Chapter Twenty-Two

Blake

 

I wasn’t sure why I drove to Aiden’s, other than it was supposed to be my home as well. Now, it didn’t feel like it, and I knew as I pulled into the driveway that I should’ve gone to Liam and Alyssa’s instead.

The light flickered inside the house, I assumed from the television. Aiden had called several times the day before, but nothing all day. I didn’t answer, mainly because I had no idea what I would say.

The last message, one that was belligerent, angry, and about a man, one I could only assume to be Graham, had me concerned the most. I had to clear things up with Aiden, even if only for the sake of our friendship. The marriage, well, that was obviously over, the jig up, and there was too much tension surrounding it to be truly fixed. What was the point anyway now? There was no reason to continue the illusion.

I shut off my car, locked it as I got out, and headed towards the front door. I held my keys in my hand, wondering if I should use them or knock as I stood on the front porch.

Finally, I decided to try the door. It was unlocked, making my dilemma less of an issue. I went inside.

The living room was empty, but the television was blaring the news. I grabbed the remote, turned it off, and walked towards the kitchen.

Aiden was at the table, his head pressed against the wood, and a bottle of whiskey sitting next to him. A rocks glass was on the other side of him, but empty, and the aroma of the alcohol wasn’t present like it had been a couple nights before and for several nights preceding.

I grabbed the bottle from the table, opened it, and began pouring the contents into the sink.

“Thanks. I couldn’t get myself to do it,” Aiden smirked, lifting his head from the table.

He looked like shit. His eyes were bloodshot, he had dark circles under his eyes, and his normally dark, beautiful skin looked blotchy, and even pale in some spots.

“You aren’t drinking?” I asked, surprised to hear his sober voice.

“Nope. I was going to, but I changed my mind. Didn’t really feel like going for a swim tonight,” he offered a crooked smile in my direction.

It was obvious he was irritated, but I was thankful he was sober.

“Good idea,” I noted.

“So, who the fuck’s this Graham character?” he hissed.

“You’re acting like a child, you know that?” I snapped, rolling my eyes in his direction.

“Who is he?” he demanded, this time louder.

“A friend,” I replied.

“A boyfriend?” Aiden snarled.

“We dated, but broke up two years ago. We stayed friends,” I explained, feeling irritated that I felt the need to explain anything to this man.

“Yeah, right,” he growled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I insisted.

“I saw you two all snuggled together at the coffee shop. You’re still my wife,” Aiden roared, standing from the chair he’d been resting in.

I chuckled. “Your wife. That’s a joke.”

“That’s all it ever was to you, wasn’t it? A joke?” Aiden responded.

“Why are you acting this way?” I demanded.

“Because of you. You’ve turned me into a crazy jealous person, and I can’t take it,” Aiden admitted, his tone softer than before.

I watched as he pushed his hands through his hair nervously and then turn back to me. His eyes were so bright, suddenly no signs of red, and filled with a familiar hunger that aroused me.

The thought of Aiden being jealous drove me wild. I leaned in, first placing my hands on his shoulders, and then letting them run down his chiseled arms. My lips parted as he pushed into me, our mouths met, and passion erupted through my veins.

I couldn’t believe I was standing here, in Aiden’s kitchen, kissing him after everything that had happened. But he was jealous. That had to mean something, didn’t it?

“I’m glad you came home,” he whispered, pulling his lips from mine.

His eyes were so intense, so fiery, they made my knees weak as they pierced into mine.

I gripped onto him, kissing him hard once again; our hands searched each other’s bodies, pushing up clothes, tearing at material until we both were without shirts. Aiden’s mouth bit my breasts gently, causing me to moan and arch my back as he worked to remove my pants.

Before I knew it, I was on the kitchen table, nude, my legs spread, and his tongue buried deep within my moist flesh.

My fingers ran through his hair as he worked his tongue deeper into my body. What was I doing? I couldn’t stop him or myself. It felt so right, and I’d missed him terribly.

His hands gripped at my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the table. That look in his eyes was still hungry, and the curled lips on his face were covered in a glaze of my arousal.

I watched as he undid his jeans, tossing the belt onto the kitchen floor with a loud clang. He searched in his pocket for the protection we needed and then discarded the denim onto the floor as he kicked off his work boots.

He leaned in, kissing me, no alcohol on his tongue, just my sweetness, and then quickly rose, standing before me as he slid the condom onto his cock.

I exhaled audibly as he pressed into me, my body shook as he entered me, and I let out a loud moan of relief, satisfaction, and desire into the large room as my hips rocked with his.

I lifted up, gripping his shoulders, digging my nails into the flesh of his back as we both relentlessly worked to satisfy our urges.

The length of his cock penetrated against my tender flesh with smooth, fast strokes while the girth spread me, filled me, sent me to a place where my eyes rolled back into my head, the world disappeared, and it was only Aiden and me.

My tailbone ground into the wood as Aiden pushed harder and deeper into me, my legs quivered, and my heart raced. I moved my mouth to his neck, tasting the sweet and salty sweat on his flesh as I gently bit down.

The growl that rolled from his throat vibrated through me, sending me close to the edge. I wasn’t ready. I wanted this to last, fearful that it might be the last time.

Aiden’s hands slid beneath my ass, lifting me towards him. My legs spread around his waist, tightening at his back as he carried me through the kitchen, down the hall, and to his room, our room.

The bed was made, not slept in, but the sheets we’d ordered were covering the mattress, blue and white stripes.

As he laid me down, the smoothness of the fifteen hundred thread count material soothed my back. The material was cool and slick, making it easy to slide me to the center where he pinned me to the mattress with his hard cock.

I cried out gibberish that made no sense as he pounded into me. My body ached from the sheer pleasure, and my mind reeled from the constant confusion that was filling my heart.

Aiden’s thrusting slowed as he stared into my eyes. I wanted to blurt out that I loved him, that I’d always loved him, but I bit my bottom lip. He had a strange look in his eyes, one that made me feel he wanted to say something too, maybe the same thing, that he loved me, and always had, but he didn’t.

His eyes slammed shut, and his head fell back against his shoulders as a deep growl vibrated from his lips. My legs were weak, exhausted from the quivering, tightening of the muscles and tension that was being released as they clamped around Aiden’s muscular frame.

My body relaxed, like a wave of pleasure pouring over an inferno, I released, orgasming in a powerful rage as Aiden joined me.

He fell to me, the weight of his body heavy and comforting against my petite body. I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved it, and hated for him to move.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, staring into my eyes with a sweetness that made me melt.

“Yes,” I agreed, barely able to speak as I caught my breath.