by Claire Adams
It was a showy car that’s sole purpose was to cart us to church and back on special holidays. I’d always thought it a bit blasphemous, actually, and I remembered the day my mother had wanted to bring Mattie along with us for Easter service. Mattie had refused to ride along, and I’d respected her for it.
“I’m positive. It will be for a good cause, and quite frankly, it will be the most honorable job the car’s ever had.” She smiled, and it seemed the whole room around us grew brighter. I liked that smile on her and better still that I’d put it there.
“You’ll be quite a busy girl with all of this new responsibility and your duties at the hospital.” Her mother leveled her gaze to Lexa; her father did the same, as if he was eager to hear her response, as well.
“Yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. It will be fun, really and I could use a bit of fun; something that I can do for my own healing for a change. Hopefully, that doesn’t sound too selfish.” She took a sip of her wine and shrugged. She was so busy taking care of others she didn’t feel comfortable wanting something for herself, even though it was for charity.
“You’re a beautiful soul, Lexa, and of course you deserve something for yourself, something that makes you happy.” I placed my hand on hers, and her mother cleared her throat. I realized the particular gesture moved her and hoped that was my first step to proving to them I wasn’t the spoiled rich kid they may have thought I was.
Dinner was served, and we got through it with smiles, genuine conversation, and laughter. We said our goodbyes and Lexa and I were on our way back to the house when she leaned over and placed her hand on my thigh. “That went well. I think my mother really likes you.”
“You think so?” I shifted the car and settled back while we drive along the freeway.
“Oh yeah.” She whispered the words in my ear as she kissed my neck, and I lifted my arm to hold the back of her hair.
She took that as her cue and before I knew what was happening, she was loosening my pants. “Greedy little girl.” I hissed a breath through my teeth as she stroked me, her cool hands warming against my cock.
The blood was starting to build, but she was moving faster than I was. She had her mouth on me so fast she sucked me hard, and as I grew bigger in her throat, she slurped and gasped. She pulled away and giggled as I let out a long held breath. “You’re going to make me finish before we start.
“Fine, I’ll sit back and be a good girl.” She put my throbbing cock back in my pants, and the slow ache in my balls had me driving a little faster.
“I can’t believe I’m in love with a tease.” I threw her a look, and she feigned being offended before she laughed.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright and wild as her teeth gleamed in the freeway lights. “I just wanted you to know what you’re going to get when you get me home.”
“You’re going to get it, too.” But then something she said resonated with me. When you get me home. I loved the sound of that, as if my home was her own. It was something I’d entertained once before, and I wondered if she’d even go for it.
If seeing her apartment told me anything, it was that she was set in her ways. She had everything lined out in perfect order to fit her life, and if she lived with me, that level of discipline wouldn’t be possible. Would it even work out if we tried? Would she be willing? It wasn’t like she could live alone forever, especially since I had hoped that she’d be with me at least that long.
As she stroked my thigh, still teasing me, I knew I wanted that kind of playfulness to continue forever. I truly loved her, and nothing was ever going to change that. It’s why I’d reacted the way I had with what happened, why I’d felt like I’d died. With her gone, a part of me had, and I’d never be fully complete unless I knew for certain she’d never leave again. Thinking that could happen scared the shit out of me, and I knew I would never survive the loss.
I pulled into my drive, and before I stopped the car, she was back on my cock. She was definitely the one for me.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Lexa
I had given him a bit of a tease on the way home from dinner, but I had been scared things would finish too soon if I wasn’t careful. Besides, I liked seeing him all worked up. His face had flushed, and there was a bead of sweat across his brow by the time we reached the house. I leaned closer and stroked his cock, which was still hard and throbbing when he shut off the car.
He turned and kissed me, my hand never stopping, and he slipped his down to my thigh and moved it higher up my skirt until his fingertips brushed against my mound. I moaned against his mouth, and he pulled away as if to give me payback as he got out of the car. He made sure his cock was hidden behind his pants as he came around and opened my door.
“Let’s get inside before we make the crickets blush.” He took my hand and led me to the door where I made another move, brushing my free hand against him. “You’re bad.” I took off like a shot as fast as my high heels could take me toward the stairs and he belted a laugh as he shut the door. I was halfway up the stairs when I stopped and looked down at him as he crossed the room to catch up, but before he got close, I took off into his room and climbed up in his bed.
He caught up with me before I could crawl under the covers and climbed on the bed and pulled me by my waist, my ass pressing against his thick erection. “No, no. You’re not getting away this time.” He took my petite wrists and held them behind me with one hand, and then he unzipped my dress, letting it fall open. I pulled my arms free to let it fall to my feet, but that left me in a sheer camisole and panties.
He left them in place and pressed his hard length in between the cheeks of my ass. “I’m never letting you go again.” His words were a growl in my ear, and it sent chills throughout my body until my skin prickled with goosebumps.
“I’m not going anywhere.” The words were a vow spoken with certainty, and he spun me around. For a moment, I thought he’d kiss me.
“Do you mean that?” He seemed to search my eyes, and my heart broke that he might still think I’d deceive him.
“I do, Aiden. I want us together always.” I averted my eyes for a moment, but then I met his again, determined to make him believe me.
His next words came as a shock. “Move in with me.” I stilled in his arms, and for a moment, not even my chest rose and fell as I forgot to breathe. He wanted me to move in and take that next step with him. Sure, it seemed a bit sudden, but I wanted it all with him.
“Yes, if you could stand me.” My mind raced about a thousand things. When would my lease be up, how would my commute change, but then his lips found mine and none of that mattered.
He pulled away as if that kiss had put my every concern into his head. “I’ll help you pack tomorrow and don’t worry about the lease; I’ll buy you out of it. I don’t want to wait. I love you.” He searched my eyes again, and I fell back against the bed pulling him down with me.
“Then make love to me.” I ground against him and found he was still hard for me. He kissed my mouth as he pushed up the camisole until I lifted my back so he could strip it free. Then he kissed his way down as my knees rubbed together at the way he straddled my legs. He pressed his hand flat against my tummy and rubbed my mound with the other, and then he tugged down my panties nice and slow, kissing down my legs until he reached my knees and pulled them free. He tossed them aside with my camisole, and I lay there before him naked and panting, anticipating his next move.
He stood at the foot of the bed and stripped off his pants, his shirt following soon after and then he held my knees and parted my legs. His gaze slid across my body as he nudged his way between my thighs, and then he cupped my breasts and pulled a taut nipple into his mouth. The heat built between my legs and I ground myself against him with a need so strong I was moaning as if to beg for it.
He sucked my rosy tip and then gave the other the attention it craved, too. My sex was tingling, a slow pulsing throb, as his hand trailed down my tummy and brushed against my m
ound. He slipped his finger between my folds, causing me to cry out when his strong fingers rubbed against my swollen bud.
I opened my eyes and found him focused on me, like a lion about to devour its prey, and then he dipped down, dragging his tongue across my clit with a gentle flick. He was going to make this slow and torturous – I could already tell by his reactions to my pleasure.
He closed his mouth around my bud and sucked, pulling it between his teeth where he nibbled ever so softly and flicked his tongue until a torturous pleasure broke through me, beckoning my first release.
My sex was slick with my pleasure, and he raked his fingers through to spread the nectar to my bud. He rubbed it nice and slow with just the right pressure as he tongued my slit and dipped his tongue into my channel.
Then, with my walls still quaking from my first orgasm, his hand parted my lips as he inserted at least two fingers. He fucked me with them nice and steady, spreading and stretching me as his thumb worked my clit.
And when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, he continued proving me wrong. He kept up the torture until I was lying in a puddle, soaked from my release, and screaming for more.
“Please, Aiden.” He spun around, lying stretched out before me, still tending my sex with his mouth, but his offering was more than adequate.
I leaned over, tilting my hips when he settled on his side to lick me as I brought his cock to my tongue. It wasn’t quite where I wanted it, but I had a feeling the slow torture was my punishment for the car. I’d take it and give it just the same.
I licked his slit and gathered the pearly dew that had collected, threatening to drop. It hit my tongue with a delicious hint of salt, and I spread it around his broad head and moaned suddenly as he hit an aching spot. He breathed a laugh against my mound and continued.
I tried to stay focused on the task at hand and swirled my tongue around his rim, licking and sucking the head and his salty slit. I felt his hips nudge closer, and I relaxed my throat to let him fuck my mouth a few strokes.
I held his cock, taking control as I gripped his base and pumped. His heavy sac lay against my fist, and I brought my other arm up and pressed my hand against it, kneading as I nursed him. I pushed against him, shifting our positions and his hand closed on my hip, lifting me up to straddle his face. I pulled off his cock and cried out as another wave of pleasure shot through me; I was close to another release.
I stood his cock up and stroked, licking the base to lubricate my movements and then I took him back into my mouth, this time letting his head rest against the back of my throat, tempting my gag reflex. It seemed to turn him on. A taste of his pre-come hit my throat, and I braced for his release, but it never came. He held it off, and I heard him speak a soft not yet against my mound.
He was going to edge us both. As I started to tense up beneath his mouth, he’d pull away, pausing just long enough to make me long for its return.
I decided to play hardball and relaxed my throat, taking a deep breath and pushing myself down as far as I could go. His cock hit the farthest depths of my throat, and he moaned so loud I thought my reward was on the way. But then he nudged down even further, nudging against the back of my throat so hard my gag reflexes took over, and my tummy tightened, the spasms milking his cock as I gasped, trying to fight them off. I pulled away and took a deep breath, but I felt his smile against me.
“That was fucking hot.”
“Glad you approve.” I smiled around his head in my mouth and then sucked him, bobbing my head and stroking his base to give my throat a rest.
“You’re going to spoil me.”
“I’m going to try.” I felt the bed shift when he sat up, and I let go of his cock as his hand trailed up my naked back and then back down to cup my ass.
“I want inside you now that I’ve got you good and soaked.”
It was what I’d been waiting to hear, and my core ached thinking about him filling me up. I fell over on my back and spread my legs wide for him to settle his hips between them, but he came up on his knees and rubbed his cock at my entrance, dragging his head around to spread my juices. I was just like he said: soaked.
He nudged himself against me, but then he fell across my breast and kissed me full on the mouth where I tasted myself on his lips. He deepened the kiss as if he loved the taste of us mixed together and then his cock slid its way home, slowly inching, nice and tender until he found my depths.
I settled around his girth, my slick walls stretched to their limits and then some. He was so big inside me, and I realized the long oral work over had aroused him more than I’d ever known possible. Good thing I was accommodating.
I ground my hips as he rocked his nice and slow. He kissed my mouth and neck and nibbled my ear, all the while caressing my hair and cheek. We fell silent for a while, nothing but moans and the sounds of our breathing, which was all my ears needed to hear at that moment.
His movements echoed the words he’d spoken, that sweet I love you that had fallen from his lips. I never doubted it for a moment, and we continued that way until my next orgasm washed through me leaving me spent and limp in his arms.
But he wasn’t done with me yet. He rolled us over, and I fell against him, weak from the long session, my energy spent. I found the strength to sit up and ride him, but he braced my hips and bucked his until he was doing most of the work. He growled out a moan as his release finally ripped through him, spilling against my mound, down his shaft, and around his base. He’d pulled out just in time, but I lowered myself to his still pulsing cock and rode him through the last waves of his pleasure.
“You’re amazing, baby.” He kissed my shoulder as I collapsed across his chest, but then I sat up and captured his smooth face between my palms to stare deep into his eyes.
“I love you, too.”
His mouth closed on mine before I could take another breath, and we lay there listening to the sounds of our breathing until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Aiden
For the fourth time in a month, my computer monitor at the office went out on its own. Layne had told me the last time I’d have to get a new one. I wasn’t in a hurry to get back to work, so I stared out my office window thinking about Lexa, instead.
We’d finally gotten the last of her things from her apartment and turned in her key, but she insisted on paying out her lease on her own. I didn’t put up a fight; how could I, especially when she’d told me how she’d gotten the place on her own and was going to leave there on her own, paying her way like she’d intended when she leased it. I had held up my hands and backed away, earning a cheerful laugh and kind smile.
I reminded her later when we got back to the house how I was going to insist on taking care of her, but she wasn’t having it, and we had our first spat. Making up had been amazing, but then she bit my ear and told me I wasn’t getting my way. We’d see. I had a few tricks left up my sleeve.
Glen had even pitched in to help with the move and since I wasn’t spending as much time on his barstool those days, I’d invited him over for Sunday dinner. He promised not to let anyone sit in my place, and I demanded a sign be hung.
I was laughing about that when a soft knock sounded at my door. “Come in.”
“I need some help.” Lexa’s voice sounded through the door, and I got on my feet and opened it to find her with her hands full.
“You shouldn’t be lugging all that up here alone. I could have come down.”
“No need, I’m here now. I would have called, but I thought I could make it.” She had three bags of food and a drink holder with three drinks and what looked like a fudge sundae.
“Are you feeding an army?” I dug in the bags and found three plate lunches, two slices of pie and everything we needed to eat it.
“Just you and Layne. I thought I’d bring him something in case he was still swamped with that case you’ve been stressing over.”
“And it’s only my first case, so you ca
n imagine how good things will be when I’m six months back to work.” I hoped she would understand what she was getting herself into, but then again, her nursing wasn’t any different.
“You don’t look too busy to me.” She narrowed her eyes and glanced at my computer.
“That’s because it died again. The monitor needs to be replaced, and since I own the place, I guess they’re going to let me get it myself.” I hadn’t had a chance to call my assistant to put in a request, but as slow as she moved, I’d do better to run that errand myself.
“You pay people to do that for you.” She took out a container and peeked inside. Then she grabbed a slice of pie and a soda and carried it next door.
“I do, but I haven’t had a chance. It just happened, and then I got lost in my thoughts.”
The door to Layne’s office opened, and he greeted Lexa with a smile. “What have we here?”
“Room service. I thought you could use a little nourishment. Aiden tells me that you’re on a tough case and this is my way of showing support.” He took the containers from her and then the drink.
“Thanks so much. This will save me an hour. I’m hoping to be done before the day is over. We go to court next week.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Hope you’re ready.”
“I’ll be ready, don’t you worry.” He thanked Lexa again, and she closed his door and headed back into my office. I watched her dig into the bag and hand me my food. “You’re so caring.”
“What because I want to be helpful? It’s just a little food, don’t get all sappy on me or I’ll never come back.” She gave me a playful look, but I pulled her into my lap.
“You’re not going anywhere, and I mean it. You’re an amazing woman, and I’m not letting you forget it.” She opened the pie container in front of me.
“Do you eat peaches?” She took the sundae from the holder and placed it next to the pie.
“I don’t know, are you a peach?” I kissed her behind her ear until she giggled.
“Born and raised.” She lifted her gaze to the heavens and then gave me a nudge. “I didn’t know if you’d like it or not so brought a sundae. I’ll eat whichever you don’t want.”
