Chapter Twelve

Blake

 

The house was empty Monday evening when I returned home. I’d avoided Aiden all weekend, mostly by staying at the library to finish a few chapters of my book. Even though I hadn’t come face to face with him, he was all that was on my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about our night together, how perfect, how absolutely delicious it had been.

I wanted more; I knew that, but I wasn’t ready to admit it to anyone, especially Aiden. What would Liam think? After the way he reacted to the marriage of convenience, I couldn’t imagine him being okay with the benefits I wanted to add.

A bottle of white wine caught my eye, sitting on the top of the fridge, pushed almost to the wall. I’d never noticed Aiden drinking wine before, so I assumed he wouldn’t miss it if it was gone. I stretched up, reached the bottle, and pulled it towards my chest while I looked for a glass and corkscrew.

The kitchen was huge, made for someone who loved to cook, and I still hadn’t become acquainted with where everything was stored. I shuffled through drawers until the corkscrew was found, and then reached for one of the wine glasses dangling from the built-in holder inside the cabinet.

Just one glass, I told myself, just to take the edge off before Aiden showed up. I wondered if he’d been working so much over the weekend to avoid me for the same reasons I’d avoided him. Our meetings were extremely brief since that night and usually ended with me skipping out, coming up with the excuse that I was close to a breakthrough on the book. That was the farthest thing from the truth. I was stuck, my mind occupied with the memories of Aiden’s chiseled body, smooth skin, and seductive eyes. My body tingled all over every time I pictured him staring into my eyes that night as he held me, rocked into me, his body filling mine with more satisfaction than I’d ever imagined possible.

I poured my first glass of wine, taking a seat at the table in the center of the kitchen. Warmness filled me as I pulled my knees towards my chest and let my mind wander back to when I was in Aiden’s strong arms.

 No, Blake, no, I shrugged him from my mind. It was Aiden, my brother’s best friend, one of my best friends; he was off limits, and that was that.

That one glass turned into two, and two turned into three. As the front door opened, and I heard Aiden holler that he was home, I was pouring the last few drops of the fruity alcohol into my glass.

“There you are,” Aiden smirked, leaning against the frame of the kitchen doorway.

I was surprised that I didn’t tense, that my body hadn’t frozen with anxiety at his presence. The wine had done the trick, calming me, giving me the appearance of someone cool, someone that wasn’t daydreaming, agonizing, and reliving that delicious moment we’d shared.

“You’re home late,” I noted, sipping from my glass after I spoke.

“We’ve been blasted with business the last few days,” he replied, not a single drop of dirt on his clothes or skin.

I knew he was avoiding me, just as I’d been avoiding him. I smiled, hiding my chuckle deep in my soul so it wouldn’t escape. It was amusing to watch him lie or try to. He wasn’t very good at it; that was obvious as his eyes dropped towards the floor, his cheeks reddened, and he quickly ushered into the kitchen to fumble through the cabinets for a glass.

“Any wine left?” he asked.

“Sorry,” I sighed, lifting the bottle to show its emptiness.

“No worries,” he chuckled, reaching into a cabinet above the fridge.

I watched as he pushed through the bottles. Holy shit, he had a lot of wine.

“Here we go,” he smiled, pulling down a bottle that matched the one I’d already consumed.

“I didn’t think you were a wine drinker,” I noted, smirking a bit from amusement and surprise.

“Not in front of the guys,” he laughed.

“So, it’s our little secret,” I smiled.

His eyes moved to mine, his tall frame standing over me, shadowing me, as he worked the corkscrew into the bottle.

“Yes, our little secret,” he repeated softly.

My eyes wandered to his hands, so strong, so precise, as he unscrewed the cork from the bottle. I could feel his fingers inside of me, twisting, turning, and teasing. I looked up, his eyes heavy on mine, and I knew I’d started to blush.

“I talked to Liam today,” he said softly.

My heart raced. Oh God, why?

“You didn’t tell him, d-did you?” my voice cracked.

“No, of course not,” he insisted, but I wasn’t sure I completely believed him.

“What did you tell him?” I asked.

“I went to ask for his approval,” he smiled.

“Approval?” I questioned.

“Yes. I don’t want to keep more secrets from him, especially about us,” he announced calmly.

I was stunned. My eyes followed his hands, pouring the wine into the glass, nearly to the rim. He motioned towards me, nodding to ask if I wanted a refill. I did, but I didn’t. My head was feeling light, and the bottle I’d finished causing me to become a little dizzy. His announcement, his declaration, the wine, it was all too much to absorb.

“I don’t see where that was necessary,” I snipped.

“I do,” Aiden insisted.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because, if things progress between us, he wouldn’t like being left in the dark, again,” Aiden stated.

“It was just sex, just one night,” I snickered, trying to stay cool.

“What if I want more?” Aiden asked softly, his hands moving towards me, resting on my shoulders and gently massaging.

My body ached at the thought of being wrapped in Aiden’s arms once again. It was all I’d thought about in days.

He leaned down, his breath hot on my neck, his lips so close they were tickling my skin as he gently pushed my hair from my shoulder. I exhaled, hard and loud as his lips pressed into mine, kissing me passionately. I melted at first, unable to stop this beautiful sensation flowing through my body, unable to fight my own urges.

“Wait,” I pulled back, lucidity finally pushing forth.

Aiden pulled back, his eyes still filled with hunger as they stared into mine and his cheeks painted red with passion.

“Blake, we’re good together; you can’t deny that,” he spoke softly.

I couldn’t deny it, but we were friends, and he was my older brother’s best friend. We couldn’t. Could we?

“So, we could be friends with benefits?” I spoke softly, my heart still beating hard against my chest with anticipation and desire.

“We’re already so much more: we’re married,” he smiled.

“Then, what do you want?” I asked, unclear about his intentions.

“I want to date you, to do right by you, to make you happy in every way,” he whispered, his voice dripping like honey from his lips to my ears.

My head fell back against his hand as he leaned in for another kiss. I didn’t even try to fight it, his words were so tender, so exciting, causing my body to tingle from head to toe.

Aiden’s hands slid down my back, pulling me from the back of the chair and into his hard chest as our mouths pressed hard together.

My legs spread, letting him slither into me like a wild snake in the grass. I moaned, unable to hide my excitement and unwilling to hold back my emotions. My arms gripped around his thick shoulders as his hands rolled past my waist. He lifted me upward, my bottom leaving the chair without resistance, cupped in his strong hands.

A squeal rolled from my lips as he quickly lifted me to the large island counter in the center of the kitchen. The tile was cool against my flesh as his hands slid out from beneath me, but the warmth of his body pressing against mine soothed the shock.

His hand pressed into my chest, gently pushing me back against the tile of the island. I looked into his eyes, searching for anything to tell me this was okay, finding enough to allow me to relax, to follow his unspoken orders.

My eyes closed after taking a quick mental picture of Aiden’s dark eyes and strong physique. His hands moved across my chest, gently cupping each breast before sliding down my stomach, circling my navel that peeked out from my thin t-shirt. Warmth engulfed the exposed skin, and then the smoothness of his lips pressed into my flesh. My back arched, pushing my body against his mouth as his tongue traced along the edge of my shorts.

I reached down, gripping Aiden’s dark hair between my fingers, gently tugging as I let out a moan. His hands gripped my shorts tightly, my body lifted with approval, and he slid them from my body, letting them drop to the floor.

My legs dangled over the edge of the counter, Aiden’s hands resting firmly on my knees. My eyes opened, taking in his image, enjoying the look of hunger in his eyes as he stared between my legs, obviously grateful I hadn’t taken the time to wear panties.

My pussy throbbed with arousal as Aiden’s finger slowly slid between my folds. I craved his touch, more than I’d realized until just that moment.

Aiden’s finger rolled into a fold, his knuckle sliding into my swollen clit as he teased my entrance. I moaned, arched, and tugged at his hair as I squirmed beneath him. His eyes filled with excitement, and his lips curled into an amused smile as he watched me.

“Can I taste you?” he asked, his voice so deep, so vibrating, it nearly brought me to climax.

“Yes,” I gasped.

He pushed open my legs as his eyes penetrated into mine. Slowly, his eyes disappeared, and his hot breath was pushing against my inner thigh and then hovering over my hungry clit.

My body arched towards his mouth until his lips met my aroused flesh. His touch was so tender, so loving, that I melted against the island counter. Soft flicks of his tongue teased my clit, and then long laps spread through my swollen folds. He plunged into me, reaching his tongue deep into my pleasure zone, causing me to moan out his name.

I thought I heard him chuckle as his name echoed through the kitchen, but it could have been a growl. I rocked my hips against his mouth, guiding him gently to my edge of sanity. Pleasure roared through my body as he lapped up my arousal, sucked hard on my flesh, and tugged my clit with the tightness of his lips. His hands caressed my thighs, spreading them apart as he continued to get his taste.

Close to the edge, nearly ready to explode, he pulled back, his mouth glazed with my juices, his eyes filled with a powerful desire. He stared into my eyes as he wiped his mouth, his hands reaching into his pockets, searching until finally pulling out a small foil package. He was prepared, ready; he knew what he’d come into this kitchen for when he arrived home. The thought of Aiden being so bold, so aggressive, blew my mind.

I worked on calming my breathing as Aiden worked on undoing his jeans and slipping the condom onto his hard cock. My eyes filled with excitement as I watched his hand slide down the long shaft extended from his body.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aiden whispered, his hand gently sliding up my belly, pushing my t-shirt up and over my breasts.

My back arched as his fingers slid behind me, unlatching my bra with a skill I didn’t think he had. I was impressed, excited, and aroused by this Aiden.

I helped remove my shirt and bra as Aiden leaned in, kissing gently at each breast. His cock rested on my thigh, hard and warm.

My head fell back against my shoulders, my eyes dropped shut, and suddenly, his hands gripped tightly around my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the counter, and into him. His cock throbbed against my cunt, teasing my small opening as the girth began to spread me apart.

My nails dug into his back, pulling at his t-shirt until it was over his head and on the floor. His dark skin was so smooth, yet so hard, rippled with muscles as if chiseled by God himself.

He pushed his hips forward, sending his cock into my body with a gentle force. I moaned uncontrollably, as Aiden gripped my ass cheeks, rocking my hips towards him until he found his opening and plunged deep into my pussy.

My arousal slicked around his manhood, making it easy for him to fill me. I rocked my hips in the same motion as his, allowing his hands to travel back to my breasts, my neck, and through my long hair. He lifted me slightly, pulling my mouth towards his, kissing me so passionately that my body quivered. My clit rubbed against his rippled abs as I folded towards him, and his cock pushed against the spot inside of my body that made my eyes roll back in my head. I was close, too close, and there was no turning back. I fell off the edge, pleasure lapping at me like violent waves against a shore. My legs quivered, my body shook, and my pussy tightened around Aiden’s cock, pulling him into me, holding him there, and then releasing with a wild throb.

As my eyes opened, they took in Aiden, still, stiff, and aching with desire. His face distorted, a loud growl escaped his lips, and then he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest as he released his own pleasure.