Reasonable Doubt: Volume 3

“Hello, Aubrey.” He glared at me.



“Breaking and entering is a crime.” I crossed my arms. “Shouldn’t you know that?”



He said nothing, just continued glaring at me—looking me up and down.



“Don’t you have a flight to catch?” My voice cracked. “Shouldn’t you be spending your last hour in New York on the way to the airport?”



“I realized I still have something to say to you.”



“Do you have another fake name you want to tell me about? Another secret identity that you want to—”



“Stop.” He stepped closer and closer until I backed into a wall, and he looked directly into my eyes. “I need you to listen to me, Aubrey. Just f**king listen…”



I tried to move away from him, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. Then he used his hips to keep me still.



“You’re going to stand here and listen to me for the next five minutes whether you like it or not.” The words came out rushed, heated. “Since you suddenly care about knowing the truth, I’ll tell you the f**king truth…”



I tried to say something, but he leaned down and bit my lips. Hard.



“I liked you when you were Alyssa and I was Thoreau—when we spent nights talking about your ridiculous homework and my law firm… I even liked you after you f**king lied to me and I saw you at your interview—I liked you…” He tightened his grip around my wrists. “And even though I knew I shouldn’t have chased you down and showed up to your apartment that day, I did, and I f**ked you…After that, I really liked you.”



“Are you being serious right now?”



“Dead ass serious.” He glared at me and bit my lips again, silently commanding me to keep quiet. “I didn’t want to like you, Aubrey. I wasn’t supposed to, and I didn’t need to, but every day after that you were all I could think about. You and your smartass mouth, and how your lies maybe weren’t so bad after all.”



“What about your lies? Do you still think that you’re above morality? That—”



“Stop talking.” He choked out. “Let me finish.”



I swallowed and he stared at me a few seconds before continuing.



“Yes, I hid the fact that I was married from you, and although it was unintentional, it was still a lie.”



“A huge lie.”



“Aubrey…” He gripped me tighter. “I hadn’t thought about Ava in a very long time…On the contrary, I’ve been thinking about you every day since you left.”



“No, you haven’t…”



“I have.” He looked directly into my eyes. “I drove to your ballet class twice a week, trying to see you, trying to talk to you and apologize…I sent things to your apartment. I even showed up twice, but that was before I knew you’d moved.”



“You’re just saying all this so you can f**k me…” I shook my head and turned away, but he made me face him again.



“I’m saying all of this because I love you…”



I gasped and tears formed in my eyes.



“I f**king love you, Aubrey…” he repeated, wiping my face. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to show you that.” He brushed his lips against mine. “Do you still love me?”



“No, I don’t… Not any—” I felt his lips against mine, silencing me.



I didn’t want to kiss him back, I wanted to push him away and tell him to leave, but I parted my lips and let his tongue slip inside of my mouth.



Slowly, he freed my hands from his grip and locked his arms around my waist—keeping his lips attached to mine. He didn’t give me a chance to talk, to breathe. He just kissed me senseless until I couldn’t take it anymore.



“If you can honestly say that you don’t love me,” he whispered, slowly pulling away from me, “then I’ll leave you alone.”



“And if I can’t?” I asked, breathless.



“If you can’t, you’re going to show me to your room so you and I can become reacquainted.”



“Reacquainted?” I moaned as he cupped my ass. “Is that code for conversation?”



“It’s code for f**king.”



“Would it kill you to say make love just once?”



“Depends on if you actually love me or not.”



Silence.



His fingers were now trailing the zipper on the back of my skirt, gently pulling on it as I looked into his eyes.



“I hate you,” I said, making him raise his eyebrow. “If you said all of those things just to get my hopes up, I’ll never forgive you.”



“You still haven’t…” He kissed me gently. “I meant every word I said.” He pulled my zipper down. “And I really need to know whether or not you still love me because…” He stopped talking.



My skirt fell into a puddle on the floor and he tugged my thong away from my waist until it snapped.



“Aubrey, tell me…Tell me right now.”



I gasped as he slipped a finger inside of me, as he groaned at how wet I was.



“Yes…”



“Yes?” He moved his finger in and out. “Yes, what?”



“Yes, I—” I paused as he kissed my lips. “Yes, I still love you.”



“Where’s your bedroom?”



I looked to my left and he immediately tugged me down the hall, shutting the door behind us. He didn’t give me a chance to get undressed. His hands were all over me—unbuttoning my shirt, ripping my bra, and caressing my br**sts.



I reached forward and unbuckled his pants, pushing his pants down. Then he tossed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me.



I spread my legs beneath him, lifting my hips up so he could f**k me, but he didn’t. Instead he kissed my neck—whispering how much he missed me, how much he needed me.



“Andrew…” I felt his c**k rubbing against my thigh.



He slowly moved his mouth to my chest—swirling his tongue across my ni**les as he palmed my br**sts. His kisses traveled further and further, all the way down to my thighs.



I shut my eyes as he pressed his tongue against my clit, as he teasingly darted it against me in slow, sensuous circles.



“Ahhhh…” I tried to clamp my legs shut, but he pinned them to the mattress and looked up at me.



“Aubrey…” His voice was low.



“Yes?”



He circled his thumb around my clit, making it swell in pleasure. “Tell me that I own this.”



I shut my eyes as he increased the pressure, rubbing his thumb around and around.



“Tell me that I own your pu**y, Aubrey.”



“Yes…” I writhed underneath his hand. “Yes…”



“Say it.” He prevented me from rolling over. “I need you to say it.”



Tingles traveled up and down my spine and I finally stared back at him. “Yes…You own it.”



He smiled and pressed his head between my legs again, devouring me—making me scream at the top of my lungs, but he didn’t let me cum.



Instead, he flipped me over. “Get down on all fours.”



I caught my breath and slowly obliged, and the next thing I felt was him palming my ass, kissing his way down my spine.



“I still haven’t claimed every inch of you…” he said, squeezing my cheeks harshly. “But I’ll save that for when I think you’re ready…”



I murmured as he slid into my pu**y inch by inch, making me lean forward. He took the elastic out of my hair and pulled me back, whispering, “It’s going to feel just like this…Maybe even better…”



“Ahhhh…”



“And when it happens, you’re going to let me cum inside of you…” His other hand skimmed my sides and squeezed my br**sts. “I want you to feel every last drop…”



“Andrew.” I gripped the sheets.



“Yes?”



I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.



He was slapping my ass as he pounded into me, giving it to me rough as he whispered my name.



I met him thrust for thrust, unable to let go of the sheets, and when I felt myself nearing the edge—coming close to it as he tortured my clit with his fingers, he denied me once again.



He pulled out of me, making me whimper, and then he made me face him once again. Immediately burying himself inside of me, he stared into my eyes—slowly sliding his c**k back and forth, suffocating my screams with his mouth.



I felt his c**k throbbing inside of me, felt my muscles clenching as he cursed against my lips and as we locked eyes again, we both came at the same time.



I fell forward against his chest, panting. “Andrew, I…”



He cut me off with a kiss. “I love you, too…”



We lay there connected for what felt like forever—him threading his fingers through my hair, me rubbing my hands against his chest.



“Are you okay?” he asked.



“Yes…”



He rolled out of bed and stood up to toss away the condom. “Come here.”



I couldn’t move. I was still feeling weak from my last orgasm.



He shook his head and slipped his hands underneath my thighs, picking me up and carrying me out of the room, checking each door we passed. When we reached the bathroom, he set me down on the floor.



“I don’t think I can stand up long enough for a shower…” I whispered.



He ignored me and turned on the water. “We’re not going to take a shower.” He picked me up and gently placed me into the tub.



Climbing in behind me, he grabbed an empty bottle and filled it with warm water. Then he gently poured it over my head.



He grabbed some shampoo from the ledge and squirted a few drops into my hair, lathering it to suds.



I heard him asking me questions, something about how I was feeling or if I wanted to talk to him about whatever I had on my mind, but as his fingers continued to massage my scalp, everything went black.



I woke up in bed alone.



There was no note from Andrew, and all of his clothes were gone.



I was starting to think having sex with him was all a dream, but I spotted his wallet sitting on top of my nightstand. I pulled the covers off of me and smiled once I saw that he’d dressed me in a silk slip.



I made my way out of the room and down the hallway where he was standing out on my balcony smoking a cigar.



“Since when do you smoke?” I stepped behind him.



“I don’t often,” he said. “Only when I need to think.”



I nodded and looked out into the night sky, but I suddenly felt him pulling me against him.



“Aren’t you going to ask what I’m thinking about?” He smirked. “Surely you have questions.”



“I do, Liam.”



“We can talk about it.”



“Now?”



“If that’s what you want…” He put out his cigar and walked me over to a chair, pulling me into his lap. “How long have you known about that?”



“A couple weeks…”



“Hmmm.”



I shook my head. “Do Bach and Greenwood know who you really are?”



“They do.”



“So, why do you have to hide it from everyone else?”



“Esteemed lawyer or not, no one wants to take on someone who has a history in the papers…It makes a high profile firm look bad.” He kissed the back of my shoulder.



“What was Emma like?”



He sighed, looking at me. “She was perfect…”



I thought of a way to change the subject, but he continued talking.



“She hated when I went to work, and she would beg me to come sometimes, so I’d let her…” His voice was low. “And then I wouldn’t get any work done because the park was right across the street and she always wanted to play…Always.”