Chapter Ten

 

“Let’s go.”

I stared at Aron. “W-what?”

I thought we were going to stay in for the night. I’d been playing around with the clothes I got, piecing together outfits in the bathroom. Right now, I wore a pair of dark flared jeans with a brown scoop neck sweater that showed far too much boob for me to wear without something under it—in this case, a black tank top.

“I’ve called a cab; they will be outside soon.”

A cab? I frowned as I made my way out of the bathroom. Damnit, I don’t have time to change. I slipped into the flats I’d just bought.

“I thought we were staying in for the night.”

“I changed my mind, come on.” He took my hand before I could reach for my purse and all but dragged me out of the room. The door closed behind us, and we headed for the elevator. As it opened and we stepped onto it, my jaw dropped.

So did the elderly woman’s. She stared at me, then at Aron and looked away.

“Hello,” I said stepping into the elevator. “Nice to see you again.”

I prayed silently that this would be the last time we ran into this couple in the elevator. I couldn’t help smirking as we all stood there in the most awkward silence I’d ever experienced.

I reached out and took Aron’s hand. I’m not sure if it was to comfort him or if it was just to be an asshole and make that woman uncomfortable for the way she had made my boyfriend feel earlier. For making him feel like he shouldn’t be with me. I didn’t make eye contact with her or her husband as the elevator came to a stop and I stepped out.

Aron and I headed outside to find a cab waiting for us.

“Wow, that was quick.”

I have to admit, I was impressed by it. We slid in, and Aron gave an address. I didn’t pay much attention; I was too busy watching out my window as people passed by. They all looked in a rush, trying to get from one place to the next.

The car sped off, joining the rush of traffic as I realized I had no clue what we were doing.

“Where are we going?”

“Just somewhere.”

“Where?”

Aron’s eyes shone, but he didn’t say a word. He just pulled me into a kiss. A kiss that I returned, allowing it to distract me. It wasn’t that I forgot about the conversation, it was that I didn’t want to fight more than anything.

I pulled away, giving him a soft smile; after all, we were in the back seat of a taxi. I wasn’t going to have a full-on make out session with him. If he’d wanted that, we should have stayed at the hotel.

 

I stared out the window the entire time, trying to take everything in. Trying to see the Empire State Building, trying to catch a sight of classic New York. The kind of stuff you would see on the TV. I wanted to go back home and tell someone I felt like I’d been in a move. But who? It’s not like Rebecca and I were talking. And I wasn’t going to be besties with Sarah. I bit my lip. I could tell my mom, but we hadn’t talked in such a long time; I wasn’t sure I’d feel like I could just tell her anything.

I lost myself in my thoughts. I should try to patch things up with Rebecca. But … she was the one who decided she didn’t want anything to do with me. She was the one who stopped talking to me. I wasn’t the one who decided this friendship wasn’t worth it. It was true, not that that made me feel any better about the thoughts; if anything, they just made me feel worse.

I wanted to patch things up with Rebecca, and if I’d been the one to tell her we weren’t going to be friends anymore, I could try to take that back. I could try to patch things up with her. Now, I really wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do.

I mean, I could try to patch things up, but she’d made it clear she didn’t want to be my friend.

She’d made it clear that John was more important to her than I was.

As the car slowed down, I was snapped back to reality. I stared out the window with wide eyes.

“Wow.” I turned to Aron. “Are you … is this … it looks closed.”

I turned back to the sign. Nothing was going. Nothing looked like it was moving.

“It’s not. I called to make sure.” His eyes sparkled as he handed a bill over to the cab driver and waved away the change.

I slipped out of the car and looked around, shaking my head. This wasn’t possible, was it? My mouth fell open as I just stared.

Coney Island.

I stood there speechless, trying to take everything in, but I couldn’t. All I could do was stand there and stare at the sign.

“Come on ...” Aron took my hand, guiding me along. “We can’t just stand outside.”

“It looks closed,” I repeated.

“It’s not, to us.”

My brow furrowed. “What—” Everything clicked. I stumbled over my own footing. He’d managed to get the park just to us? How? I stared at him with wide eyes. The man I’m dating is … amazing.

And powerful. I couldn’t deny that, and honestly, it made me a little scared.

We made our way into the park.

“How did you do this?”

“I managed to offer enough for the manager to agree to it.” He shrugged. “It all comes down to what something is worth to someone and how much they can afford. This was worth anything to me, so I offered a good price.”

“Really?”

Aron stopped, turning to face me. “Really. Because you’re important to me. You mean a lot to me. I know we hardly know each other and that we haven’t been dating that long, but you mean so much to me already.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing my cheeks.

 

I didn’t dare say it. I didn’t dare tell her that I thought I was in love with her. If I said that, she’d think I was crazy. I took a deep breath and forced myself to look away from her.

“So, how about some of that pizza?”

 

“Sounds perfect.” My eyes sparkled as I let him lead the way to a vendor and order us two slices of cheese pizza.

I stared at him the entire time, my mind lost in thought. It looked like he had been about to say something right there. Like it had been important.

I was important to him; he’d just said that. But … what did that mean? Was he trying to say that he loved me? Was he trying to say that this was more than a crush?

My heart raced, butterflies filling my stomach. The idea of him caring about me that much … the idea that he could love me. I caught his eye, and he gave me a smile.

I think I love you.

I wanted to say it out loud. I wanted to tell him that was how I felt. But maybe I was just being crazy. I must be. I hardly know him.

We hadn’t been together all that long. To say I was in love with him would be … crazy. But would it be such a bad thing?

“Here.”

Before I could answer my own question, Aron handed me a slice of pizza.

“So, now what?”

“Now, we go ride some rides. There is going to be a firework display tonight, too. If you want to stay that late.”

I took a mouthful of pizza to avoid showing just how excited I was about it. I couldn’t believe that I was lucky enough to have someone like Aron in my life.

“What ride do you want to take first?” I asked.

“How about that one ...” He pointed towards the one closest to us.

“Sounds perfect.” I took the last bite of my pizza and moved closer to him as I chewed and swallowed. “And maybe the last ride I take for the night can be you,” I whispered close to his ear.

His cheeks turned a shade of pink that made me grin widely.

“I like your way of thinking.” His eyes glistened as he wrapped his arm around my hips gently, his hand tracing down to my butt. I grinned as we headed over to the rides. I can’t believe I get to do this.

We didn’t have to wait in line. We were the only ones here, and that meant we could do almost anything we wanted.

And we did.

We rode rides, ate ice cream, even played some of those silly games where you have to shoot the target.

 

“That was … amazing,” I said as we made our way back into the hotel room, another bag in my hand filled with gifts for family and friends. Or for myself, depending on how I was feeling—but I justified spending it all on friends and family.

“I’m glad you had fun.”

Aron’s eyes sparkled as he closed the door behind us. I heard him lock the door and make his way into the room as I slipped out of my shoes and turned to him. A grin spread over my face as I watched him slip out of his leather jacket.

As much as I liked seeing him in a suit, I liked seeing him in that leather jacket too. I liked it even more when he took it off, though. I closed the distance between us as I let my bag fall to the ground.

“What’s up?” he asked, his arms circling around me. My lips touched his for a fraction of a second, and he returned my kiss.

“I was hoping you would be,” I whispered, my hand reaching for the zipper on his jeans.

Aron’s eyes shone. “Really?”

My fingers traced over a small bulge; cupping his growing erection, I massaged him gently. Aron’s eyes rolled back for a fraction of a second.

“It’s the ride I wanted to take the most all day.”

He reached out, his hand resting on my butt as I massaged him gently.

“You tease me,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry; I plan to please you too.”

His grin widened as he guided me over to the bed, I let him, pulling him along with me.

His lips crashed against mine, his teeth grazing my lower lip as his fingers traced over the curves of my body.

I moaned softly as he sat down on the bed, pulling me on top of him. I grinned, straddling his lap. My fingers tangled in his hair as we fell back on the bed, our kiss growing more and more passionate. My eyes locked on Aron’s. They sparkled as he looked at me, never breaking contact.

My heart skipped a beat. I thought about back at Coney Island and then took a deep breath and forced myself to keep my mouth shut.

I pulled away, just enough for my teeth to graze his neck gently. Aron moaned, his fingers tracing along my back ever so slowly.

His fingers brushed my skin, slipping up my shirt. I moaned, my eyes rolling back as he pulled me closer to him, rolling me onto my back; his lips traced along my jawline and towards my neck, covering every inch of skin in kisses.

“Aron ...” I moaned his name softly.

His teeth nipped at my skin. His eyes blazed with lust as I said his name. My heart skipped a beat seeing the look on his face.

He pulled away, looking me up and down. His eyes shone as he traced a hand up my shirt, pushing it up so he could see my skin.

“Sit up.”

I did as I was told and let him pull my shirt over my head. I wasn’t used to a man having so much control.

“Lay back down.”

Again, I did as I was told. His eyes sparkled as his lips lowered to my breasts, pushing my bra out of the way as he kissed my skin.

I moaned, my eyes rolling back as his tongue played with my nipple, his hot breath sending goose bumps over my skin.

I felt his hands grab hold of my jeans, pulling them down without bothering to unbutton them.

It all happened so quickly. My pants were off and had been thrown to the other end of the hotel room.

My heart raced as desire pooled in the pit of my stomach. I pulled Aron towards me, my lips crashing against his. A soft moan escaped me as his fingers wrapped in my hair and he straddled me. He pulled away, his lips trailing along my jawline and towards my earlobe. He nibbled my earlobe softly.

“Undo my pants,” he whispered, his fingers still in my hair. He pulled away from me as I reached for the button on his jeans, undid it in a fraction of a second and had them pulled down to his knees.

I pulled his boxers down and his thick cock sprang forward.

He moved up my body, straddling my chest. It didn’t take any verbal communication for me to know what he was getting at.

I opened my mouth. Without a word, his cock slid into my mouth.

I moaned, taking as much as I could into my mouth.

Aron’s fingers tightened in my hair as his hips worked, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, faster and faster and faster. Careful not to go too deep.

My eyes rolled back as I relaxed my body. I moaned, letting my tongue flick over his cock as it moved in and out of my mouth.

Aron’s fingers tightened in my hair as he let out a soft moan.

He pulled away suddenly.

My eyes snapped open to see him climb off me and spread my legs. He settled down between them, grabbing my thighs and pulling me closer to him.

Holding onto my thighs, Aron’s lips lowered to my pussy. I gasped as his tongue flicked over my panties, through my folds and into me. My fingers tangled in the sheets as his tongue worked over me, inside me, exploring every inch of me he could reach and then back out, circling my clit, teasing me as I moaned louder. He pulled me closer to him. His tongue poking in and out of me faster and faster, slipping out, circling my clit.

My eyes rolled back.

Then it all stopped.

I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out as I watched him slip off the bed and head towards his bag.

I watched him pull the condom out of the front pouch and come over to me with a wide grin. I slipped my panties off and tossed them onto the ground with the rest of my clothing. Aron made his way back to me.

I watched as he slipped out of his T-shirt, his muscles flexing as he tore into the condom package and slipped it over his thick cock.

I spread my legs, welcoming him to me as he crawled onto the bed, reaching out for my hand. Our fingers tangled together as his head touched my folds. I gasped as he thrust into me, my fingers digging into the bedding. I bit back a moan as he pulled away and thrust back into me.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Soft and gentle at first, but getting faster and faster. Harder and harder.

He squeezed my hand gently, thrust into me.

I moaned, my eyes rolling back. With all the foreplay, I knew neither of us would last very long, but I didn’t want to finish already.

I squeezed his hand seconds before he pulled it away from me. His lips touched my mouth gently.

“Play with yourself,” he whispered against my lips.

His words sent a shiver down my spine that was more than welcome.

I reached between my legs, my fingers circling my clit.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” I warned him.

“Good.” His voice was thick with lust and pleasure. “I’m not either.”

My heart raced as he thrust into me faster and harder; my mind still on his words.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

My fingers circled my clit, faster and faster. Keeping time with Aron’s every thrust.

His lips lowered to mine, his teeth grazing my lower lip gently.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

He pulled away, and I opened my mouth to protest as his eyes sparkled.

“You wanted to ride me, didn’t you?”

My heart did a backflip as I watched him lay down, and I crawled on top of him quickly, sliding him inside me. I moaned as he filled me, my eyes rolling back. My fingers pressed into his chest as I began to move.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Fast and hard, his cock slamming into me with every movement. I moaned as I reached between my legs again, rubbing my clit.

Aron’s fingers traced over the curves of my body to my breast. His thumb and forefinger playing with my nipple. I gasped, riding his cock faster.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

My fingers circled over my clit, faster and faster as my eyes rolled back. I was so close.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Faster and faster. Harder and harder.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

My fingers traced over my clit, keeping time with every thrust.

Aron’s hands moved away from my breast, down to my hips, digging into my ass gently. I moaned louder.

Aron took over, pulling me down onto him, one hand tracing up the curves of my body.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Fast and hard he thrust into me again and again.

My moans turned into a soft scream, my fingers digging into his skin as he slapped my ass gently. I gasped.

That was enough to send me over the edge.

My hips bucked against him as my toes curled.

“Ohhhh fuck,” I moaned as everything went a hazy white.

My fingers dug into Aron, causing him to moan softly against my ear.

“Cum for me,” he whispered.

I buried my face into the crook of his neck, muffling my moans as I gasped. Pleasure surged through my body. I panted, my toes curling as wave after wave of pleasure surged through me.

“Oh yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Another wave of pleasure ripped through my body.

Aron gasped, thrusting into me harder and harder.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

I moaned, another wave and another. The next wave softer than the last.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Soft and gentle. Just like the last wave of pleasure that rippled through me.

I took several deep breaths before I pushed myself up. Forcing myself to open my eyes, I stared down at the man I was with. My lips touched his for a fraction of a second, and his fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled me into a kiss.

“I love you, Melina.”