me was talking a big game about some meathead, no doubt.
“Jericho? Do you know him?” another asked.
I stiffened.
“Yeah, we have a class together. I talked to him yesterday, in fact. He didn’t ask me out. Not yet anyway. But I’m going to get a taste, girls. Just wait and see.” She cackled.
I finally broke my gaze from number 12 and turned around to give the bitches behind me the harshest death stare I could manage.
“What the fuck is your problem?” one asked. She was the ringleader, a long-haired brunette who was wearing a top so low cut I swore I saw areola even from my lower position.
“Renna, sweetheart, what’s the matter with you?” Mom asked and put an arm around me, pulling me so I was facing forward again. She was covered in head to toe with team attire.
I wanted to push her arm off, climb over the seats, and do my best to start a brawl. And then I knew I had lost my mind altogether. The girls behind me snickered so loudly I could hear them over the rising tide of sound as the players lined up for the initial kickoff.
“Renna, is it Jericho?” Mom whispered in my ear.
She knew. Somehow, my mom knew things about me before I ever did.
I nodded. She squeezed me into her side. “I’ll fight you for him.”
Another round of cackles rang out behind us.
My mom turned around. “If you girls don’t shut the hell up, I’ll have security escort you out. Try me, girls.” She used her teacher tone, usually only reserved for the worst of her high school students. She meant business.
Holy shit.
Dad gave me a look as Mom turned back around. After a small amount of grumbling, the girls quieted down.
I laughed, my earlier tension fading away as Mom snuggled me into her side.
“You’re sort of scary, Mom.”
“Thanks, honey. I don’t like anyone trying to move in on one of our men. What’s ours is ours.”
I could have fallen over. My mom, the possessive bruiser. Who would have thought it? I shook my head and focused on the game.
I kept my eye on Jericho as the ball sailed into our possession during the kickoff. I watched every play, every pass, every moment he stood on the sidelines or talked to Todd or the coach. Every so often I would know he was watching me, too. My skin warmed even in the blustery air.
He was still my HardcoreDom, and I wanted nothing more than to be his just right Goldilocks.
CHAPTER NINE
Jericho
I walked into the suite and flicked the lights on. Todd jumped off the couch though Garrett didn’t move. His dick was out and there was a big grin on his face.
“Too much, guys.” I shielded my eyes as I walked to Renna’s door.
“Garrett, I told you we should go to my room.” Todd dragged Garrett up and shooed him out of the common area. Todd gave me a little salute and a wicked smile before shutting his door.
In the days since our blow-up, the sibling rivalry between Renna and Todd had eventually calmed down to a steady truce. I’d stayed away, despite my burning need to see Renna. She’d made it clear that she needed space, so I gave it to her.
The team had won our opening game, Todd and I falling into the easy rhythm that made us such a good pair. The offensive line had been a well-oiled machine, and I knew we would dominate our schedule and make the playoffs. Renna had been there, but far away in the stands. I could feel her watching me, her gaze like another man on the field helping us move on toward victory.
Classes were going well, even though I had to give the brush off to one particularly eager brunette in my Spanish class. Everything had gotten back to normal as the weather cooled and the semester resumed its full swing.
The only piece missing was Renna – and she was a huge fucking piece. I didn’t ask Todd about her. I didn’t want to reopen the wound. The whole misunderstanding was still an invisible divide between Todd and me, though the distance it created was closing with time.
Renna took up all of my thoughts, all of my waking moments. I masturbated to her, dreamed of her, and instead of listening during my classes, thought about her. I was afraid she would move on, that she would find someone new. If that ever happened, I would track down her new lover and put a hurting on him the likes of which he’d never seen. I didn’t give two shits if it would get me kicked off the team or worse. I may have been giving her the requested space, but she was still mine and mine alone.
After a week and a half of silence, I was surprised to see a message from Goldilocks pop up in my inbox.
Dear HardcoreDom,
I’ve missed you quite a bit. Though you were naughty, I’ve forgiven you. Here’s a video to tide you over. I’ll be home tonight at 8 p.m. if you’d like to review the film in person.
Goldy
I opened the attached file. It was an image of her ass and pussy. The golden toy was snugged inside her and her fingers worked her pink skin. Before long, cries of “Jericho” pealed from her lips. I came in my jeans. I had never done that before, but Renna’s little exhibitionist video had pushed me further than I even thought possible.
Of course, I’d counted the hours until 8 p.m. I’d had to take two cold showers to calm my raging erection. My cock got carried away at even the hint of seeing her again, much less during my multiple re-watches of her video.
Now, in front of her bedroom door, I was nervous, far more nervous than I had been when I’d shown up as HardcoreDom. This time, it was just me, Jericho, begging her to take me back. I raised a sweaty hand and knocked.
“Come in.” Her voice was a purr, causing something in my brain to short circuit entirely. I wanted her to purr like that again when I was balls deep inside her.
I pushed the door open and had trouble catching my breath.
Renna was naked except for a collar at her throat in my team colors. She’d clamped her plump nipples. Her legs were spread wide and her pussy was already wet, ready for me.
“I’m wide open for a touchdown, QB. Do you think you can make it into the end zone?” Her voice was a tease. I barely comprehended her. My view was filled with everything I wanted, and I was in my own, private heaven.
I slammed the door behind me, stripped, and climbed on top of her. I sank my cock deep inside her as she moaned her approval.
I licked her sweet lips. “Keep your eyes on the scoreboard Goldy, because I’m about to light it the fuck up.”
Counsellor
Acquisition Series, Book One
By Celia Aaron
In the heart of Louisiana, the most powerful people in the South live behind elegant gates, mossy trees, and pleasant masks. Once every ten years, the pretense falls away and a tournament is held to determine who will rule them. The Acquisition is a crucible for the Southern nobility, a love letter written to a time when barbarism was enshrined as law.
Now, Sinclair Vinemont is in the running to claim the prize. There is only one way to win, and he has the key to do it—Stella Rousseau, his Acquisition. To save her father, Stella has agreed to become Sinclair's slave for one year. Though she is at the mercy of the cold, treacherous Vinemont, Stella will not go willingly into darkness.
As Sinclair and Stella battle against each other and the clock, only one thing is certain: The Acquisition always ends in blood.
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