Clearing my schedule. C U tomorrow night. Ian
Oh my. OK so this is going to happen again. I'm as nervous as I have ever been in my entire life. Then my phone beeps again.
Aubrey u will not b running away from me again. Ian
Whoa buddy, back the train up.
Just fun and sex. No relationship. GOT IT!!! Aubrey
Is it too late to back out now? It's not, but I really do want to see him. I am absolutely randy as Mags would say. Another text.
We'll talk tomorrow!!!! Ian
Oh yes we will, Mr. Brady, oh yes we will.
I told Mags about Ian's reaction to Ethan and she advised that I don't tell him about Ethan working for me just yet. "Best not let him get his knickers in a bunch." I laughed at how true it was. Ian's knickers were bunched over Ethan.
I had no idea when he would arrive because I wasn't going to text him and find out. Don't want to look too eager, although I was.
I paced around my Manhattan apartment eagerly awaiting his arrival. It was past 8:00 pm already. He had only said see you tomorrow night. I texted him my address, but he never told me when his flight was or anything. Mags was visiting her parents in London for the next week which meant Ian and I would have the place to ourselves.
I started a project as soon as I got back; building a spa identical to the one in the hotel in Vegas. All I had accomplished was telling the idea to my architect, because I was having a hard time concentrating on anything other than Ian. I decided to work on some e-mails to take my mind off of the nerve racking wait. Frances had sent me the contracts for Bradson Security Inc, and seeing Ian's name in bold print was not helping my anxiousness.
After about an hour of answering emails, my eyes were growing very tired. I was just thinking about getting a glass of wine, taking a bath, and going to bed when the doorbell rang. Holy shit, is it him?
Opening the door, I am greeted by those deep blues. Ian steps into the room, drops his bag on the floor before he kicks the door shut, and grabs me in his arms. I am up in his embrace, my legs wrapped around his waist, his lips bruising mine with his very needy, very hungry kiss.
"Oh.....fuck did I miss you," he growls. “Where’s your bedroom?”
"Ian," I breathe trying to catch my breath as he breaks the kiss. I point to the room and am trembling all over as he lays me on the bed. He makes light work of pulling my shirt over my head then unbuttons my jeans and has them slid off of me in seconds.
"I have missed this sight so much." He groans in his low sexy voice that makes me quiver and I feel the wetness between my legs. I realize quickly that I have missed this very much, too. I watch him pull off his t-shirt and take in the magnificent sight of his muscular, toned, gorgeous body. Yes that's it, that's what I have been dreaming about. He pulls off his jeans and I see the bulge in his boxers before he crawls back on the bed.
Ian stares at me with his deep blues. I am aching for him. Aching for him to touch me, aching to touch him, and aching for him do be deep inside me. He takes my lips again pushing his tongue between my lips searching inside me like he is trying to crawl in. His hands are everywhere; over my breasts, then to my sides, and down to my ass.
"Ian, please," I moan into his throat as he unclasps my bra. His lips travel down my neck to my breast where he starts circling my nipple with his velvet tongue. I arch into him as his teeth graze over the hard bud. He moves down my belly licking, sucking, and kissing as he goes until he reaches my black lacy thong.
His fingers graze the top of my thong then slide them down. I lift my hips to aid him pulling them off. "Oh God, baby," he growls, voice vibrating through me as he starts to lick and suck on my clit. His tongue thrusts into my center and I writhe beneath him in total ecstasy. I grab his head and run my fingers through his hair as he brings me to the edge and back. "Say it, baby," he groans. "You. Are. Mine. Say it," he demands.
"I'm yours," I shout. "I'm so fucking yours!" My orgasm hits me like a train, then I feel his finger inside me as I spasm grinding against him.
"Oh my God!" I scream as he crawls on top of me showing me his dimpled smile, which almost makes me come again. I grab his face with my hands and bring him to me. He kisses me, forcing his tongue in my mouth and I taste myself mixed with him. God he is such an amazing kisser.
His erection is grinding against my hip. I wrap my legs around his waist grasping at his boxers wanting them off, wanting him inside me.
"I want you....so fucking bad." His deep blues cut right to my soul.
"You have me, now take me goddamn it." I buck my hips to meet him. He slides off his boxers and rips a condom open.
"I'm going to take you and I am going to take you hard. Are you ready?" he says repositioning himself between my legs, grabbing one of my legs and wrapping it around his waist.
"Yes, please now." I'm desperate for it and he knows it. He groans as he plunges into me all the way and I claw at his back, screaming at the invasion. I feel like I am going to split in two.
"You feel so good....you are so beautiful baby." His eyes never leave mine as he thrusts into me. "I'm going to come, are you close?" Hell yes I'm close.
"Yes baby, give it to me," I scream as my second orgasm rocks through me. I feel Ian let go, my insides are squeezing at him and he moans a low animal growl. He relaxes into me burying his face in my hair. As I breathe him in I start to remember what I said to him.
The dirty little dog can get me to say things that I would not normally say.
Ian brings his eyes to mine and kisses my nose tenderly.
"Hi," he says with his dimpled smile. God he is so cute.
"Hi yourself. That was quite the ‘Hello, how have you been, Aubrey?’" I tease.
He rolls off of me and discards the condom before I'm engulfed in his arms. Being so sleep deprived I relax into him and drift off, feeling completely satisfied and comfortable in his arms.
Chapter 9
IAN
I'm awakened in the middle of the night by a buzzing vibration going on and off on the bedside table. It's Aubrey's phone, but she is nowhere to be found. There is light streaming from under the bathroom door and I hear some water running. I grab her phone and see Rex light up the caller ID. Who the fuck is Rex, and why is he calling Aubrey at this hour?
Without thought I answer the phone. "Hello?"
There's a moment of silence before I hear Rex finally say, "Who the fuck is this?” "Where's Aubrey, and why are you answering her phone?" His voice is getting higher and angrier, which get's my hair up.
"She's in the bathroom," I tell him, getting defensive fast. Who the hell are you, and why are you calling my girl in the middle of the night?
"Well give her the damn phone. I called to talk to my girl not you."
Your girl, your fucking girl! I sit up in bed, and try to keep my calm. Aubrey steps out of the bathroom wearing my shirt. Take that Rex, my girl is wearing my shirt. God she looks sexy in my clothes. She smiles at me and I hand her the phone.
"Someone named Rex is on the phone, and is very angry." She rolls her eyes, takes the phone from my hands, and crawls onto the bed sitting on her knees. Even sitting there all sleepy with her hair messed up she’s beautiful.
"Hey," she says to Rex in a low, sweet voice. I don't like it. "Who the hell was that and why is he answering you phone baby girl?" He's shouting so loud I can hear every word he is saying. My body tenses and I fill my fists clenching the sheets.
"It's Ian, and please stop shouting." Yes Rex stop shouting at MY GIRL. He does because I can't hear his reply. "I haven't gotten any calls, Rex, or voicemails from you," she answers his question, so he's been trying to reach her. "Yeah, you know the reception is bad there." OK, so he is somewhere with bad cell reception, hopefully the bottom of the ocean. "I'll explain later," she says as she chances a glance at me. Shit, she doesn't want to say something to him in front of me. "Yes I know, talk to you later OK. Yeah, me too. Bye."
She puts her phone on the table, sighs lightly and
looks down. A strand of her hair has fallen down into her face and she tucks it behind her ear, cocking her head sideways to look at me. She's breath taking as she gives me a small smile but doesn't say anything. She leans forward on her hands and starts a slow sexy crawl towards me.
She swings one leg over my hips sitting astride my lap. Wrapping her hands around my neck she brings her lips to me placing feather light kisses up my throat until she reaches my ear. She tugs gently on my ear lobe instantly making me hard. Her smell, her skin, it's all so much. Even though I am hard as a rock with her sweet lips on me and her soft legs around me, I have to know, but since she is not offering up any information about the phone call she just received in the middle of the night, I will. I wrap my arms around her waist to keep calm, because I don't want to blow my top.
"Who was that?"
"Rex," she whispers, her lips still by my ear. Hell no! Nothing’s worse than hearing the girl you're in love with whisper another guys name sexily in your ear. Did I just think IN LOVE, what the hell Ian? OK, push that back for now and chalk it up to great sex. I grab her arms pushing her back so she is looking at me. She instantly shoves her bottom lip out in a pout.
"I was enjoying that,”she says, “You smell and taste amazing,” then tries to go back to licking and kissing my neck. Later baby, I promise. I love how much you love doing that.
"OK, I got that it was REX, kind of hard not to have picked that up. Who is Rex?" She looks annoyed and puts her arms down at her sides.
"He's my friend. One of my best friends actually, next to Mags that is." She's picking at the sheets with her thumb and forefinger, and sets her butt back so she is sitting on my thighs.
"And why is he calling you so late?" Come on, baby, give me something here that makes me feel better about this.
"Because he is in camp in Colorado, and it is not that late for him. He calls when he can get reception." She is getting her guard up, and to make matters worse, every question I ask her she answers short with no elaboration. I work in security, and people do that when they don't want to talk about something. Not only that, but every question gets her a little farther from me. She's rolled off my thighs and is now sitting next to me with her legs tucked under her. She is chewing on her thumbnail barely looking at me.
"OK. So your best friend, Rex, is in a camp in Colorado. What exactly does that mean?"
"Football camp, he’s in training. He plays for the Denver Broncos," she sighs again. I can tell she hates every minute of the interrogation, but damn if this isn't the worst news for me.
"Do you mean Rex Olsen?" She nods yes. "So Rex Olsen, People magazines sexiest man of the year and most eligible bachelor, is your best friend?" Fuck does this hurt. It's like a knife in the gut and the heart. I have never felt this before, and I think it's insane jealousy.
"Yes, Ian." She is getting mad now.
"So how did you meet Mr. Sexy man of the year, pro football player?" Please don't tell me you fucked him, please don't tell me that.
"He was my high school boyfriend, and I broke up with him. Why the third degree here?" Oh great, so yeah she fucked him, probably many times. Great, great, great. Her high school boyfriend was Rex Olsen, of course. Why does that surprise me? Look at her. She could have anyone she wants.
"There's nothing going on anymore?"
"Do you really think I would be in bed with you if there was? Geez, thanks." She's off the bed now and pacing. Damn she's cute when she's mad, but I don't like that she is mad at me. Knife in heart twisting.
"He doesn't want anything from you?" Why don't you stop already you stupid idiot? But she hesitates, she won't look at me. Shit, shit, shit.
"It doesn't matter what he wants. Rex is not the one woman kind of guy. We're friends, and that is it." Her cheeks are flush with anger as she shouts at the wall still not looking at me. "Look it is none of your business anyway."
"None of my business? None of business?" I am shouting now. "You're now very much my business, and I'm sorry, but I don't like you talking to Rex." What the hell are you saying man, you're scaring the shit out of her. I can't see straight I am so jealous.
"We are not in a relationship, Ian. This is why I don't want one. People try to change people in relationships, and I'm not changing. Rex and I share a bond and there is nothing you can do or say that will ever make me stop being friends with him." Knife twisting some more. She's staring at me now with those big, beautiful green eyes, and they are mad. "I think you need to stay in the guest room." She walks out of the bedroom still wearing nothing but my shirt. I get up throwing on my jeans not even bothering with my boxers. She's in the living room pointing to a hallway on the opposite side.
"The guest room is down that hall," she says with a huff before turning on her heels and going in her room. "It's too bad really. I was about to ride your cock long and hard before you ruined everything." She turns giving me a smirk, then grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over her head revealing her amazing, gorgeous, naked body to me before she throws it at me and slams the bedroom door. She is gone.
That went well, Ian. You really are a stupid idoit. Not to mention I am hard as rock with the reason for the erection locked behind a door, and she has no interest in being near me right now.
I sit on the couch and call Sam.
"I hope you have a very good reason for calling me this late dude." Sam answers my call.
"I need you to find out everything you can on Rex Olsen."
"Rex Olsen, as in the Bronco's Rex Olsen?"
"Yes that one. I want everything back to when he was born, anything you can find." There's something else going on than just friends. Guys are not like that with ex-girlfriends and girls are not like that with ex-boyfriends, especially ones like Rex Olsen, who has a different super model on his arm every week. Like she said, they have a bond and I need to know what that bond is.
"Are you going to tell me why I am doing this? Does it have anything to do with your recent mood or your last minute drop everything trip to New York?" Just like me, Sam is very good at his job and reading people. He's known something’s been up since I got back from Vegas. I'm silent though, what am I supposed to say? That I am head over heels for a woman who seems like she feels the same way sometimes, but then changes and puts up her guard and shuts me down faster than a blink of an eye? That this particular woman has made me feel things I have never felt, and thought I never would?
"It's a woman, isn't it? You've met someone haven't you? You don't have to tell me, I already know. Whoever she is, I can't wait to meet the girl that has you tripping over your tongue. Never thought I’d see it bro." See he's good, he hit the nail right directly on the head.
"Will you just do as I asked you please, and let me know?"
"No denial, so I'm right." He seems very satisfied with himself.
"Jesus man, what am I going to do?" I can't see straight, and all I want to do right now is knock down that fucking door and take Aubrey in every way.
"One day at a time, mate. Try and keep your cool. Nothing scares off a woman more than an insanely jealous caveman." Yep, nail on the head. "I'll see what I can find on one Mr. Olsen, and I will see you in a couple days. My flight is in the afternoon and I should arrive there around 9:00 Tuesday night. The meeting is still Wednesday, right?"
"Yeah," I sigh.
"Will I be meeting your girl?"
"Oh you'll be meeting her, and I hope to God she is my girl by then."
Chapter 10
AUBREY
I’m pacing around the room steaming mad. Who the hell does he think he is? Yeah I said the words I was his, but during sex. That doesn't count. Not only that, but to pull all that possessive caveman shit and have the gall to tell me who I can and can't talk to. Rex and I shared something that changed both our lives, and he will always be in my life. If Ian Brady didn't like it, he could use the door. But goddamn if I still wasn't horny as hell right now, not to mention I didn't want him to go out that door.
Maybe
someday I will share with him what happened so many years ago, and hope he'd understand. But he didn't deserve to know, not now. Rex and I were the only ones who knew. I have never met anyone that I felt like telling anyway. I had come close to telling Mags once, but didn't. It was Rex and my story to tell and we decided a long time ago that we would tell our story only when it felt right. I know he's never told anyone, because he would tell me if he did. He has never met Ian, and from what I got so far the two of them were not going to be friends.
I would never share my biggest, darkest secret with someone that I didn't love completely and with all my heart.
I hear talking outside my room. It’s Ian, but I don't hear any other voices so I assume he's on the phone. I am secretly hoping he’s not trying to find a hotel room right now. Even though I'm mad I really don't want him leaving, but knowing he is near also makes me even more horny and desperate for his touch. Desperate to touch him, I head to the door and listen. I don't hear him talking anymore and I wonder if he went to bed.
I open the door a crack and see the room is dark. I walk into the living room and look down the hallway. There’s light coming from under the guestroom’s door. He's still here, I smile to myself. I can still smell him on me, and I'm suddenly very angry at myself for throwing his shirt at him.
I liked it on me more than this lingerie silk lace nighty. It smelled so much of him and it was intoxicating having it brush against my skin. I look around the room and see it lying where I had thrown it.
Crawling on the couch, I bring the shirt up to my nose and inhale deeply. I lie down with his shirt bunched under my head and curve my legs under me enjoying the coolness of the couch against my skin through the silk. I bury my face in his shirt, and before I know it I'm drifting off to sleep.
I awake, what must be, a couple hours later. It’s early morning, as it is still dark out, but not midnight dark. Something warm and soft is on top of me and I move to feel a fleece throw is now covering me. I inhale and smell Ian stronger than ever. Sitting up thinking I should go back to my bed, I turn and see Ian sound asleep in the chair next to me. His long legs are stretched out on the ottoman, and he only has on some gray sweatpants. Damn he's an amazing specimen of a man.
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