Chapter Twenty-Seven
Patience
“Why, Aaron?” I stared at Aaron as we stood in the middle of our hotel suite, the bitter taste of that last day still on my taste buds.
“Alicia was business,” he admitted. “Her father’s company was beneficial to Townsend Industries at the time. He made a deal with us in exchange for protection.”
I frowned. “Protection?”
Aaron nodded. “His family crossed some very powerful people. The Townsends were able to come to an agreement with said family, and in exchange, I was to marry John’s daughter, Alicia. I would’ve gone through with it, but after you…” He blew out a breath and pushed his hand through his hair. “I never loved her.”
I snorted as he answered the question I’d asked him six years earlier. I already knew that. I probably knew that the same day she showed up at my apartment, but I’d been too concerned with the breaking of my own heart to see what was in front of me.
“I know.”
His eyes widened, surprised.
“You’re not the only one who watches. I see you, too. The way your eyes light up around me and the kids. The parts of your history you’ve shared with me that no one else knows about you. Even your jealousy. I knew you never had that type of bond with anyone else. Even your tattoo.” I pointed at his chest.
For a man who wasn’t easily surprised, he was shocked again for the second time.
“I read it…in a book.” I grinned. Our eyes connected, and I knew he remembered our first time together when I’d made the same statement. “When did you get my name tattooed on you?”
“Six months after. I went back to your apartment to find you’d moved, no forwarding address.”
I nodded, wiping a tear away.
“I’m scared,” I whispered.
He moved closer. “Of what?”
“You’ll push me away again.” I sighed. “I know you, Aaron. Alicia showing up at my apartment surprised you, but you used it. You used it because we were getting too close and you got scared.” I gave a humorless laugh. “Stupid as it might be, I could’ve forgiven you for Alicia. I loved you beyond reason. But you used her showing up and your work to push me away. I-I can’t go through that again.”
He cupped my face. “I won’t…I can’t put you through that again. You, Kyle, and Kennedy are my reason for living. I almost lost you once. I don’t make the same mistakes twice.”
I lowered my head, shaking it. He’d never lost me. Not even close. Dumb as it may be, my heart was always right there with him. Waiting for him. My head rose, when he lifted my left hand, placing it over his heart, the same location where he’d had my name tattooed. I swallowed, my vision blurring a little from the tears. He stepped closer, pressing my back into the wall behind me.
“Say it.” His voice was low, laced with steel.
My entire body began to vibrate with need.
His hand tightened around mine and he pressed closer. “Say it.”
My nipples hardened, and moisture saturated my panties. “I love you,” I whispered. Aaron wouldn’t stand for that wimpy decree. My head lifted to meet his gaze, his hand under my chin.
“Louder,” he growled, lips nearly touching mine.
“I love you!” I shouted with all the anger, fear, and love I held in my body, filling those three words. Because this man drove me crazy!
A sound began deep at the back of his throat. His lips were on mine in a nanosecond, demanding I open for him. The hand that had been under my chin moved to my throat, his thumb lining the column of my neck, possessively. My pussy ached with need. I needed him inside of me so badly, I hurt for it. Aaron obviously felt the same way, once again, ruining another item of my clothing, by tearing at it to free it from my body. The poor chiffon material never stood a chance against Aaron’s big hand pulling and manipulating it away from my skin. Before I knew it, I stood before him completely nude. He stepped back, removing the jacket of his tuxedo, but keeping his eyes trained on me.
“Touch yourself,” he instructed.
I worried my bottom lip.
“Now!” he growled.
My hands shot up to my painful nipples, pinching and plucking at them, while my head lolled back against the wall as the sensations moved through my body. Raising my head, I saw he was now stripped down to his briefs, a silk scarf in his hand. My belly jumped in anticipation.
“Turn around.”
I hesitated but when he angled his head at me, I did his bidding.
“Close your eyes.”
I shivered due to his warm breath scraping the skin of my shoulder. As soon as my eyes were closed, he covered them with the silk scarf, tying it behind my head, securely. I pressed my hands against the wall, anticipating his next move. My breathing increased, and his large hands came up, cupping my breasts and massaging them none too gently. My head fell back again, this time against his muscled chest.
I whispered his name and his hand moved to my throat once more. I felt his bare cock press against my ass.
“Why did it take you so long to say three little words?” His voice was right next to my ear, angry.
I didn’t say anything.
His hold around my neck tightened, not dangerously, but it definitely heightened the eroticism.
“Y-you know why,” I answered just above a whisper this time. “Ouch!” I jumped when the first smack against my ass occurred.
“Say it again!” he ordered.
I shook my head. “No!”
“Dammit!” I yelled when two more smacks landed across my ass. My backside stung from the palm of his hands but my pussy grew wetter and wetter, seeping down the tops of my inner thighs.
“Say it again or you won’t sit for a fucking month!” he growled, causing my nipples to harden even more, painfully so. More than the anger, I heard the need in his voice. He needed the words just as badly as I needed him.
“I love you,” I responded to his need. “Ahhhh!” I yelled when he sank inside of me, from the back all the way to the hilt.
“Again!” he growled.
“You say it!” I yelled back at the same time he surged into me again, the smacking of our bodies together reverberating around the room.
“I love you,” he affirmed, no hesitation.
I grew even wetter.
Aaron pulled me from the wall, and pushed me to what I believed was the hardwood desk that sat at the opposite end of the wall in the suite. My eyes were still covered by the scarf when he pressed my head against the cool wood, one hand covering my hip, positioning me just how he wanted me. He thrust in deeply and I yelled so loudly my voice began going hoarse. He was so deep in this position I felt like he was in my throat. I moved my hand behind me, pressing against his belly.
“Ow!” I yelled from smack I’d earned on my ass.
He trapped my hand, holding it against my back, surging into me so deeply he nearly lifted both my feet off the floor. The desk he had me pressed against shook. I heard items falling to the floor, but Aaron was dogged, driving in and out of me, possessing me as if he needed to make clear, once again, who I belonged to. As if I’d ever forgotten. My pussy walls clamped around his erection, begging for more and for mercy at the same time.
“Again!” He ordered, his hips digging into me again.
I yelled my love for him over and over. Just like the first night I’d done it. And just like that first night, my orgasm nearly crushed me. But what differed this time around, was Aaron yelled his love for me, as we came together. His life-creating semen surging into my womb and my muscles flexing and spasming around him, milking him for everything he had to give.
Our bodies were so spent after that orgasm, we nearly collapsed onto the floor. But Aaron caught us. Lifting me and carrying me over to the couch that sat a few feet away. He laid my body on top of his, untying the scarf. I blinked my eyes open before turning to see his gaze piercing me. My belly flip-flopped at the love that shone there. I moved up and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“I love you,” I whispered, my throat strained from yelling.
“I know.” His fingers lined my shoulder and collarbone, causing me to shiver. He continued to stare, watching me closely. “No one will be knocking on our door tomorrow morning. No surprises,” he assured.
I smirked. “I know.” Lowering my head, I kissed the scar that ran diagonally across his chest. I kissed it all the way down to his breast bone—where the tattoo of my name sat—then stuck out my tongue, licking the intricate artwork that was my name on his body. I smiled when I felt a chill run through him. His cock came alive pushing against my thigh. I pressed more kisses to his scar and licked the tattoo some more before easing down his belly, feeling with my lips as I went. Moving so that I was on my knees between his legs, I took his semi-hard erection into my hands.
I bent low, kissing the tip. Lifting my eyes, I met his hungry gaze. I ran my tongue along my lips of the come that gotten on them before swallowing it, and closing my eyes to savor it. When I opened them again his hazels were still trained on me.
I bent lower, so my lips hovered just an inch above his cock. “Mine,” I growled.
His dick jumped in my hand.
I opened my mouth wide, letting my head sink onto his shaft.
Aaron’s hand moved to the back of my head, tightening as I bobbed on his erection. Just moments prior I’d felt too exhausted to move, but hearing the moans from my husband’s mouth and feeling his dick swell in my mouth, energized me anew. I slurped and swallowed, hollowing my cheeks, then moved lower, taking his balls into my mouth before returning to his cock. Within minutes his semen was flooding my mouth.
It took me a while to catch my breath as we both panted while I laid across his chest again. My eyes were heavy and I was in no position to move for the rest of the night. I believed Aaron felt the same, but not too long after, he was pulling me up, maneuvering my hips and body up his body, so that my pussy hovered over his face. Yet again, my voice was left hoarse and I shook as I called his name while he took me to paradise with his mouth.