Aaron's Patience

by Tiffany Patterson

  “I’m sorry, Pa-Mrs. Townsend, but the position has been filled,” she stated formally.

  My back went erect. I’d never shared with Moira my married name. In fact, I’d made sure to give Moira my maiden name, in person and on the job application.

  “The position has been filled,” I repeated. “But just Friday I was told, by you, that I was chosen as the new librarian. What’s changed?”

  Moira’s eyes bulged slightly. “Well, it seems as though there was a bit of a mix up.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, the candidate we interviewed last week just prior to your interview had been selected but I hadn’t been informed.”

  “You’re the head librarian. Don’t you make the decisions as to who fills the job openings?”

  “I-I do but this time the decision was over my head.”

  “Over your head,” I repeated again, rolling the words around in my mouth.

  “Yes. Look, Mrs. Townsend, I’m sure this will be just a minor setback for you. With your education and experience, any library branch would be happy to have you. If you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend.”

  I stepped back from the counter and watched as Moira scurried around the counter and darted toward the back of the library. My eyes narrowed at the obvious anxiety she displayed while talking to me. Not very many people could put that type of fear and worry in others. I knew of one man who had the ability to do that. In fact, I’m married to him.

  With that last thought, I turned and charged through the front doors of the library.

  “Heading home so soon?” my driver, Daniel, questioned.

  “No. We’re headed to Townsend Industries.” I firmly answered, pulling the back door to the SUV shut, slamming it as I got in.

  Chapter Twelve

  Aaron

  “Mr. Townsend, Daniel has informed me that he is headed to Townsend Industries on instructions from your wife.”

  “Have her set up in the lounge room to wait until I am finished with this meeting.”

  “Yes, sir,” Mark answered.

  I grunted, signaling to Mark that I was ending our call, before pressing the end button.

  “Little early for lunch isn’t it?”

  I picked my head up from my phone’s intercom to see Joshua peering at the Rolex on his wrist. It was close to nine-thirty. Any moron could’ve deciphered that Patience wasn’t arriving for lunch.

  I merely stared at my brother for a heartbeat and then turned my attention on the other three men in the room, sitting at the conference table.

  “So it seems that the golf course is trying to play hardball,” I stated, pushing my hands into my pants pockets.

  The three men looked between one another.

  “Seems that way.” Joshua came up on my right side, standing over the table as well. He was the head of the real estate division of Townsend Industries. He’d been in negotiations to purchase a recently shut down golf course to turn it into a luxury home complex. The location was about three hours from Williamsport.

  “What is the hold up, gentlemen?” I inquired.

  “Mr. Townsend, I’m sure your brother has shared with you–”

  “Joshua.”

  He blanched. “Excuse me?”

  “In this office, his name is not my brother. It’s Joshua. Or Mr. Townsend.”

  “Joshua,” he emphasized, “is asking a much lower selling price than what was originally offered.”

  “So, you decided to set up a meeting with me in hopes that I’d convince Joshua to raise the price.”

  Another round of looks between the three men. “Not quite–”

  “Yes, quite,” Joshua began. “You all hoped that somehow bringing a meeting to the CEO of Townsend would convince me to raise the asking price for your failed golf course.”

  I lowered my head, not wanting to reveal the pride I felt hearing Joshua ream out these supposed businessmen.

  “Unfortunately, you failed to do your due diligence. Something I never forget,” Josh continued. He went on to explain precisely why the golf course would not be getting their asking price, in addition to telling them why they would still be selling to Townsend. Because if they didn’t Joshua was fully prepared to file a lawsuit against their company for any number of reasons which would hold up any future sales, costing them more money.

  “It appears that my brother has spoken.” I looked sharply at the man who earlier had try to downplay Joshua’s importance by labeling him earlier. “Now that that’s set–”

  “What the hell is wrong with you?”

  I turned abruptly from the table to my office door where my very pissed off wife stood.

  “Get out.” I turned to peer over my shoulder at the men. “Now!” I seethed.

  I eyed them as the three men scurried out of the room.

  Patience wasted no time brushing past them. At the same time I saw one of my security guards enter behind her, a concerned expression on his face.

  “You son of a bitch!” Patience continued. “It’s not enough you had to ruin my damn life, you couldn’t even let me work in peace!”

  I was instantly pissed. “I ruined your life? You kept my children from me for five years!” I retorted angrily.

  She gave a derisive laugh. “Are you seriously back to that?” She moved forward, hands flailing.

  “Back to it? We never fucking left!”

  “Obviously. Why don’t you go talk to your goddamn fiancée about that? You pompous bastard. And while you’re at it, why don’t you just leave me the hell alone! My life was going just fine without you!” She lunged as if she was about to attack me, but was held back when the huge security guard grabbed her by the waist.

  I saw nothing else. Just his burly hand wrapped around my wife’s body.

  “Take. Your. Goddamn. Hands. Off. My. Fucking. Wife!” I flared, fists clenching at my sides. “Now!” I yelled, stepping forward. A second later, my security guard stood half a foot from my wife. “Get the fuck out!”

  “You’re a goddamned bully!” Patience yelled in my face.

  “And you’re a deceitful liar!” I retorted.

  Her head snapped back. “I’m the liar in this non-relationship?”

  “You went behind my back. Used your maiden name to apply for the job. And never once told me about it.”

  “When?” She threw up her hands. “When was I supposed to tell you about it? During the day when you’re totally consumed by your job, or at night when you go down to your office to work some more?”

  “You had plenty of opportunity to tell me.”

  “And because I didn’t, you acted like a petulant child and went behind my back to get the library to not hire me. But I’m the deceitful liar here?” She pushed me by the shoulders.

  I barely budged.

  “I fucking hate you!” she shouted.

  My fists balled again and I crowded her space, lowering my face to hers. “That’s too damn bad, sweetness.” I held up my hand, bringing the finger that wore my wedding band in between our two faces. “You’re mine!” I gritted out between my teeth.

  Her walnut-toned face screwed up, sepia eyes narrowing. “Not for long,” she retorted, low, but firmly. A second later, she turned sharply, her locs nearly grazing my face, and rushed out of my office, slamming the door.

  Lifting the globe paperweight that sat on my desk, I threw it against the window just next to my door. The glass cracked but didn’t completely shatter, as it was bulletproof. I moved around my desk, picking up my phone to call Daniel.

  He answered on the first ring.

  “Do not take her anywhere except back to the house!” I hung up, not waiting for his reply.

  I needed to leave but I also had to get a grip. I pinched the bridge of my nose and that’s when I heard it. I blinked open my eyes, lifting my head to see Joshua standing by the conference table, laughing.

  “Care to explain what the hell is so funny?”

  “You. The both of you. And me, b
ut mostly, you two.”

  “I don’t do riddles.”

  His laughing reduced to a smirk and he nodded, moving closer to my desk. “I didn’t get it at first.” He shook his head. “She seemed like the sweet, quiet librarian. Not what I imagined your speed to be at all. But that,” he nodded in the direction of the office door my wife had just stormed out of, “was a whole side I didn’t know was there.”

  I wrinkled my forehead at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

  Stepping back from my desk, Joshua nodded. “Yeah, I think you two have a chance.”

  I didn’t have time to question Joshua any further. I had more important matters to tend to, one being my wife, who’d better be at home or all hell would break loose.

  ****

  I burst through the front door, tossing my briefcase to the side, and looked around. The only evidence of Patience were the black pumps she’d had on earlier, that now laid at the foot of the steps. I knew she was there since Daniel still remained outside, having only dropped her off a few minutes prior.

  I charged up the staircase, taking two at a time. I knew where I’d find her, and sure enough, as I entered our bedroom, I found her in a flurry of motion. On our bed was a pile of clothes, haphazardly thrown in a suitcase. A few heartbeats later Patience came charging out of her walk-in closet, more balled up clothes in her arms. She barely glanced at me as she moved to the bed, tossing the clothes in the suitcase.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice low, and tight with anger.

  “The hell does it look like I’m doing? As soon as I’m done packing my things, I’ll pack the children’s.” She turned her back to me as if going to the closet again, only to stop short at the loud crashing sound of the suitcase hitting the wooden dresser.

  My chest heaved, not due to the physical activity of tossing a large suitcase halfway across the room but the idea of her thinking she was going to leave me.

  “You’re insane.”

  “You’ve known that for a very long time.”

  “I’m leaving, Aaron,” she affirmed again, but more cautiously that time around.

  “I wouldn’t say that again if I were you.”

  She took a step back, folding her arms over her chest. “You just want to control everything. I’m not you–”

  “You do remember what happened the last time you said those exact words, right?” The stirring in my cock, which had started when she angrily burst in my office, began to build.

  Her mouth clamped shut and her eyelids fluttered.

  Yeah, she remembered.

  “You don’t want me here. You want to be a father to Kyle and Kennedy? Fine. We can still work out a custody agreement. I won’t keep them from you–”

  “Because I would never let you.”

  She sighed. “But there’s no need for us to be married to co-parent. W-we haven’t even consummated our marriage. It’s a sham.”

  I glowered at my wife, not saying a word. I let my gaze glide over her smooth brown skin, pinched, heart-shaped lips, down to the vein in her neck that had begun beating wildly since I reminded her of where her words would get her. My cock began to throb painfully in my pants. I took a handful of steps backwards to the door, closing and locking it, all without taking my eyes off of her.

  I loosened my tie, completely removing it.

  “Don’t,” she warned.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Patience

  There’re sayings about poking the bear, or awakening the sleeping giant, that perfectly encompassed what I felt in that moment. It wasn’t the way he imposed himself in the doorway, or locked it, making it impossible for anyone to enter, or rather for me to escape. And, it wasn’t even the oh-so-obvious bulge in his pants—the same one that made my nipples ache with need.

  It was the way his hazel eyes darkened to an almost forest green. And the way he held his tie between his two hands, threateningly. I was all too familiar with that tie hold. He’d used it before on me. And why did that sudden memory begin to surface as he took a second and then a third step in my direction?

  “Don’t,” I warned again, backing up.

  No words. He didn’t speak, just kept advancing on me, until my back hit a wall.

  I ignored the weeping of my nether lips in my panties. Instead, I attempted to push at Aaron’s broad chest for the second time that day as he moved closer. The only change in his body was the flaring of his nostrils.

  “It’s time to consummate our marriage,” he stated just before crushing his lips to mine.

  A moan broke free from my lips, escaping into his mouth. That spurred him on, his tongue and lips taking possession…no...ownership of mine. The kiss was meant as his response to my attempted declaration just a few minutes earlier. I was his. He knew it and he made damn sure I knew it.

  My head was lifted a few inches as his hand moved up, covering my throat. My nipples hardened even more, panties now flooding with need for him. For this. He leaned his body into me, his erection pressing into my abdomen. My entire body felt on fire. My clothes were suddenly an unnecessary barrier to what I needed. Aaron must’ve felt the same way because he tore his lips from mine, giving me just enough room to grab the white sheer top I wore out of the pants I’d tucked them in, pulling it over my head.

  His lips captured mine again as soon as the shirt hit the floor but I felt his hands at the buckle of my belt, pulling it open, and unbuttoning my pants. Soon enough, my pants pooled around my ankles.

  “Ahh!” I gasped out, tearing my mouth from Aaron’s, when his thumb grazed across my distended clit. I heard a tearing sound in the distance, only to realize that Aaron had just decimated yet another pair of my panties.

  There weren’t any verbal announcements of me being his. My husband’s body was doing all the talking for him, and before I knew it, I found myself completely nude, laid out on the bed from which he’d just tossed my suitcase. He stared at me, with those darkened, stormy eyes, jaw rigid with emotion. His hands went to the buttons of his shirt, tearing it away quickly. Next went the undershirt he wore, exposing his entire upper half. My mouth went dry when he reached for his own belt buckle, rapidly lowering his pants until he was only dressed in a pair of black boxer briefs, the massive bulge pointing directly at me.

  “Aaron.” His name fell from my mouth on a plea.

  His eyes darkened impossibly more right in front of me. But he just kept staring down at my body. Slowly his hand went out, covering the pooch in my belly left after pregnancy. The tip of his index finger outlined the stretch marks that’d been with me since my thirtieth week of pregnancy. I remembered then that the last time we’d been in this position it was in a darker room. He hadn’t been able to fully see all the changes carrying twins had done to my body.

  “Don’t,” he growled when I went to cover my belly and breasts, feeling a little insecure under the scrutiny of his gaze. “My children,” he said, low, his body moving over me. Finally, his eyes rose to meet mine. I didn’t have time to blink before he attacked me with his mouth again, using his knee to spread mine apart. He moved his hips lower so that his covered cock lined up with my pussy, pressing into me.

  “Aaron!” I gasped.

  His response was to hook his arm under my left knee, exposing me even more, and pressing into me again.

  I let out a loud moan, still unsatisfied. He continued to pump his hips against mine, pressing his hardened cock against my clit, sending my mind and body at a dizzying pace. Yet it wasn’t enough, and he knew it. He raised my leg even higher, damn near splitting me in two, still pumping wildly, giving me just a taste of what he knew I needed.

  “Please,” I begged, lifting my arms to his shoulders, digging my fingernails into them.

  Lowering, he caught my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting it and then sucking to soothe the burn. He pressed at my core again with his hips and my back arched as the orgasm ripped through my body. My pussy lips fluttered, clutching at nothing. I squeezed Aaron�
��s shoulders, still needing more.

  “Please,” I beseeched again.

  This time he responded, pushing back to lower his briefs before surging forward, filling me all the way up with his member. I yelled, my screams filling the room. Aaron wrapped his hand around a handful of my locs, pulling my head back against the bed, and then running his teeth along my exposed neck. I shivered in his arms, feeling weak and strong at the same time. He plundered my body, taking what belonged him with each stroke.

  Save for that one night at The Cage, my body felt fully alive for the first time in years. It knew where it belonged. I chanted his name, moaning it over and over as he glided in and out of me. Just before I could come again, he rolled us over so that I was on top, while he laid on his back.

  “Ride it,” he ordered.

  I felt too weak to even move but I pressed my hands against his chest, sitting up. I opened my eyes fully to see him watching me. His eyes were telling me that he didn’t like waiting. I felt my pussy cream even more at the unstated admonishment.

  I lifted my hips before lowering myself onto his shaft again.

  “Harder!” he growled.

  I raised and lowered again, more forcefully this time. I squeezed my inner-walls, clutching around him. His fingers dug into the sides of my waist tightly, gripping me to him, assisting in raising and lowering my hips. I bounced on his cock, swiveling my hips on the way down.

  “Just like I taught you,” he grunted, urging me on, reminding me of who my first lover was. Who had taught me all about making my body feel alive.

  He lifted his knees, planting his feet, and then pressed at my belly for me to lie back against him. He would only let me take control for so long. His hold on my waist tightened even more, and he lifted and lowered his hips, riding me from below.

  Wrapping my hands around his wrists, I held on as the building pressure in my pussy began again. I panted and moaned loudly, my entire body tightening up as the orgasm crested, flooding every inch of me. I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out everything but the sensations coursing through my body, leaving me feeling as if I was floating.