It’s hard to hold my laughter in while I’m telling this story to him. He probably thinks I’m nuts.
“But, Tyler never missed a single step. He took his hands and rubbed them up and down his body and started to pretend he was in a wet t-shirt contest. He shook his pretend boobs and his beard at the ceiling and tried to shake his ass. It was by far the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Then when the song ended Brent came back over to our side of the table, picked up the ping pong ball, tossed it into a cup, and acted like the thing never even happened. I laughed so hard, I was doubled over, stomach pains, can’t-catch-my-breath laughing. I will always cherish that night together.”
“I really can’t wait to meet the brother who brings this much happiness out of you with a single memory. You seem close.”
“We are. Well hell, he is my twin brother. We are connected in a way. It kills me to be this far away from him. I think I’ll send him an email when we get to your mom’s.”
The waitress comes with our food and my mouth waters at the sight of it. I got fried chicken with mashed potatoes and Aaron got the country fried steak.
The conversation stops as we eat and the air between us isn’t uncomfortable. This silence isn’t awkward, nor is it heavy. This is what dating should be like.
Whoa, dating. I know he said I was his woman, but damn. Dating sounds scary. Dating breaks hearts. Dating is when someone can leave you.
I squeeze my eyes shut then reopen them, and excuse myself to the bathroom at the back of the diner. I open the door and sigh out loud when I see it’s a one stall bathroom and there’s a lock on the door.
I turn around and go to the sink and splash some water on my face. I can’t believe I just realized what scares me with getting involved with Aaron. He can leave me. He can leave. I take a deep breath and push myself to be realistic and come to the terms -- that is always an option. But fuck! Who wouldn’t want to hold onto a man like Aaron! There is a knock on the door and I look up to the ceiling and take another deep breath.
I call out, “I’ll be out in a sec!”
I splash some more water on my face and then dry it off before I take a deep breath and walk to the door and unlock it.
When I swing the door open I gasp at Aaron, who is standing in the entry way. His eyes are fierce and his arms are locked on the top of the door frame.
He lowers his arms and stalks me back into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, transfixed on the mesmerizing look on his face.
“Where’d you go back there, baby girl?” he says as he locks the door behind him.
“I told you I was coming to the bathroom,” I answer, a little confused.
He continues stalking me until my lower back hits the sink.
“No. Where did you go?” he asks while lightly tapping my temple.
“Um. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammer out.
He’s so close my body is aching to lean into his. He wants me to tell him my irrational fears, and I can’t. I know damn well I sound crazy even to myself. Why would I want to show him that?
“You do know, and you’re going to tell me, baby girl. I lied yesterday when I said I wasn’t going to demand things from you. Turns out, I’m going to demand this answer, but, I will make it worth it,” he whispers in my ear.
My whole body shudders and I feel the fire that never leaves for this man blaze brighter. He lifts me up by my hips and sets me down on the sink. My legs are spread where he is standing between them. He puts his finger on my chin and lifts my face so our eyes lock.
“How many orgasms have you ever had in one day?” he asks in his deep raspy voice.
I swallow hard and lift my hand and tell him two with my fingers. I don’t trust my voice right now, not to mention my heart is hammering so hard knowing we are in the bathroom of a public place.
“So I’m already tied with your record then?” he asks with a tilt of his eyebrow.
I nod.
He takes his hand and cups my pussy firmly. The fire is so fucking bright and hot right now I can hardly keep my eyes open.
His fingers are on my chin again as he ticks behind his teeth.
“Nuh uh, baby girl. You’re going to watch me. You’re going to keep those gorgeous blues on me because this isn’t going to work the way you’re thinking.”
He leans down and kisses along my jaw, still cupping me, but not moving his hand.
“Hmmm?” I ask.
“I want something from you,” he says as he starts to move his hand. Up and down, applying pressure and then taking it away. Driving me insane.
“What’s that?” I answer breathlessly. I’d give him fucking anything to get him to give me more pressure. He moves his hand away and I slide down. His lips leave my neck they traveled too, and he turns my face to his.
His lips come down on mine and I whimper when he shoves his tongue in to dance with mine. His lips are leading, taking mine for their pleasure, demanding my submission. I kiss him back and tug on his hair with just as much vigor as he is showing me. He grabs my wrists and puts my hands on the sink counter, palms flat down. He thrusts his tongue in my mouth two more times, then removes his lips from mine with a bite of my lower lip.
I am throbbing for him between my legs.
“Keep your hands there, baby girl. This is my show,” he tells me, his voice husky, dripping sex from each word.
I try to tilt my hips, seeking some relief from the bulge in his pants that is so close, yet so far away from me.
“You want something from me, don’t you baby girl?” he whispers between nibbles on my neck.
I throw my head back and groan out.
“Yes!”
“Good. Because I want something from you too,” he replies while sliding his hand down the front of my yoga pants.
When his fingers glide over my clit, down to my entrance, my hips buck and I cry out.
He takes his other hand and puts it over my mouth.
“Shhh, baby. You gotta be quiet. Unless you want the whole diner to hear you?” he roughly whispers in my ear.
The things this man does to me is beyond my control. Right now, I wouldn’t give a single fuck if the whole world heard me. I want him so goddamn bad. I bite his palm, letting him know I don’t really care at this moment.
As he is rubbing his fingers around my opening, I try to arch into him.
“Please Aaron,” I beg.
“I love it when you say my name all needy. Is this what you want?” he asks as two fingers are thrust into me.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” I moan.
He takes his thumb and rubs my clit and my hips buck again. I can feel the orgasm coming, if he would just press a little harder.
I push my hips up to get me that little extra pressure I need to fall off the cliff of ecstasy.
“Oh no you don’t, baby. If you want to come all over my hand you have to give me what I want.”
“What do you want?” I say a little flustered.
He chuckles and as he inserts his fingers inside of me again, this time with three fingers, he asks me again, “Where did you go back there?”
I groan into his chest, partly from him filling me, and from knowing damn well where he is going with this.
“It’s so stupid, and not worth all this work to hear it,” I bite his chest through the tight black shirt he is wearing.
I hear his hiss when my teeth clamp down and he takes his other hand and pulls my head back by hair at the nape of my neck. His eyes are hooded when they latch onto mine.
“Bitey thang, aren’t you?” he asks before capturing my mouth again for a fast, yet bruising kiss. “Tell me and I’ll have you coming right now,” he rasps out.
I don’t say anything as I soak up the pleasure this man is giving me. My insides start to tighten and I’m so close, so fucking close. I inhale deeply, and right before I fall off, he removes his hand again.
“So close, baby girl,” he says as he licks up my neck to my ear.
I whimper at the loss and cry out my frustration.
He circles my opening with his fingers again, dragging out my misery.
“You can leave me like everyone else does! And that scares me to fucking death, okay? With each smile you give me so freely, to the tenderest kisses on my forehead. I’m falling harder for you and don’t want you to leave me.” I shove my face into his chest and take a deep breath. I don’t want to see the look on his face if he thinks I’m crazy.
He lifts my chin and says, “That is not going to happen. Now, was that so fucking hard to say?” he asks right before he lowers his lips to mine.
He licks the seam of my lips, demanding I open for him. At the same time that his tongue thrust into my mouth, his fingers slam into me. He breaks the kiss and pushes up my sweater to expose my breasts. He bends his head down and clamps onto my nipple.
I cry out from the pleasure overload. His hand comes up and his palm covers my mouth once again. His fingers don’t let up their punishing rhythm and when he moves over to my other nipple my hips buck closer to his hand. I feel the fire inside me start to burn so high that I start to see white spots behind my eyes.
His mouth leaves my nipple and his hand leaves my mouth as he whispers, “Shhh,” his one hand is still working me to the most powerful climax I’ve ever felt building, and his other hand that he removed from my mouth, yanks my yoga pants and underwear down right below my knees. He pushes my thighs open as far as my pants will go, and spreads me open with his fingers.
The look of hunger in his eyes is nearly enough to send me over the edge.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful spread open like this to me. So wet. Waiting. Wanting me. Can you promise to be quiet so I can make you come for me?”
I nod my head yes, knowing damn well I can’t promise such a thing, but I was willing to try. He looked so fucking perfect, kneeling in between my thighs. Eyes locked on mine.
He took his finger, and circled my opening and I let a tiny moan slip.
“Shhh, baby girl. Shhh.”
He leaned forward and dragged his tongue right up the middle of my core, then lightly sucked on my clit.
I groaned and shoved my fist in my mouth. I felt his smile against my thigh. His mouth clamped down, and his tongue thrust inside of me. My hand flew down and gripped his hair, and pulled him as close to me as he physically could be. There was a small chance he couldn’t breathe, but he wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort, so I didn’t care.
I rolled my hips against his face and bit down on my lower lip, while throwing my leg on his shoulder.
His mouth came back up to my clit and he pushed two fingers back inside of me. I kept rolling my hips and the tightening of my core was almost too tight. I sucked in a breath of air, when he rolled his tongue on my clit with more pressure.
When he inserted a third finger, my climax ripped through me and I felt my walls clamp down on his hand.
As I began to cry out, his mouth left my center and captured the screams I was sure everyone within a ten-mile radius could hear.
He shoved his tongue in my mouth, and my aftershocks intensified when I tasted myself on him.
When the aftershocks subsided, Aaron removed his hand and licked my juices from his pointer finger, never breaking eye contact with me. When he removed that finger, and inserted his ring finger, my eyes latched onto his mouth. This is something I’ve never experienced with someone, and I found it to be a fucking huge turn on. When he removed his ring finger, he held up his middle finger. I watched him bring it to my mouth and rubbed it on my lower lip before slowly guiding it into my mouth. I closed my lips around his finger and sucked hard on it. The groan that left his lips nearly had me coming all over again.
Chapter Fourteen
When we walked out of the bathroom at the diner no one was around. They were not busy thank goodness, and the waitress was outside smoking. I threw a fifty down on the table, to make up for taking up the bathroom for twenty-five minutes. I threw my arm around the redhead who has gotten under my skin, and headed for the truck.
We are about twenty minutes out now, and I am getting pretty excited. She is humming along to the country music as we drive down the back roads. This is where I grew up, and I find myself anxious to see how she likes it.
“Why did you leave this place?” she asks me. I run my hand through my hair, and I think on the question. How do I answer, but not get into a conversation I’m not ready for yet? I need to tell her, but what will she think of me then? Will I be the monster I am, in her eyes though?
“Well, that’s a loaded question,” I chuckle awkwardly.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“Well, I left because I wanted to widen my construction business. Drew lived in the city, and Troy lived outside of the city. Drew is amazing with numbers, so he does a lot of behind the scenes for Hudson’s Blueprints. Troy also works for me, but he doesn’t need too. He invented a security system that is badass. I install it in most of our houses. There are different levels as well. You have your typical home security system. Then you have a business system that records whoever inputs a code, along with other bells and whistles. You also have systems for rich people. Those systems are interwoven throughout the whole house. Key codes to certain rooms, certain safes, certain doors. Rich people usually didn’t get rich by being stupid, so they keep all their important stuff locked up somehow.”
“Wow,” she says
“Yep. So when my company got to a certain place where it was getting too big for me and my buddy who used to work with me, I moved it out to Carrollview because I didn’t want anyone other than Drew working my books. When Troy offered to be extra muscle I couldn’t say no. He isn’t the one to sit around and collect checks like some of the other millionaires we know. He works part time with me and then he goes his own thing the rest of the time. He’s pretty quiet with his personal life.”
“Your brother is a millionaire? Wow. That’s crazy. I don’t think I’ve ever met one,” she laughs.
Oh, but she has. In fact, she was talking to one right now. However, I wasn’t going to let that slip. I was enjoying her thinking I was an average man. Well, as average as a self-employed man was.
“When you meet him, you wouldn’t even know if I hadn’t told you.”
“So he’s pretty down to earth then. That’s really awesome.”
“You’ll love my whole family. We are almost there. The ranch is coming up on your right. You see that white fence?” I ask her.
“Yeah I do. Wow,” she says breathlessly.
The ranch is on about four hundred and eighty acres. We have about seventeen horses of our own, but we board horses as well. We also have cows, goats, and chickens. But they are basically farm animals that ma wanted as pets.
“You’re gonna love it here,” I tell her.
She is leaned forward looking out the window at the sprawling land. I’m giddy to stay here for a bit. I enjoy seeing our ranch for the first time through her eyes. It really is something to be proud of. My grandfather worked himself to the bones for this place.
I’m thankful my ma and dad wanted to take her over for me so I could build something of my own. I’m also thankful it’s been helping Hudson recover from her past as well. Speaking of that, I really need to have a chat with my ma and dad about something I’ve been thinking of.
“When can we go see the horses?” she asks excitedly.
“After we see my parents. I wanted to talk to them about something too so, maybe after that?” I say.
We pull into the dirt drive that splits the pasture and one of our horses that we board is running along the fence line.
“Oh my gosh! She is so beautiful,” she exclaims while leaning out of the window a little to watch her.
“That would be Trix. She is one that we board every year while her owners go to the Caribbean for their Easter vacation every year.”
I pull up to my mom’s ranch, the exact one that my grandfather used
to live in. We built onto it, and remodeled it a bit, but it is still gramps’ house.
“Ready, baby girl?” I asked when we pulled up to the house.
The house was a ranch style house with pale blue siding, and a huge wraparound porch. There were chairs and a wooden swing on the end of it, perfect for storm watching. I remember sitting there with my grandfather having all kinds of conversations about my parents, girls, friends, and life in general. I miss that old man.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she laughs nervously.
“They will love you. I promise,” I tell her before I lean over and give her a quick peck on the lips.
When I opened my door, my phone went off with a text.
Chris: Got some news. You ain’t gonna like it. Call me when you’re alone.
I inwardly groan.
Me: Gotcha. Call you in a few.
“Everything okay?” Bridget asks me after I run my hand through my hair.
“Yeah baby girl, nothing you got to worry about. Just business stuff,” I tell her and hop out of the truck.
I walk around and open her door for her, and take her hand in mine. I can tell she’s a bit nervous with the way she is gripping my hand. It makes me chuckle.
“Hudson should be around here somewhere. She got here a little while before we did.”
“I’m excited to see her again,” she says with a genuine smile on her face.
I open the door to the house and walk in, pulling Bridget behind me.
“Ma!” I yell out.
“In the kitchen, sweet boy!” she hollers back.
“Oh yeah, Hudson definitely didn’t tell her or else she would have welcomed you at the door with some chocolate chip cookies,” I whisper laugh.
She punches me on the arm and I grab my arm in mock pain.
We walk in the kitchen and I let go of Bridget as I walk up to my mom, who is facing away from me, and kiss her on the cheek.
“Oh, my sweet boy! I am so glad you could make it. When Hudson called on her way down and said something came up, I was sad to not see your face this week!” she says while pinching my cheek.
I laugh and move to the side a bit so she can see we have company.
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