If he was, I could dress and leave and not have to do the walk of shame in the morning past the security guard.
Instead, I would be doing the walk of shame in the middle of the night past the security guard. That was no better. I had to work tomorrow. Maybe I could sneak out when the front desk guards switched shifts in the morning.
I quietly opened the bathroom door. He was sitting up in the middle of bed, watching, waiting.
No escape now.
“Aaron, why are you sitting in the middle of the bed?”
“I didn't know what side you like to sleep on.” That sheepish grin… Those glowing eyes… As sore as I was, I was responding to his naked body on the bed and I ached to be pummelled by him again.
What was wrong with my brain? Did it no longer register pain at the sight of my wolf in sheep’s clothing—minus the clothing?
“I like to sleep in the middle, however, I tend to roll over to my left.” I answered him. “You?”
“I sleep on the right.” He slid over and turned down the comforter. He patted the bed, signalling me to join him the way he had the first morning he woke up in my bed—the morning I found out who he was.
That had not changed. He was still the son of the man who owned the company I worked for. This was exactly what we agreed to—a pity fuck, and then I would go home in the morning and we would continue as friends.
His bed was soft and warm, and lying in his arms I felt protected, wanted. Feelings did not play a part in this, I reminded myself. This was sex—mind-blowing, primal, caveman, growling sex—and I loved every minute of it.
“Kitten, why don’t you drink?”
I groaned inwardly. This was why I didn't do relationships. He was going to want answers for questions I didn’t want him to ask.
I would give him this one in return for him giving me the answer I had sought about his parentage.
“After my mom passed, my dad became a drunk—a mean, verbally-abuse-your-children, drunk.” I had forgiven my father, but still heard the bitterness in my statement.
“Fuck, Katie, did he hit you?” He pulled me into him tighter, like he was trying to take my pain away. This was not supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to let him in.
I shifted slightly, giving myself a little wiggle room.
“I was young, but I do know that Braden took the brunt of it for all of us.” Instead of pulling me back to him, he shifted to me.
This time I didn't pull away.
“He got help, and things got better. Braden kept us together. He was older. Of all of us, it took me the longest to forgive him. I sighed. “To answer your question, I don't drink because it is a scientific fact that children of alcoholics are prone to falling into the same pattern, so why tempt fate?”
“How old were you when you lost your mother?”
Fudge sticks, he was going to do this, wasn’t he? If he wanted to play twenty questions, he had better be prepared to give some answers himself.
“My mother died of ovarian cancer when I was sixteen.” My turn, but would he bite? “How did you lose your mother?”
He held me tight. I feared if he squeezed me any more I would suffocate. “My mother,” he paused, “died of ovarian cancer, too.”
“Aaron, you’re kind of crushing me.”
“Oh, my God, Katie, I’m so sorry.” He released me, slightly. “I’ve never talked about my mother with anyone before.”
“We don't have to talk anymore if you don't want to.” Hopefully that would end the questions.
Nope.
“Did you know that Richard and Esther were having trouble having children?”
“No, I don't know much about the Van de Graafs’ personal business. I grew up here. I knew of the family and I know them a little better since I went to work for them. Then there’s Mackenzie. She took a liking to me, like a little sister, but no, I didn't know.”
I was babbling. I knew it, but I did not want him to think I was gossiping, especially if he was going to confide in me.
“My mother worked for Richard Sr’s father. If Richard couldn't produce an heir, he risked not being left in charge of the company.”
“That was cruel of his father.” What kind of father gives their son an ultimatum about having children in order to be considered responsible?
“Esther left Richard and told him to find a wife who could give him an heir. My mother was ten years older than Richard. She was thirty-nine and wanted a child. She seduced Richard at his lowest point.”
I had no idea how to respond, how to comfort him. This was where my age showed. I did not have enough life experience to understand his pain. I turned to face him. All I could do was let him know I was there for him—for tonight, at least.
“Esther found out she was pregnant with twins, and she and Richard reconciled. Then my mother found out she was pregnant.”
Wait, if Aaron was the same age as Richard, if they were only one month apart and Richard had recently celebrated his thirtieth birthday, then Aaron should be having a birthday any day now.
What if his birthday had passed and he had to spend it alone? I brushed the hair from his face and kissed him.
He looked so vulnerable. I had examined his beautiful face before, but in this light, he didn't look any older than I was. For all his experience, he looked fragile and lost.
“My mom left without ever telling Richard she was pregnant.” His amber eyes glistened. Did he hate his mother for keeping him away from his father?
“When I was fourteen, I was diagnosed with leukaemia. I had to have a bone marrow transplant. My mother contacted Richard as a last resort. Richard Sr had a son and a daughter, and his son was a match. Richard saved my life.”
My mind was blown. This was more information than I wanted to know. This took personal to a complicated level. He had sucked me in and pulled at my heartstrings.
I felt sorry for his personal trials, but it did not change the fact that we could not have a relationship. I would be a friend. I would let him cry on my shoulder, and I would cry on his—but it had to end there.
“After the donation, my father insisted he and his family have future contact with me. I was old enough to decide that I was not interested. My mother had her reasons for what she did. Only God has the right to judge her. She never took a penny from Richard, and neither did I.”
I continued to listen while stroking his face, a small gesture I hoped helped him conquer his demons. “You seem okay with him now. What changed?” I knew too much not to let him finish now—not without the entire story.
“On her deathbed, my mother made me promise to make contact, to connect, because they were the only family I had left. For years, it was only her and I and she didn't want me to end up alone. She confessed she was afraid I would choose Richard over her if I had a choice, and I was all she had. I didn’t want her to die with that guilt, so I agreed and made good on my promise—to go to church every Sunday and to make peace with Richard.”
“Do you feel better talking about it?” It read like a sad romance novel—girl gets boy, girl loses boy, girl dies.
“To you, yes.” The sentiment did me in. This was about more than sex.
I rolled on top and straddled him. I kissed his eyelids, nibbled on his ears, and then moved to his rock-hard chest. I swirled my tongue around his hard nipples. He tasted salty, and his musky scent infiltrated my nostrils.
He moaned my name and ran his hands through my hair.
“Do you need a distraction?” I wanted to make him forget his pain however I could, if only for a while. Tonight, I would be the giver. I had taken up until now, and he had not asked for anything in return. Now, I willingly wanted to give back.
What had he done to my belly button? I remembered how it tingled straight to my toes. Could I make his toes curl, like he did mine?
I flicked my tongue in and out of his navel, teasing it the way I had his mouth. I sucked on my fingers, wetting them, and plunged into the soft flesh of his belly
button. I applied a small amount of pressure while rotating it. His grunts of appreciation told me I was doing it right.
I moved downward. The first time I had wanted to please him in this way, I panicked. I wanted it to be good for him. For all my protesting, I had taken the time to read about how to give a successful blowjob.
I practiced in front of the mirror, learning to relax my throat so I wouldn't gag. He didn't need a condom for this.
I gauged how wide I would need to open my mouth to wrap it around it his massive shaft. Surprisingly, it slid in easily. I had a bigger mouth than I knew.
I began my ministrations by sliding my mouth up and down slowly the way he had done when he entered me. I would use the same principle to prepare my throat to stretch, for my brain to react to the sensation of his cock in my mouth.
I cupped his balls and ran a fingernail across the underside. His body shivered, and he moaned my name. Now I knew why it turned him on to have me call out his name. My pussy clenched and dripped from the sound.
I placed my hands where my mouth had been.
“Say my name,” I purred, like he had done to me.
“Katie.”
I squeezed his balls and he let out a yelp. “No! Say my name,” I demanded.
“Kitten…”
I released the pressure on his balls. I had all the power; I was in charge. It aroused me to no end. This was new and very empowering. I squeezed him again, and relished in the euphoria of having him scream my name.
“Kitten!” he growled.
The high of having such power, to give such pleasure, that your name was screamed in ecstasy. It was as addictive as the sex he’d introduced me to—maybe more so.
I returned my attention to his cock and pumped with my mouth and my hands. I gritted my teeth and dragged them along the tip of his shaft. I squeezed and teased his balls. He was hard and big, and I took him all the way to the back of my throat.
I needed to came up for air and used my hands to keep the momentum. I didn’t want him to lose his hardness.
“Kitten, I can't,” he panted.
“Then don't. Let it go. I want all of it.” I wanted all of him. I salivated at the chance to taste him like he had tasted me. I would not let him deny me that. Tonight was going to be our last time together like this. I was not leaving without it.
I returned my mouth and vigorously worked him. I needed to finish him off before he came to his senses and changed his mind. And then it came… He erupted into my mouth and I swallowed. I sucked until I was sure he was empty, until there was no more to have. It was sticky and sweet like warm maple syrup.
I had lied. I did like sticky and sweet. I liked it very much.
I returned to my place beside him on the bed and cuddled against his heaving chest until his breathing returned to normal.
“Was that okay?” I asked, craving his approval. Despite my previous attempts at giving a blowjob, this was the first time I had succeeded.
“It was better than okay. It was best damn blowjob I’ve ever had.” His voice was trembling from his orgasm.
I was pleased he enjoyed it. He brought his mouth to mine, kissed me passionately, and cocooned me against his chest. I remembered how easy it was to fall asleep in his arms the first time.
Tonight, I would sleep in his arms. Tomorrow I would find a way to make him understand that it was sex, nothing more. He would understand that. Men understood sex, right? It was in their DNA. It was going to be easy. Let him make me coffee, say goodbye, and leave it at the door.
That was our deal, sealed with a kiss.
I let out a sigh of relief, comfortably snuggled in the warmth of him. I assumed he was asleep. His breathing was soothing… calming.
“I love you, kitten,” he whispered.
Fudge sticks! Why did he have to go and ruin everything?
Chapter 17
Aaron
In the morning I concluded confiding in her was the right thing to do. Especially after what I revealed at the grief counselling meeting, I couldn't have her thinking less of the Van de Graaf’s. She had to be wondering why it took Richard a long time to acknowledge my existence. It must have thrown her to think Esther would welcome me so wholeheartedly, knowing my mother had slept with her husband.
I hadn’t slept this soundly since the last time we were together.
I told her I loved her.
My only wish this morning was that she didn't run from me. I changed the deal. I could not leave it at the door. I knew this before I accepted her bargain. Now I needed her to accept how unrealistic her expectations were.
I nuzzled the nape of her neck. “Are you awake?”
“I am now,” she yawned. “What time is it?”
“Seven. It’s early yet.” I ran my hands along her curves, her beautiful luscious curves. I remembered them from the first night we spend together. I was about to find out how good my memory was.
“How early do you have to be at work?” It was Black Friday. The main office may have been closed for the long weekend, but The Boutique and The Upstairs were a different story.
“My first VIP is at ten. I have time to stay for coffee, and then I need to get home to shower and change.”
I stroked the lines of her body and cupped her breast. She giggled and slapped my hands. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to offer to pay me to stay in bed with you again. Didn't you already learn your lesson?” She pulled away and took the sheet with her, covering her body.
I held tight to the sheet and watched as it slid off her, leaving her naked in front of me, blushing. “Don't be ashamed of your beautiful curves, kitten. I wish you understood how beautiful you truly are.”
I pounced on her, pulling her back onto the bed. I wanted her to feel beautiful. Hell, I just wanted her—to be inside her one more time. I did not want to think that when she walked out the door I may never have her again. She was here now, and I was not going to let the opportunity go to waste.
I ravished her mouth, and she responded passionately. She needed to be at work by ten, and she was trusting me to not let her be late. She was gripping tight to my biceps, digging her nails.
She was as hungry for me as I was for her. She raised her knees and her legs fell to the side.
“I want you, Aaron. I feel empty.” She was an anxious little kitten this morning.
“I need to get you ready for me.”
I wanted her too, but I was not willing to hurt her to take care of my own needs.
“This is probably the only time you have ever heard this from a woman, but can you speed up the foreplay? I can help if you like.” She was being playful this morning, and I liked it, but I understood that she had to get to work. If this was going to happen, she was right about speeding things up.
I felt her folds and she was wet—I was halfway there. She had learned to relax, which helped. I reached for the condom and she stopped me.
“You’re clean?” She was smart to ask; many women did not. She knew my past, and she wanted to trust me.
“Yes.” I made sure I got myself tested regularly. I knew that even while using condoms, accidents happen.
“I’m on birth control.”
Had she anticipated this? For all her denial, somewhere deep inside she’d prepared for this. I looked down, and her innocence smacked me across the face. I leaned in and kissed her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want you to make love to me without anything between us. Is that okay?”
Did she think I was afraid to connect with her? I had wanted to fuck her bareback from the beginning. I wanted to feel her completely pure, free of any barrier between us.
She wanted it too, with me.
Her body and mind were beginning to recognize mine. It was becoming easier to enter her tight pussy. I coated her with my precum. It would serve as the lubricant that was missing from not using the condom. I slid in slowly, and she thrust her hips forward, gasping at the invasion.
She wa
s not going to let me take my time with her.
“Let me find my rhythm, kitten, then you can join me. I don't want to hurt you.” She relaxed into the mattress.
Once I got my rhythm, she matched my actions. Thrust for thrust, she bucked and writhed beneath me.
She wasn't sending me to the edge of insanity. She was throwing me off the cliff.
I was going over, but not without taking her with me.
“Slow down, kitten.” I needed to regain control.
She wasn't listening. She was pushing harder, faster… If I didn't stop her soon, this was going to be over. I reached down and slapped her delicate pink ass.
She squealed. A look of shock crossed her face, and then her emerald eyes gleamed and she thrust harder. Did she want me to do it again? Did my little kitten enjoy that? She was full of surprises this morning.
“Did you like that, kitten?”
I watched as she licked her bottom lip and nodded. “Yes.”
“No more until you slow it down. I’m not going to come without you.”
“Okay.” She complied and let me take control of the rhythm.
I continued spearing her with my massive cock. I got harder and expanded to the center of her molten core. She began to spasm around my shaft. I had brought her to the edge, and now I wanted her to take the leap of faith with me.
“Come with me, kitten.”
She screamed my name as I was screaming hers.
I waited for her to come down and then I reached over and slapped her perfect ass.
I leaned and whispered in her ear, “That’s all you get—until next time.” If she wanted to be more adventurous, there would have to be a next time. I baited the hook. I just needed her to bite.
“That’s blackmail,” she whined and pouted.
I kissed her pouty lips. “I know. Now get up. I have a surprise for you.”
I got out of bed and opened my closet to reveal women’s clothing. “Now you can shower and change here while I make you breakfast.”
“You were that sure you were going to get me into your bed?” She gave me a wicked grin.
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