Chapter 29

Ella

I spent the next week moving back home. I’d stored most of my things in a storage unit not far from the place, so I hired a moving company to get the heavy things and spent the time alone without much help, aside from Millie.

“Where do you want these?” Millie held up a box that had mason jars full of sea glass I’d found through the years, and I smiled thinking about my mother. She’d had me collect the pieces in hopes that one day she’d do something with it.

“On the table is fine. I think I’ll take that out to the workshop later. Mom always wanted to make a special piece with it, but you know, I think I might have just found my inspiration for a new collection.” There was enough glass there to do some repurposed art pieces that would hopefully launch my name into the stratosphere.

“You should. Now that you have your mother’s contacts, you’re on your way, kid.” Nola had tried to keep me from anyone that could have helped me in the industry, and like a fool, I’d believed every lie she fed me.

“I still can’t believe the lengths she went to. All because of something my mother did. I mean, I’ve known Nola my entire life, and she was like an aunt to me in many ways.” I shook my head, still not understanding the level of hate, but then again, my mother had betrayed her.

“Have you talked to him?” Millie treaded lightly around the subject over the past weeks. She knew that I needed some time to think.

“No.”

“Have you decided what you’re going to do?”

“I’m going to call him over I think, let him see the place, ask if we can talk about us.”

“He loves you, Ella.”

“I think he does. I’m just not sure I’ll ever be enough for him or his mother, at least not for the right reasons.” The headlines on all the tabloids were already screaming about Scott Blue’s love child, and I knew that Nola had probably leaked the shocker herself for a profit.

The twins standing by their father had been the shock of my life, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think that their kindness extended to me. We might be sisters, and I didn’t have to work for them, but they’d never see me as their equal and I wasn’t planning on being a part of any family portraits any time soon.

Having Millie around, though, it made me feel like I had a family again.

“That’s all for me for the day, kid. I’m far too old for all of this manual labor.” I followed as she went to the kitchen to get her handbag and phone from the countertop. “Call him.” I had a feeling her sudden urge to leave was Aiden related. She’d been pressing the issue, telling me how he’s the one who begged her to stop me from leaving until he returned.

He had helped me and saved my life in many ways, and even though I missed him like crazy, he hadn’t called. I’d gotten one message that simply said: When you’re ready. I wasn’t sure he was still waiting. It had been long enough for him to move on or find someone new with less drama and scandal. I doubted his mother had been too happy to see that his name had been mentioned in the tabloids as my lover.

I walked to the dining room table and found my phone next to the box of mason jars. I dialed Aiden and picked one up that was full of amber glass and rolled it on the table listening to the sound as the phone rang. Something about it was soothing, and I took a deep breath as I heard his voice. “Ella?”

“Aiden.” I closed my eyes and savored the word on my lips.

“I’ve missed you, Ella. Can I see you?”

“Yes, I’m at my house if you want to come over. I’m still unpacking.”

“I’d love to help.” I heard his keys rattle on the other end of the phone and then a moment later his door closing.

“You don’t have to help.” He cranked up his car, and I shook my head wondering if he was going to insist.

“I want to help. If you want me around.” The words broke my heart, and I hated that he thought I didn’t want him around. I had missed him so much it hurt.

“You know I do, don’t you? I’ve only needed a little space to realize how much.”

“I hope you mean it because I’m pulling into your drive.” He’d been at his beach house down the road, and I hurried to meet him out front with a smile as he pulled in and parked. He opened his car door, and I was there to greet him.

“You were down the street.” I put my hands on my hips, and he got to his feet.

“At the risk of sounding like a total loser, I’ve been there the whole time. I wanted to be as close as possible.”

“You’re not a loser. I’ve missed you too.” He pulled me in and instead of a long hot kiss, he cradled my head against his chest.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He released a long breath and let me loose.

“Come inside. I want you to see my progress. It’s all coming together again.” I led him by the hand into the front room where he put his hands on my hips and stayed close behind as I walked him through to the kitchen.

“It’s beautiful. I’m so happy it’s all working out for you, Ella. You deserve it.”

“I’m not sure everything is working. I mean, there is that tabloid mess. I wanted to apologize about what they said.”

“Why apologize? I mean, unless it’s not true? I mean the part about me, of course.” He lifted his shoulders and gave me a boyish grin. “I don’t mind being known as your lover.”

I giggled, and he stepped behind me and pulled me close, whispering in my ear. “Do you mind it?”

Chills went down my spine as the tingles pulsed through me, and I felt myself grow with desire, my nipples hardening, my core aching. It had been much too long since I’d been this close. His arm snaked around my front, hitching me closer as his stiff cock pressed into my back.

I reached back and stroked it, and he hissed in my ear before spinning me around and walking me back to the table. As my ass found a place to rest, I lifted my legs and brought them around him.

“Is this too fast, Ella? We can talk if you want? Talk about the two of us and where you want it to go. You do want this, don’t you?” He searched my eyes, and I smiled, pulling his mouth back to mine.

I’d let my body do the talking. I ground my hips forward, standing higher on my toes rub against his cock, and then, to show him how much I missed him, how much I still desired him. I reached for his zipper and worked his pants down around his ass, enough to spring his cock free. It was hard for me, veiny and shiny at the tip. His red head looked like it must be throbbing, so I leaned over and took it into my mouth.

Aiden’s hips bucked forward, and soon he was rocking his hips gently against me, letting me take him inch by precious inch until he hit the back of my throat. It had been a while since I tackled his broad girth and long length. I tried to relax, and myself take it, but before I could get too deep, he pulled me off.

“Mm. I’ve really missed you. I want inside you, Ella.” He rubbed me through my clothes, pressing firmly against my mound, and then he lay me back on the table and peeled my clothes away. I loved being naked for him, especially when I could feel his eyes on me, trailing down my body, stopping to take in the swells of my breasts, which he squeezed a bit tighter and all the way down to my little slit, which he rubbed his swollen cock against. He reached down and scooted me closer to the edge, and then I watched as he slowly inched inside me, his cock splitting me open, taking me to my limits as always. I settled around him and then he slowly ground himself against me, rolling his hips with the slightest movement.

It wasn’t his usual fucking. He was making love to me, caressing my channel with his cock. I tilted my hips, and he stroked against my spot, the most tender one where all the nerves in my body seemed to connect, and it kicked my pleasure into overdrive. I writhed beneath him, my own pace going wild and he matched it long enough for me to come all over his cock.

“That’s my girl.” Aiden’s words swelled my heart with pride. I had missed being his.