Aiden (The Emden Series Book 1)

by H. L. Swan

  I laugh as he prances around foolishly. “Get down, Rex.”

  Aiden sets his food down and gets on the floor, hugging the wagging pup.

  It makes me melt. I admire how Aiden, with his long and lean body, covered in tattoos, and a powerhouse of a man is sitting on my kitchen floor, telling Rex how good of a boy he is a million times.

  Finally, he sits next to me, his happy demeanor morphing into something different. Sadder and darker.

  After a few moments of silence, his green eyes glide over me. “Why did you leave?” His deep voice is stern, demanding answers.

  I gulp. “I got scared, and I didn’t want to be a burden.” I admit, cursing myself for thinking I have the strength to stay away from him. All my thoughts have been utterly consumed by everything that he is since I last saw him.

  He laughs shortly. “You are never a burden. I already told you, you’re mine. You can’t separate us. You can’t make that decision on your own.” He looks out of the kitchen window and back to me. “I won’t allow it, Emma,” He states with finality.

  I want to smooth the worry lines between his black brows. I did this to him. I feel awful; I knew I couldn’t stay away from him. I know I’m his.

  “I’m sorry.” I lean towards him.

  He checks the window, making sure Mom is still outside.

  Such a gentleman.

  Then he grabs my face in his large hands and crashes his mouth to mine.

  I lose myself in him as he kisses me passionately. The moment last mere seconds, but I feel better than I have in days. Just from his touch.

  He doesn’t bother asking if we are okay, if I am okay with us being together, or whatever it is we are. It’s as if he already knows what’s in my heart. And to be truthful, he doesn’t need to ask.

  He pulls away, pushing a stray hair behind my ear. “By the way, who is Caleb?”

  I hesitate. I could lie, it’s not like it matters. No one matters but him, but I can’t lie to him…I never will. If my parents’ marriage taught me anything, it was that communication is key. That’s why they stayed together for so long. I need to remind myself that whenever I doubt him.

  I flip my hand carelessly in the air, keeping my tone nonchalant. “An ex from high school.”

  His jaw twitches and he lifts a brow. “And your mom wants you to go to dinner at your ex’s house because?”

  I sigh. “She doesn’t know we dated. It’s a long story, but to make it short, our parents have been friends for years and we dated in high school. He cheated on me on my birthday. That’s it.” I smile but his perfectly controlled face doesn’t waver.

  “Why doesn’t she know you two dated?” He asks the question I hoped he wouldn’t ask.

  I shrug. “She would let him stay over really late when I was in high school because she thought we were best friends.”

  He shakes his head. “Fucking wonderful. Did he do anything to you back then?” His green eyes bearing into mine.

  I look at him confused. “No, of course not. Only you, I’ve never done anything with anyone but you. You know this,” I remind him.

  His body relaxes before tensing up again. “So, you never did anything with him at all?”

  I hesitate and he leans in closer.

  “We kissed,” I admit.

  Aiden’s fist clenches.

  I grin. “Honestly, it’s cute that you’re jealous, but you’re the first guy I’ve ever done anything serious with. And you’re a lot more...experienced. If I see one more girl whom you’ve slept with, I’m going to go fucking crazy.”

  He laughs, his eyes softening. “First off, hearing you say fuck is hilarious. Truth be told, I don’t like imagining anyone other than me touching you, let alone kissing you. It makes me want to put a hole through a wall. As for me, no one compares to you.” He leans in closer, kissing my cheek. “No one can do what you do to me.”

  I smile. “Well, don’t worry, because I have no interest in anyone else.”

  He stands up, towering over me as he snakes his large hands through my hair, pulling me closer. “I know you don’t, or I’ll fucking kill any man who even so much as breathes the same air as you.”

  He kisses my lips before sitting back down and crossing his arms. “So why did he invite you to dinner?”

  How can he do that to me and then just change the subject? I’m literally panting over here, and he looks calm and collected. Damn him.

  I shrug. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

  “Good girl.” He scoots closer.

  My body heats from his proximity, his scent giving me a heady high.

  Aiden’s features darken as his eyes drink me in. He looks like he’s about to attack me, like I’m his prey. He growls lowly before I feel his hand on my neck, gently but protectively squeezing, letting me know how much he owns me.

  I know I’m in for it later.

  I grin.

  I can’t wait.

  ∞∞∞

  The rest of the night goes smoothly.

  While he refused to cuddle with me during the movie out of respect for my mom, he held my hand firmly. As though if he eased up, I would fly away. I made him a sleeping spot on the couch, laughing when he laid down and his feet hung over.

  It’s midnight and I can’t sleep with Aiden downstairs. I know it’s only a matter of time before he comes up here, so I’m already expecting him when the door creaks an hour later. I only have on his shirt and a pair of panties.

  His hair is a disheveled perfect mess as he makes his way to my bed silently. His gray sweatpants sit dangerously low on his hips while his black shirt is pulled up slightly, exposing his perfectly toned tan stomach. It’s in that moment, I realize he brought pajamas. He knew he was either staying here or we were going to grab a hotel, I love his confidence in us.

  I admire his body as he pulls his shirt off and throws it on the floor. The shimmer of moonlight creeping in through my window highlights every well-defined muscle.

  He gently wraps my hair around his hands and tugs lightly, guiding me upwards. His mouth encases mine, his tongue devouring mine as we kiss. “On your knees.”

  Even his whisper is demanding, and hot.

  He grabs the bottom of my shirt, as I peer up at him heatedly, and yanks it off.

  “Knees.”

  I obey, sliding to the floor. The hard flooring hurts my knees a little, but looking up at him while kneeling by his feet makes me feel vulnerable, and I like it. He tugs down his pants with one hand while holding my head still. His large member is inches from my face, hard and throbbing, and I gulp at the sight of his length so close to my mouth.

  “Suck.” His voice is firm and full of authority.

  I grip his length in my hands, peering up at him with heated cheeks. “I don’t know how.” I think I do but what if I do it wrong? His dick twitches in my hands.

  Aiden smiles.

  I hold back a sigh. He looks so good from this angle.

  “Put your lips around me and suck gently, I’ll help with the rest.”

  I obey. Taking the tip of him into my mouth, he slowly rocks in and out. I place a gentle hand on his rock-hard stomach, reminding him that he’s been shot and needs to be careful, a laugh escapes him as he moves my hand away.

  He keeps a steady pace before pushing himself harder and further down my throat. I gag but he ignores it and continues. The feeling of him inside of my mouth is so new, I twirl my tongue as I suck, he gives me commands and I happily follow. Enjoying the way he’s teaching me to please him, and the way he taste. The fact that he has such power over me makes me squeeze my legs to ease the ache. This is so hot.

  “No one else’s cock will ever fill you. Only mine.” He growls.

  I look up through batted lashes and watch what I’m doing to him. His hair is messy, and his lips are parted. He looks heavenly.

  “I’m so lucky to get to ram my dick down your throat. The only fucking cock that will ever be inside any part of you. Mine. Fucking mine.” He moans, co
ntinuing his very welcomed assault.

  I try to push back, wanting to speak. But he holds my head firmly, not allowing it. He shoves in farther and harder each time I try. I’m dripping wet and whimpering with lust after minutes of this cat and mouse game. I’m thankful it’s late, and my noisy fan is on full volume to muffle the unfamiliar gagging currently coming from me.

  “You’ll never leave me again, understand?” His voice is ragged and earthy.

  I attempt to nod but his grip remains firm, pulling my hair up and down, mimicking the motion for me. The ache in my stomach is too much. Desperately needing relief, I move my hand between my legs.

  He chuckles darkly. “No.” Pulling out, he captures my hands, bringing them behind my back. “Stay.”

  I leave them as they are, loving how he commands me to do what he wants. Losing control and letting him make the decisions drives me wild.

  “You’re being punished. You left me.” He growls, coming to my eye level. “When I decide you deserve it, I’ll get you off myself.”

  He sinks his fingers into my hair and tugs firmly yet gently.

  I let out a moan.

  “Now, suck my fucking dick.”

  Aiden

  ∞∞∞

  I love the way she looks with her mouth wrapped around my cock. It’s so fucking sexy watching her suck me off yet so fucking cute as she tries to take all of me. The way her delicious pink lips swell from the force of my cock thrusting into her mouth and her sucking me off almost makes me come undone. She’s never looked better.

  I groan as the pleasure peaks, ramming into her warm mouth once more before pulling out. I watch, satisfied, as she breaths heavily. I move my hands from her hair to the nape of her neck, fingering the chain of necklace I got her.

  I pull her up. The way her eyes gloss over and her lips are smeared with a mixture of my pre-cum and her spit makes my dick throb.

  “You like your gift? You’ll always wear it?” It’s more of a demand than question.

  She flushes. “Of course.” She goes on her tippy toes, pressing her mouth to mine.

  I guide her to lay on the floor. The bed creaks too much. She arches her back, inviting me to take her panties off. I slip them down and gently rub her clit. I graze my hand over her voluptuous tits, kneading her perfect nipples in between my fingers. Covering her mouth when she moans too loudly. I was worried her gagging would wake her mom, but it was too fucking hot to worry about at that time.

  I admire the way she looks with my hand over her mouth. Only her eyes are visible as my hand practically covers her whole face. I can tell she likes it as her eyes heat. They roll back as I press one finger inside her. So. Fucking. Tight.

  I shove her perfect thighs, replacing my finger with my hard, throbbing cock. Still wet from her spit, I slide into her tight warmth easily and relax. Home.

  I never want to stop seeing her like this, trapped and pinned underneath me. I have complete control, just how I like it. Me taking her. The way her hair fans out on her floor is almost hauntingly beautiful. My cock pleasures her to the point her eyes roll in the back of her head, telling me just why she will never leave me again.

  My frame is massive compared to her. I know she says she’s bigger or whatever, but fuck, she’s just perfect. I’m tempted to grab her hips, squeezing them as I ram into her tight pussy. As much as I want to hear her sweet sounds, I keep a hand over her mouth while I fuck her.

  I pull out after making my girl cum multiple times. Looking into her eyes, I stroke my cock with one hand while lightly wrapping the other around her throat. She smiles when I squeeze lightly. I’m so fucking honored this sweet girl is a freak for me. I release myself onto the hardwood flooring beside her body. It’s a hard decision; her face or the floor. But I know she likes punishments.

  “Clean it,” I whisper demandingly, enjoying how she shivers from the heat of my breath.

  She bites her lip before leaning over to grab a towel from the laundry basket. She wipes my cum off her floor like a good girl. I’m thankful the sliver of moonlight allows me to see her blush.

  I pick her up and place her on the bed once she’s done and lay down next to her. I admire her perfect body. The way her curves sink into the soft bedding, and how her breasts are the perfect size, and so perky. I bite my lip, stopping myself from assaulting them with my teeth. She would look good with my teeth marks ravishing her chest.

  Instead, I focus on the lock. “This means I own you.” I twirl the delicate gold lock between my long fingers.

  She gives me a curious look before realization fills her perfect face. “It’s a lock.”

  I put my name on it for that very reason. She’s owned by me, as I am her. Now anyone will see my fucking name above her perfect tits. Good.

  I smirk. “It shows that you’re taken. I have the key, and it will always stay locked.” I trail kisses down her jawline and to the tops of her exposed breasts.

  “Always.”

  Seventeen

  Ican barely speak after last night, my throats sore. It was amazing and I want to do it again soon.

  “Need anything before I go honey?”

  Mom breaks me out of my trance, and I cough once, quietly telling her no.

  “Bye, Aiden! I’m not sure if you’ll be here when I get back, but it was nice to see you again.” She directs her soft gaze at me. “Emma, don’t forget we have dinner plans with the Millers and Aiden if you’ll still be here it would be lovely if you joined us.”

  I look over at Aiden, noting a mask of anger on his face before his demeanor goes back to his usual coolness. “Actually, I think we’re going to head back.” I gesture back towards the door and Mom gives a mock pout.

  Aiden surprises me then. “I would love to go Miss. Banks. We’ll head back to the city after, right, Em?”

  I nod, confused as to why he wants to stay.

  “I’ll see you two tonight!” She wraps me in a tight hug before leaving.

  I bolt for coffee, needing something warm for the ache in my throat. Aiden beats me to it, handing me a warm mug. It’s not coffee.

  He smirks, kissing me gently. “Sore throat?”

  I blush furiously.

  “Tea with honey. I made it after I heard you get out of bed. Thank God I didn’t fuck you on it. That thing creaks!”

  I bring the mug to my lips, hiding my red cheeks. I sip the warm tea, sighing as it soothes my throat. I study Aiden with appreciative eyes, even in the early morning, with his bed head and bunched up shirt, he looks like a beautiful disaster.

  I pull my lower lip between my teeth as images from last night flash in my mind and a dull ache grows between my legs. A low growl emanates from his chest as he backs me against the counter, capturing me in a kiss filled with such possessiveness that I shudder under his wandering hands. “Careful.” I tell him, reminding him of his wounds that he keeps forgetting about.

  Aiden sets my coffee cup on the counter before grabbing my thighs and lifting me onto the counter. I yelp as he impatiently spreads my legs apart. I run my hands through his messy hair as he plants wet kisses along my jawline. It is unlike his normal behavior. There’s no rhythmic motion to his actions, no hands sliding lustfully along my body. It’s as though he lost control.

  His eyes are wild as his rough hands grip and squeeze every inch of me possessively. He grabs the back of my neck and angles my head back, providing himself with a clear view of my neck.

  I moan as he sucks on the sensitive nape of my neck. I pull away to catch my breath. “You can’t give me a hickey now!” I swat playfully at him.

  He groans, his wild emerald eyes raking up and down my body. “Why the fuck not?”

  When I move to close my legs, he places two firm hands on them, stopping them from moving. “Do not close your legs, Em. Open.” He kisses my lips softly. “Open for me, Em. You always keep them open, sweet girl.” He grips my thighs. “For me.”

  I bite my lip, as the ache grows, and desire floods my body.

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nbsp; He glances down at my hardened nipples and growls. “That’s it.”

  Yanking my panties and shorts off, he nudges my legs open and takes me on the counter. He holds me tight, leaving his marks on me. I struggle to pull away, not wanting him to leave marks where Mom can see. Yet he keeps trying.

  Growing impatient, Aiden wraps my hair around his hand and tugs my head to the side roughly and firmly. He bites and sucks possessively on the tender skin of my neck, his harsh stubble scratching me in the most pleasant way. His grunts and moans stoke a burning sensation in my stomach.

  I want to argue with him, to pull away or push him away. But the way his fingers gently slide over my panties, stroking my clit, turns me into a speechless mess. Besides, my throat hurts too much to protest.

  I glance in the mirror after he’s satisfied, grazing my fingers along the sore skin. My neck is dotted with markings.

  He wraps his arms around my waist and growls into my ear, his voice earthy and husky. “You’ll be sorry if you put any makeup on that tonight.”

  What is that about?

  Aiden

  ∞∞∞

  If it isn’t for the text Emma received after falling asleep in my arms, I wouldn’t be going to this fucking dinner party. But he needs to see that she’s spoken for.

  The number wasn’t saved but the second I read it; I knew who it was.

  ‘Can’t wait to see you tomorrow night.’

  I laugh. He has no idea whose girl he’s texting. It’s innocent enough but the next text made my blood boil.

  ‘Maybe you can stay over after dinner? I want to see you bite that lip again ;)’

  I almost woke her up to interrogate her but she’s tired and I trust her. I still remember her whimpers and small screams last night as she slept, probably from a nightmare. I played with her hair as she calmed down.

  I wait for Emma to come downstairs so we can head over to this idiot’s house. So help me, God, if she walks down in anything other than a very conservative dress, I’m telling her to change. Thankfully, she doesn’t, and she looks adorable.