Carter was only an inch taller than me at six-three, so I didn’t need to look up to see those smirking blue eyes peering at me.
“Need help with something?” I questioned, my tone clipped.
“They’re lovely, aren’t they?” His smile widening, he came to stand by my side so I could see our wives again. “It’s great they get along so well.”
I grunted in agreement.
“Of course, you owe me for the next time I want to spend the entire day screwing my wife. You’re going to have to take the kid for a while. It’s only fair.”
I turned my head, glaring at Carter.
He shrugged. “I’m just saying.”
I dismissed him with a look but I grew even more irritated at the deep chuckle he gave off. However, that aggravation was nothing compared to the heat of jealousy that overtook my senses when one of the guests approached Michelle and Patience. He was a popular attorney, who was in the beginning stages of running for district attorney. I glared at him as he shook Patience’s hand but his hold lingered. Even from my vantage point, I watched his eyes narrow, as he took her in.
My feet were moving before I fully registered where I was going. I heard someone call my name behind me but I was too intent on the sight before me.
“Aaron,” Patience smiled. “This is…” She paused when she saw the cold look in my eyes.
My gaze fell from her to the arm this man had now tucked behind my wife’s back, as if he had every right to touch what was mine.
“Justin Arroyo,” the man greeted. I’m certain there was a smile on his face but I was still staring at his arm. “Aaron, I’ve heard so much about you. My people have been trying to get a meeting with you.”
“I’m sure they have.”
His eyes widened, possibly due to my unfriendly tone.
“Yes,” he pushed on, “I am running for district attorney and as you know–”
“That’s great, but could you do me a favor?” I lifted my gaze to meet his head-on, tilting my head.
He looked to Patience and my hand tightened into a fist. I stepped closer.
“What would that be?”
“Take your fucking hand off my wife before I cut it off and feed it to you one finger at a time,” I seethed through gritted teeth.
His hand snapped to the side at the same time two female gasps sounded.
“Aaron.”
Even my wife’s admonishment wasn’t enough to ebb my anger.
“I-I–” Arroyo looked to Patience again.
“Don’t fucking look at her.” I edged closer to him, towering over him by at least four inches. “One mistake I can get past. The smartest men learn from their mistakes and don’t do it again. I’m sure we won’t be needing to have this discussion again. Am I right, Mr. Arroyo?”
“Y-y, well, uh–”
“Say yes.”
“Yes,” he stated hesitantly.
“You can leave now.”
I watched as he paused, trying to figure out what’d just happened. He took a step back and then another, finally turning and walking away until he was on the other side of the room.
“Aaron, what the hell was that?” Patience whispered harshly.
“He was touching you.”
She sighed, looking both frustrated and embarrassed. “He was just being friendly. He’s going into politics, that’s what they do.”
“He can do it without his hands.” I took her by the chin, cutting off any further protests with a kiss to her lips.
She still looked chagrined when I pulled back but no further protests ensued. Just a shake of her head and a roll of her eyes. Both of which, made me want to carry her into any one of the ten bedrooms in this mansion and not let her up for air. I pulled back only due to the memory of how sore she’d been earlier, though she’d tried to hide it.
Her ass isn’t sore though, I thought. I silently agreed to give that thought some further entertainment later, once we were alone again.
“You’re so…so,” she fought to find the right word.
“I know.” I grinned, tapping her cheek and walking away before I really did take her again. My cock was already stirring in my pants at the idea alone. I needed to get this night over with.
****
Patience
“I never would’ve believed it.”
I glanced over, seeing a disbelieving Michelle shaking her head. “Believed what?”
“Deborah said…” She trailed off.
“Deborah said what?” I asked, referencing our mother-in-law.
“Nothing, just something she said in regards to Aaron. I just never really thought he’d ever…and he’s worse than Carter. Sheesh,” she exclaimed before taking a sip of the sparkling cider I’d given her.
“He’s not that bad,” I defended.
Michelle’s honey-toned eyes bulged. “Not that bad? Did you not hear him threaten to cut that man’s hand off and feed it to him?”
I swallowed a sip of my champagne, swallowing and nodding. “He didn’t mean it,” I stated weakly.
“I’m pretty sure he did.”
I knew he meant it. That was the scary part. I knew he meant every word he said and it turned me on. I was sore as hell from the day before but still couldn’t deny my body already getting warm and the flutters in my stomach at his possessiveness. I abruptly turned when I saw the shock on Michelle’s face as she stared at me.
“You’re enjoying it as much as he is. You two are peas in a pod.”
I lowered my lashes, smirking. “Don’t act like you don’t get off on it when Carter’s all jealous and badass. I’ve seen the looks between you two and let’s not forget that little bun in the oven,” I whispered the last part near her ear.
Michelle giggled. “Carter’s not as bad as your husband.”
“He’s not too far off, either,” I retorted.
Michelle shrugged and gave me a sideways glance.
Thankfully, a few minutes later, Deborah and Robert Townsend were ushering all the guests into the dining area. We sat down to a lovely four course meal that consisted of a mixed green salad, seafood gumbo, a choice of crawfish étouffée or filet mignon as the entrée, and white chocolate bread pudding with a brandy sauce for dessert. By the time I’d finished my entree I was stuffed. There was no room for dessert. I sat back and observed the table around us. Michelle sat to my left, while Aaron sat at my right, closest to his father who sat at the head of the table. Though his attention was on the conversation he held with his father and two other man, his left hand rested firmly on my right thigh. It’d been there since we’d sat down to eat.
I watched his beautiful profile and was reminded of that very first dinner where we’d met. I was so young and hadn’t realized what was happening back then. I just knew that I was finally understanding a little bit of what I’d read about in those Danielle Steele novels I borrowed from the library when Ms. Ryan wasn’t paying attention. A smile crested over my face, at the same time I caught Aaron’s eye. Even the perma-scowl he wore turned me on. My nipples hardened and I thought to loosen the scarf I wore around my neck to cover my breasts, but then I remembered the marks on my neck. They would be exposed. He’d done it on purpose I was sure, staking his claim to the world. Marking his territory, as if the huge diamond and wedding band I wore weren’t enough.
My hand covered his on my thigh and his hold tightened. I sat up to get closer to his ear.
“We should leave soon,” I whispered seductively, biting my lower lip.
He gave a small shake of his head. “You’re too sore.”
I moved close to his ear again. “But my mouth isn’t.” I pulled back in time to see his eyes darken in that special way that always caused a flood in my panties.
“Ten minutes,” he growled, his face just inches from mine.
I held in my giggle and turned my head across the table to see Joshua staring between us. He smirked and winked when his eyes landed on me, then turned his attention to the man sitting nex
t to him.
Somehow, despite everyone still being engrossed in their dinner discussions, Aaron was practically pushing me out of the door, less than ten minutes later. He’d also had his mother agree on keeping the children an extra night, and drop them off at school the following morning. I’m sure it wasn’t a hard sell. I barely had time to say my good-byes to Michelle, let alone anyone else. By the time the driver closed the door to the town car, Aaron was all over me.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Patience
We stumbled through our bedroom door, Aaron’s arm tightly banded around my waist. His teeth ran down my neck, the scarf I’d worn long ago discarded somewhere between the car and the bottom of the stairs. I shivered when he bit my sensitized skin and then sucked it into his mouth, easing the sting. He repeated that move over and over again as his hand went to the back zipper of my dress, pulling it down. I was grateful he hadn’t yanked it off, tearing it, but I spoke too soon. Once the zipper was completely undone he tore at the sides of the dress in a hurry to completely remove it from my body.
“Don’t rip it!” I admonished.
“I’ll buy you another one,” he growled just before I heard the tearing of fabric.
I wasn’t given time to reprimand him again when I was spun around and the lace panties I wore were also ripped to shreds. A strong hand at my back forced me to bend over at the waist. His hands covered my wrists.
“Hands on the bed,” he ordered. His hands went to the rounded globes of my ass, squeezing and pulling them apart.
I threw my head back, moaning loudly when I felt his hot tongue outline my tight hole. He kicked my legs farther apart, exposing even more of me to him in this vulnerable position. His tongue moved lower, until his entire mouth covered my sex. He ate at my cat like a man starving. He moaned into my pussy, the sounds sending little tingles through my core. My legs began trembling, and my arm muscles strained to hold me up. My toes curled into the carpeted floor and I lifted my head, belting out my husband’s name as I came, coating his face with my essence.
I fought to regain control of my breathing. I turned just in time to see Aaron, still fully dressed, undoing his belt buckle. My hands went to his, pushing them aside. I’d said my mouth wasn’t sore and I’d meant it. I wanted to deliver the same pleasure he’d just given me. I reached inside of his pants and wrapped my hand around his burgeoning erection. My fingers couldn’t even wrap around it in its entirety. I pushed his pants to the floor with my other hand, and sank to my knees in front of him. I kept my eyes on him because that was how he liked it. He loved watching me pleasure him and he wanted me to see it. I remembered since the first time he’d shown me. He’d been the only man I performed this act on.
I used my tongue to run a ring around the tip and then down the underside of his dick. I tasted the tangy, sweet drop of precum that emerged from the tip, swallowing it. Aaron’s frown deepened. I smiled at his growing impatience. One hand went to the base of his cock while the other went to my throat. He held it to my lips.
“Open.”
My mouth fell open and he wasted no time pushing in. I let my teeth lightly graze the top of him and I felt a zing of satisfaction at the hiss that came from his throat. I pushed his hand from the base of his erection, wanting it all to myself. I bobbed my head up and down, working to take more and more of him. He moved his hands from my throat and cock to my face, both of them now cupping my cheeks. His hips began pushing in and out, as he held my head in place. Per usual, Aaron took over, fucking my face.
“Take all of me,” he growled when I gagged.
My vision began to blur from the tears that were beginning to emerge. I moved my hands to his hips, attempting to slow his pace down.
“Move your fucking hands,” he ordered.
I dropped my hands to my sides, and relaxed my jaw, allowing him more space. I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I also felt my own wetness dripping down my inner thighs. I continued to lick and suck where I could as Aaron pounded my throat.
“Hollow your cheeks,” he grunted, face and neck straining. He was on the verge of coming. “You’re going to swallow every bit of it.”
That’d been a foregone conclusion, but I nodded my head in agreement anyway. Well, as well as I could with him still fucking the hell out of my face. I felt it when his cock swelled even more, and a split second later my tongue was coated with his hot, sticky semen. I swallowed what I could. He finally pulled out of my mouth, allowing me the space to swallow, just as another spurt of come squirted from him. I held my mouth open to catch every last drop, just as he’d directed.
I was exhausted by the time he finished coming, my jaw ached, but Aaron was like the damn Energizer Bunny. He lifted me from the floor and carried us to the leather chair that sat in the corner of the room.
I gasped and called his name, when I felt him insert a finger into my anus.
“Your pussy is too sore but your ass is mine.”
Moaning at his salacious words, I glanced over my shoulder to see him with the same tube of lube he’d used the day before. I straddled my legs over either side of his, bending over to let him massage the lube in. Butterflies fluttered in my belly at the nervousness and fear that began to rise up. A butt plug was one thing, but Aaron’s cock was another. No, it wasn’t the first time we’d had intercourse this way, but it’d been a long time.
“A-Aaron,” I stuttered.
“I won’t hurt you … yet,” he growled.
I closed my eyes as another flood of wetness seeped from my core. I remembered Michelle’s words from earlier. I was just as bad as Aaron. Even the thought of pain felt good as long as it came from him. I must’ve been some kind of masochist.
I braced my hands on either side of the chair, when Aaron lifted me by the hips and placed his cock at the entrance of my backside.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as he breached me, stretching me to fit him.
“Don’t tense up,” he cooed in my ear.
I grabbed his hand at my waist, needing him to pause.
“Move your hand.”
I continued to hold it, suddenly unsure that I wanted to do this.
“Move your hand,” he ordered again, tightening his hold on me.
I did as he directed and again he slid farther into my ass. The burning sensation caused me to wince. He pushed until he was all the way in. He didn’t move at first, letting me adjust to being stuffed in this way. His large hands around my waist traveled up to cup both of my breasts. I squirmed and moaned when he pinched my nipples, plucking them. I squeezed my eyes shut as the burning in my ass gave way to a deeper sensation in my core. I wiggled my hips.
“You-you have to move, Aaron,” I pleaded, my body seeking more of this growing feeling.
His hands went to my hips again, raising me along his rod, and pulling me down again. His hips rose to meet me, pounding against my hips.
“Open your eyes!” he yelled.
I did and realized the mirror that lined our bathroom door gave us the perfect view of our lovemaking. I’m sure that’s why he’d set the chair up there in the first place. I rose and fell on his cock, breasts bouncing as he made me his in every way imaginable.
“Touch yourself. Let me see it.”
I widened my legs and moved my hand to my clit and began massaging it. Aaron’s eyes zeroed in on my hand, watching me pleasure myself as he continued to take what was his from the back. Within a few minutes a tightness began building in my toes, making it’s way up my body.
“I’m about to come!” I yelled, breathless.
Aaron’s response was to grunt and pick up the pace. He smacked my hand away from my pussy and continued the job himself, pressing firmly against my clit, massaging it. My hips jumped at the increased impact and I came again, yelling his name. Soon after my climax, Aaron pushed my torso against his body, fusing our bodies together. He leaned over my neck, biting down and growling as he came inside of me. I held onto his arm and wrapped my other arm a
round the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair to soothe him as he orgasmed.
He held me tightly for a long while after he finished coming. I felt like he was forcing all the air from my lungs the way he held me so close.
“You’re mine,” he repeated over and over into the crook of my neck.
“I know,” I agreed.
“Forever.”
I swallowed. “Forever,” I whispered.
Only my agreement seemed to calm him enough that he loosened his hold on me. Loosened but didn’t let me go entirely. Not even when he pulled back, lifting my hips so that his cock fully expelled from my body on a loud “pop.” He kept his hands at my waist, directing me to the bathroom and setting me down on the toilet. He went to turn on the shower for us to clean up before going to bed. I drifted off to sleep that night, completely satiated, wrapped in Aaron’s arms.
****
Aaron
Taking another sip of the aged bourbon, I let the burn on its way down soothe my nerves. My eyes narrowed as I heard footsteps moving toward my office. I wasn’t alarmed. Only a handful of people in the world had the access to get up to the office this late in the evening. Therefore, I wasn’t surprised when a few seconds later, my office door was pushed open and standing on the other end was my younger brother, Joshua.
His eyes scanned my face before narrowing when they landed on the glass on my desk. He sighed, stepping inside of my office and shutting the door behind him. Moving to my desk, he sat down across from me.
“The only other time I’ve seen you drink was about six years ago…” He paused, waiting for me to saying something.
I remained silent, opting to take another sip from my glass.
Joshua nodded. “Yeah, you were tight lipped then, too. But now that I think about it, it was right around the time all that shit was going down with that Japanese company. You and Alicia were freshly broken up. One could’ve assumed it was the break up with her that drove you to drink, but we both know you didn’t give a shit about your fiancée.” He rested his chin on his fingertips, peering at me with his dark, brown eyes.
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