“Come to me when things settle down. I’ll give you February.” She smiled, hoping she feigned more confidence than she actually felt. “Assuming you can prove to me you aren’t all talk.”
He choked out a laugh. “Oh yes, ma’am.”
She pointed at the doughnuts. “Don’t forget. They’re for the nurses. Don’t make me regret bringing them to you.”
“I won’t eat all twelve myself.”
She pointed at the box. “Ten. You ate one more yourself.”
“Counting?” Why did he have to be so sexy when he was being so obtuse?
“You’re the one who brought up the fact they were heart-attack makers.” She moved toward the door and stopped. Turning around, she looked at him. “Valentine’s Day is next week. Assuming your mom is okay with the nurse, you have to take me out to eat and maybe get some drinks. I won’t get the wrong idea. It’s part of the deal.”
He nodded, his expression hooded. She had no idea what he thought of her demand. “Sounds nice.”
“Right.” Stacey knew she’d have to do better if she wanted to keep up her cool and in control facade. “Hand me your cell phone. I’ll put my number in it and also where I live.”
He pulled it out of his pocket and offered it to her. “Where you live?”
“I don’t reside with my parents or in a dorm room anymore. If you want this so-called fling of hotness, you’re going to have to know where to find me.”
She took her time entering her number and address before handing the phone back to him. “Text me and let me know how your mom is.”
“I will.”
She smiled because she didn’t know what else to do. How should she treat her ex, who she’d arranged to have sex with for the remainder of the month of February? Did she give him a hug before she left? Reaching out, she squeezed his arm. “Everything will be okay. She’ll come through fine.”
“Right.”
***
Stacey washed her hands. Her nighttime routine tended to be the same, at least when she slept alone. Next she would clean her face and then be done with the day. After leaving the hospital—leaving Aidan—her work day had sucked. She hadn’t been able to get him out of her head, both because she worried about his mom and also due to his proposition. Had she made a mistake in saying yes to spending February in his bed?
A brief text saying Miss Linda had made it through the operation with flying colors. That had been all she had heard. She hadn’t expected him to be more effusive, particularly via text. He could be the most closed-mouthed person she’d ever encountered.
A knock on her door caught her attention. Her street, right on the edge of Uptown and Mid-City, sat on a safe enough street. But nowhere in New Orleans could be called entirely secure.
She stood back from the door in case whoever banged on it wanted to shoot it in. A girl living alone could never be too careful. “Who’s there?”
“Its Aidan.”
“Oh.” She let out the breath she held and marched to the door. Opening it, she saw him leaning against the frame, his arms crossed, looking at her. “You scared me to death.”
He sauntered into the room in the way only Aidan could. “Do criminals usually knock?”
She put her hands on her hips. “No, but friends usually call.”
“You’re right.” He held up his hands. “It’s been a long day. I’m not thinking clearly.”
Stacey regretted her words. Of course he wouldn’t be in his right mind. “How is your mom?”
“Sleeping. Drugged up so she has no idea how much pain she’s in, and out of it for the rest of the night.” He held up his phone. “They’re going to call me if anything changes.”
“Okay.”
“I want you, Stacey. Right-frickin-now.”
Her pulse quickened. She held out her hand. “Come on, then.”
Chapter Three
He pulled her against him, bringing her outstretched arm to grasp his waist. The hours at his mother’s bedside, watching her suffer, fled the moment he touched her. Stacey had always held power. She was a woman who brought lightness and sweet thoughts with her wherever she went.
Their mouths fused. He could taste strawberry on her lips and peppermint toothpaste on her tongue, an addicting combination added to Stacey’s own sweet taste. She moaned softly, rubbing her body against his.
His cock immediately hardened to the point of aching. “You are going to undo me.”
“Only if I’m lucky.” She pulled him into the bedroom. Her walls were a mixture of colors and photographs. Later, he’d examine them all. Right then, it was the woman herself, not the location, interesting him.
Her bedroom smelled of vanilla, and he quickly pinpointed three lit candles by her bed causing the scent.
“Were you expecting someone else?” The idea made him want to pound the walls with his fist. She belonged to him for February. Or maybe he hadn’t been explicit about it. He wasn’t going to share her during that time.
“No.” She tilted her head to the side in question. “Why would you think I would?”
“The candles.”
“Oh.” She waved her hand, a smile on her face. “I always light them when I’m getting ready for bed. They help me unwind. I blow them out before I go to sleep. What? You thought I had a man coming. Ha. What gave me away? My hot pajamas?”
She raised a leg so he could look at her flannel blue-and-white pajama pants. Stacey had topped them off with a white tank, which showed her ample cleavage through the top. She obviously wore no bra.
“You look hot. You could entice any guy over here wearing what you have on.”
She giggled. “I think you’re wearing sex goggles.”
He’d never heard the expression before. “What are they?”
“Where you are so horny you have no idea what I really look like.”
“Or maybe you have no idea how hot you are, honey.” He scooped her up in his arms, and she squealed. “I’ll have to show you so you understand.”
He dropped her on the bed, covering her immediately with his body. She reached up and kissed him. His cock jumped, reminding him how ready he was to get this show on the road.
Still, he wouldn’t be doing anything until he had her satisfied. She’d agreed to February. He intended to show her she’d made a good bargain.
Stacey sat up and pulled the tank top over her head. Her breasts were exactly as he’d remembered them all the years alone in his bunk, tent, or wherever they had sent him. Her titties were things of wonder.
He took them in his hands. “Hello, ladies.”
She swatted at him. “You’ve seen them before.”
“And missed them.” Aidan took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked, and she shivered beneath him. Letting go, he whispered in her ear. “No one has curves like you do.”
“Lots of women do. You’ve been sleeping with flat-chested women, that’s your problem.”
Stacey could say the funniest things. “What women?”
“Right. Tonight you act like you’ve only been with me?”
Funny thing was, it felt like there really hadn’t been anyone else but her.
She tugged at his shirt, and he took it off. Stacey thrust her hands forward to stroke his abs. “Look at you. I told you you were built like a god. Do you live in the gym?”
“Not exactly.”
She traced his abs. “The last time I saw you, you were long and lean.”
“We were really young, weren’t we?” He placed his hand on her slightly rounded abdomen. “You’re a woman. A beautiful one with curves in all the right places.”
Stacey cupped him on the outside of his pants. He hissed as his cock surged toward her hand. “Don’t touch unless you want this to be over fast. That part of me seems to really like you, to be really excited to see you again.”
“Ah.” She grinned the smile of a woman who knew she had power over a man. He wanted to refer to it as sultry. She raised her hands over her head. “I won
’t touch you.”
He pulled her pajama pants off, displaying her legs. “You can touch me, honey. Only not there, not right this very second.”
Stacey hadn’t put panties on underneath her pajamas. Her completely nude pussy stared up at him. Hells bells, the woman shaved herself completely bald.
“Are you sure you didn’t have someone coming over here tonight?”
“No. But I’m glad two people are going to be coming here tonight. Get it? See what I did with the wording there?”
“Ha-ha.” He actually did snicker. “Leave it to you to pun as I’m about to die of pleasure because you are totally bare. How long have you been doing this?”
“I don’t know. Maybe ten, twelve years.”
He grimaced, trying not think about which one of what had to have been a ton of guys had first convinced to go bare. He had no right to even think those things. If he hadn’t left her, she’d only ever have been with him. And then he could have been the one she shaved for.
“I have to say I’m not used to it. Totally bare. It’s so…hot.”
“Glad you approve.” She sat up on her knees, obstructing his view of his new favorite piece of art: Stacey’s naked pussy.
In a swift, efficient manner she undid his belt and yanked down his pants. With a little maneuvering, she had them totally off and thrown behind her head onto the floor.
His cock stood at attention, an aching, throbbing, desperate-for-her-pussy entity wanting one thing only: to spill itself inside of her. The thought brought him up short. Shit. He’d come to fuck her brains out and hadn’t given one thought to a condom? What the fuck was wrong with him?
“Honey, I don’t have anything. Do you?”
She smiled, rising from the bed. “How about you get those briefs off so I can see Captain Happy there when I get back from getting one? Then I’ll put the bad boy on you, and we can go from there.”
“Right.”
Stacey strolled into the bathroom. He watched her naked, firm ass while she moved and became so consumed with it he almost forgot to undress. The shutting of a drawer in the bathroom jarred him out of his Stacey-has-the-nicest-ass stupor.
He tugged his briefs off and chucked them in the general direction of his pants. She came back out of the bathroom holding an unopened box. It made him blissfully happy they hadn’t been opened before. A brand-new box meant maybe it had been a while since she’d had anyone else here. Maybe. He realized he grinned ear to ear like a fool. Totally not cool. He tried, and failed, to stifle his smile.
“Hello there.” She lowered her voice when she spoke, putting on a thicker New Orleans accent. “I believe I used to see you around some time ago.”
“Get over here,” he ordered. Stacey sped up her gait and came to kneel in front of him. His hands were shaking so he felt nothing but gratitude when she opened the box and pulled out the packet. Using her teeth to tear, she withdrew the condom from its packaging.
He watched her, his dick throbbing with every passing second, begging him to go inside of her and take what he wanted. “Shit. They make that really tough, don’t they?”
“I guess they don’t want tampering. What’s the matter, Red? Impatient?”
She gripped the base of his cock while she rolled the sheath over it. He sucked in his breath. How in a million years would he survive this sweet torture? His breathing came out in rapid bursts. God, he wanted her. He wanted her right that second.
As if sensing his desperation, she moved forward to climb on top of him. “Hold on. I need to see to you first.”
He inserted one finger into her warmth and groaned when he did. Stacey was wet for him, soppingly so. She’d wanted this as much as he had from the beginning of the night.
Using his thumb, he found her clit. He’d always been able to get her off. Even at twenty, when his friends lamented their partners’ inability to come, she had always shattered into orgasm for him. She moaned, closing her eyes as he stroked her. Her clit felt swollen, and he knew she’d be fast once he got inside of her.
“Another time—later this month—I’m going to make you come on my hand. This second, I want to be pressed up inside you when you come apart in my arms.”
“I want it, too.” Her voice sounded soft, breathy. “Please hurry, Aidan.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He got them down to the bed so he was on top of her then pushed himself into her warm, waiting pussy with one quick shove. She moaned as he did, and her muscles stretched to meet him.
Aidan closed his eyes. She fit him like a glove and for a second, he didn’t want to move, couldn’t move. He wanted to stay inside Stacey, where everything made sense because only she existed in the universe.
Stacey thrust her hips upward, and he groaned. His lover didn’t want to wait, and he couldn’t blame her. Starting out slowly, so he could be sure he rubbed her clit as he entered and exited her, he then picked up his pace. Stacey was no passive partner. For every move he made, she met him with her hips pulling him in her deeper, begging him with her body to give them what they both wanted.
Finally, his pace became frantic. Words, thoughts, ideas all fled his consciousness. He might never see them again and he didn’t care. Stacey’s cries became more and more audible.
“Yes, Aidan. I want you hard. I want you fast.”
He would do whatever this beautiful woman wanted, whenever she wanted it.
As fast and as hard as he could, he thrust into her. She wanted hard, she’d get it. His pulse jacked up, the condom soaked with Stacey’s sweet juices.
His balls tightened and he knew this would end soon, with or without his consent.
Stacey called out his name, gripping his back so tightly she cut him with her nails. He didn’t care. Blood would be a small price to pay as he maintained, prolonged, waiting for the moment of pure bliss when Stacey would come around his cock.
She shattered, as he’d wanted her to. Her head thrown back, her back arched, she practically glowed as her muscles clenched and relaxed, milking his cock, begging him to finish inside her.
He took one last deep breath and gave in to the ache traveling up his spine. His cum splattered into the condom, streaming into the protection instead of taking hold deep inside of her.
For one moment, disappointment filled him. If he’d never left her, they’d have had children together. He knew for sure.
But all thought fled his mind. Peace descended on him, and he wrapped Stacey up in his arms, rolling them both over until she lay on top of him. His cock ached and he pulled it out of her, carefully removing the condom after he did. Her garbage can, placed right next to the bed, proved useful when he deposited the evidence of their fucking.
Although it had felt a little bit more intense than any of the other…fucking he’d ever done. Maybe fucking wouldn’t prove to be the right word.
He waited in silence to see how he felt. The clock on the wall ticked the minutes by.
***
Stacey snuggled against the warm body next to her. Aidan had always gone silent after sex, and nothing had changed in that respect. In all the other ways, his skill set had improved tenfold. They’d always been good together, but the man had learned some moves in the last fifteen years. She smiled at the way her body sagged with lethargy.
“Are you hungry?” It was after eleven at night. She’d had dinner hours earlier, but maybe he hadn’t eaten at the hospital.
“I ate a lot today. Couldn’t seem to stop doing it.” His voice held a note of sadness she wished she could dispel. But even mind-blowing sex wouldn’t make up for what he’d been through.
“That’s normal. It’s a feed-the-pain scenario. So what you’re saying is you don’t wish for any more food?” She pinched him, and he pressed a kiss on her knuckles for her trouble.
“I’m saying since I can’t live at the gym this week or any foreseeable future weeks, I better not eat so much.”
She yawned. “As long as it’s the exception, not the rule.”
> He bent over to kiss her neck. “When did you cut your hair like this?”
Stacey ran a hand through her short locks. “Twelve years ago. Do you like it or hate it? You can tell me the truth. I’m not changing it either way.”
Aidan laughed and the sound made her grin. “Then why do you care what I think?”
“Because I want to know.” Damn it.
“I think you were gorgeous with long blond tresses. Every guy in school wanted his hands in them. But, like this, you look like some fairy princess come to life. And it gives me better access to bite your neck.” He leaned over like he meant to do it, and she squealed.
“No. Please. There’s no way to hide a hickey with my hair like this.”
“Oh, but it would be so fun to leave my mark there.” His voice told her he teased her. “I want the whole world to know I got in your pants.”
“You’re hysterical.”
He scrunched back down against the headboard. “My sense of humor is an acquired taste.”
“Clearly.” She turned off the light and then snuggled back down on him. “I’m not sure how you want to work this February arrangement, but if you’re staying the night we need to go to sleep. I have work tomorrow.”
“Right.” He yawned. “What are you photographing?”
“A family. It’s a preliminary bar mitzvah sitting. I’ll do the actual event, but they wanted some posed pictures first.” She smiled. Family photos were her favorite part of the job. Her own walls were lined with her mother, father, and five siblings in all kinds of posed and candid shots.
For her, it had always been important to remember where she’d come from in order to keep focused on where she was going.
“They were all siblings.”
His words didn’t make a lot of sense. “Who were?” Did he mean the family she had coming to her studio in the morning? There were two siblings, a boy and a girl.
“The group of school children who were in the building. The ones I pulled out. They were all siblings. I didn’t know until after.”
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