Chapter 17

Ella

It’s funny how things turn out. I’d always wanted to go in this house growing up, but never knew anyone who lived in it. It was the finest house on the beach and had always been painted the most incredible shade of blue that it looked like an extension of the sky and ocean.

I perused through each room of the house as Aiden toured me and then we made our way back to the front after going full circle. “It’s even more beautiful than I imagined. I don’t blame you for wanting to live here full-time. You should.”

He gestured to the sofa. “Sit with me a while?”

I didn’t hesitate as I lowered myself to the soft sofa. “This is nice.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I meant this, being here with you.” She lay her head back against the sofa and closed her eyes.

“Are you tired?”

“It has been a really interesting night. Eventful.” I shivered thinking about the twins being my sister and Scott Blue. Scott Blue was my father. I felt the throw blanket that had been across the arm of the sofa now across me.

“You’re shivering,”

“Thank you.” The blanket helped put me at ease. “I’m afraid I’m still trying to calm down.”

“I’m sorry about all of that. I know it was ugly and bound to have rattled some nerves.” He rubbed his hand down my arms as if to warm me, soothe me.

Laughter had spilled from my lips before I realized how it must sound. “You don’t know the half of it.” I rolled my head to the back of the couch to face him and met his eyes with an exhausted glance.

He angled himself toward me. “Was there more?”

I belted another laugh. “So much more.”

“Okay, you’re going to have to explain, because your crazy laughter is starting to creep me out.” He laughed too and placed his arm on the back of the sofa. I leaned in toward him, resting myself back against his chest. We settled into one another, and he even placed his arm across me.

“When I got back to the house I ran into Millie— also known as Mama Blue because she’s Scott Blue’s mother, and I told her I lost my ring, and then she let it slip out that she remembered when my father gave it to my mother.” I glanced up at him to see if he remembered what I’d told him earlier. I saw it the moment it registered, his eyes widened.

“Wait, she knows your father?”

I nodded. “Oh yeah, she knows him very well. She gave birth to him.”

“No fucking way. Scott Blue is—that’s where you get those eyes!” Everyone knew Scott Blue’s trademark blue eyes. They were even bluer than Frank Sinatra’s.

“Yeah, I’d always thought they seemed familiar.” My smile faded, and then I gave him another telling glance.

“Shit. That means the twins are your sisters.” He closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Yeah. So, again, it’s been a hell of a night. And the sad thing is, I’m not supposed to know because Nola doesn’t know. The twins don’t either, of course.”

“Talk about family secrets.”

“Yeah, so they fired me, earlier tonight. My little sisters.” We shared a laugh, but I wanted to cry. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m supposed to be moving out, per their orders, but Millie tells me since I’m her granddaughter and she owns the house, that I can stay as long as I want. But how do I live there with that secret?”

“You could stay here if you need to.” My back stiffened, but I shook my head.

“That’s generous, but I can’t do that.” I realized he’d left his party to come after me and wondered if he was going to hear about it from his mother. “Thanks for leaving your party for me.”

“I’d rather be here with you than with anyone else.” His warm mouth landed on my neck, and the chills went straight to my core causing it to ache and throb.

I turned my head and captured his mouth and then I shifted toward him, and him toward me until we were facing. His hands came around me, pulling me closer and my hand found his thigh. He matched my touch, placing his hand on my thigh and rubbing soft circles, inching his way between them, closer and closer to my sex. I nudged forward, helping his hand find its way and then in another minute I was grinding against him, and my hand was busy on his hard erection through his clothes.

“We don’t have to if you want to take it slow. It’s not why I brought you here, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t want you right now, Ella.”

“So, have me,” I whispered against his jawline making my way to his ear where I nipped his lobe.

He pressed his hand firmly against me, rubbing with a soft pressure that had my tender bud swollen and ready for more attention. As if reading my mind, he obliged, slipping down off the couch to his knees and pushing up my dress. The blue silk bunched around my hips, and I lay back, lifting my ass so he could pull it up and over my hips. Then he slipped down my thin, lace panties and left them around my knees for a moment as he let his eyes linger on me. Then she slipped them down further, and they brushed my calves before slipping away from my feet.

His hands parted my knees and then slipped up my thighs, his thumbs brushing against me, one parting my folds as the other found my clit. I bucked forward at the pleasure, and he smiled, liking the torture he inflicted. He pulled his hands away and then rubbed my soft, bare mound.

“You’re so beautiful.” His head dipped down, and his mouth moved on me, caressing me softly as I rolled my hips against him. I was drenched between my legs, just an inch away from where he lapped and nibbled, and then his strong hand returned to my sex, as the other reached up and stroked my nipple.

As his thumb worked across my tight pink bud, his finger slipped deep into my channel, caressing my walls which ached for his hard length.

I’d only gotten a quick feel, but it was enough to know what he had waiting for me. It was long and thick, the bulbous head nice and fat with a defined rim.

I wanted it so bad, and to give him the pleasure he was giving me. I writhed against him, his hand pulling back, but only to add another finger which he used to spread me wide so his tongue could fuck me deep into my wet hole.

A soft moan escaped me, and he looked up, meeting my eyes, his hand still working. “You like that?” He curled his fingers, letting then work my most tender place as he stroked and I nodded and bit my lip as he drew his tongue across me, not breaking his stare.

I lifted my foot and ran it against his hard cock. “I want to feel you.”

“I can arrange that,” he said, getting to his feet and taking my hand. I sat up and then slipped down to my knees, and his eyes widened. “I was going to take you to the bed.”

“Give me a moment?” I reached for his zipper, feeling my silk slip down over my hips as I lowered it, and tugged down his tuxedo pants.

“Be my guest.” He smiled as I undressed him. He’d left his jacket and vest in the car, and his shirt was long untucked. He unbuttoned it as I slipped his pants down, and then it fell from his strong shoulders and to the floor. He stepped from his pants and kicked them aside. I stood up and turned around, lifting my hair so he could take down my zipper. I let the dress fall and then slipped off the fine lace strapless I’d wore to match my panties.

Once we were both naked, I lowered myself back to my knees and took in his tight, muscular body on my way down. His strong shoulders, perfect arms, broad chest, and of course his rippled abs were impressive, and I wondered how long he spent a day keeping himself in such physical perfection.

But the sexiest part of him was only inches from my face, jutting out proudly, as thick as my wrist and long enough to be a challenge. I wasn’t sure I could take him, but I leaned forward and rested my hands on his legs as I took him into my mouth. His fat, swollen head was like a ripe berry ready to burst on my tongue, and I gave it a hard suck, pulling a tiny drop of nectar that had splashed against my tongue, salty and sweet all at once.

His hand found my hair and caressed I softly, I’d taken it down on the way home in the car, the intricate crown I’d braided had not done my throbbing head any favors, and now I was glad I had. He gathered it up and held it. I felt his heavy sac bounce against my chin, and I relaxed my throat, wondering just how much I could take and lowered myself. His hand held my hair tight, pulling me against him as if he’d read my mind and as his thick cock filled up my throat. His fat head popped past my tonsils, hitting the limits. I spasmed a bit, and I moaned, holding me on it until I eased through it. Then he pulled me off, and his eyes met mine with wonder as if he were truly amazed.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He pulled me up to my feet and held me steady as I wobbled. “Let me take you to bed.” I nodded, and as he led the way up the stairs, I got an amazing look at his ass.

“You’re perfect too.”