Trust Me (The Trust Me Series Book 1)

by K E Osborn

  “I think we’re two people who happened to fall for each other. Yes, it’s all very quick, but what’s wrong with that?”

  I look over to see Mike standing at the driver’s side door looking at us, intrigued. “I think Mike’s curious.”

  “Mike, I’ll be staying here tonight. Can you pick me up in the morning?”

  My head shoots toward Aiden in shock. “You’re staying?”

  He leans his forehead against mine. “You’re very good at convincing me, Jenifer.”

  “Yes, sir. I’ll be here bright and early. Have a good night,” Mike announces as he enters the car, drives away, and leaves us alone.

  Aiden faces me in the pale moonlight. “I meant it.”

  “What?”

  “That I love you.”

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I smile. “I love you, too.” I bring my arms down, and he interlaces my fingers with his. All my anguish and uncertainty seem to have faded, and now I’m just grateful he’s here with me.

  “Thanks for staying. I know you wanted to head home.”

  He turns me to look at him. “Oh, I wanted to stay, believe me.”

  I look down at the ground and then back up at him. “Thank you, though. I don’t want to make life harder for you. I realize it’s a pain to have to get up so early, go home, and then get ready for work.”

  “Stop. You make my life easier, not harder.” He looks around the empty house as we walk through. “Where’s Sarah?” he asks.

  “Not sure. Probably at Chris’ place. Why?”

  “We’re home alone?” I nod. “I’m sure I can think of something to occupy our time.” He pulls me close to him, holding my hips.

  “Oh, really? And what might that be?” I ask.

  He swiftly bends over, picking me up as the wind swishes through my hair while I dangle like a rag doll over his shoulder. “Aiden, put me down.” I giggle.

  He chuckles while walking toward the bedroom, smacking me on the ass, and making me squeal as he shuts the door behind him. Then he throws me on the mattress as it bobs a couple of times with the force of my weight. He lies on the bed hovering over me.

  Anticipation hits me as he leans into me. Aiden’s touch is electrifying, and every sense, every fiber of my being is charged with desire. Leaning in, his lips slowly become more forceful and dominant on mine, kissing me with enthusiasm.

  As his hand slowly skims my thigh pulling my skirt up to my waist, his lips are still firmly on mine. Aiden moves to graze my shoulder with his lips sending a tingle down my spine. My breathing escalates as his touch becomes more intense, trailing his fingers to the waistband of my panties under my skirt. I start to unbutton his dress shirt one by one, baring his chest. His lips meet mine again as he shrugs out of his shirt, throwing it to the floor. I slowly sit up as does he, and our lips part.

  His hands skim the bottom of my top then swiftly he pulls it over my head, pushing me back down. I’ve never wanted someone so much as I want Aiden right now.

  Tenderly kissing my collarbone, he works his way down my chest as his index finger pulls the top of my bra down to expose my breast. I’m instantly wet as he continues to tease me. Deliciously and tantalizingly slow, he delicately kisses his way to my breast, causing every nerve to be heightened. He reaches my nipple, making lazy circles with his tongue, followed by soft exhaling breaths. I feel the contrast of the heat of his mouth mixed with the cool air, and it makes my breathing hitch. His touch is soft like a feather, leaving me wanting, practically panting with pleasure at his every move.

  Swiftly, catching me off guard, his hands slide against my back, and instantly my bra is off and thrown to the floor. Shifting his body, he moves his bare chest against me as he presses his lips to mine. His legs push my knees apart as we kiss fervently.

  Aiden shifts, moving to the side and slowly traces his fingers up my thigh to the top of my panties. He then roughly pulls them down, throwing them to the floor to join my discarded bra. Anxiously, I unbuckle his belt, pulling down the zipper in a frenzy to free him. To my surprise, he’s sans underwear. His pants are next to be thrown to the floor, leaving us naked in the moonlight once again.

  He returns to my side where his hard cock is at my hip. At a steady pace, his breathing intensifies as he moves his hand down to gently massage my clit, sending a shockwave through me. His lips find mine again, and I’m overwhelmed as he effortlessly rubs small circles with his finger while his tongue dances with mine.

  As his pace quickens, I moan loudly against his mouth, then without warning, he shifts his finger, entering me with steady strokes, in and out. Needing more, my breath quickens as I move to take him in my hand. He’s rock-hard and within my grasp. Moving my hand up and down his shaft, I try to keep the pace as he relentlessly pushes his finger in and out.

  He hisses through his teeth as the desire engulfs him. “I want you,” he groans, pulling his finger out and moving so he’s on top of me. He pushes me into the bed with the weight of his body. Moving in between my legs, he eases his cock into me, and the welcoming feeling of fullness is felt as he enters my body.

  My hands find their way to his back, digging my nails into his skin. His lips find mine as he drives himself inside me, slowly but firmly at first, then building into a steadier, faster, more resolute rhythm.

  “Fuck,” he murmurs through our kisses. His hips meet with mine as he thrusts into me again and again, deeper and deeper with powerful and strong thrusts. Our kissing stops, but our lips still touch as we breathe unsteadily. With his hands on either side of my head, my fingers clutch at the blanket as he starts to kiss me again, forcefully and full of lust.

  I feel it.

  The heat overtakes me.

  I arch my back.

  “C’mon, baby,” he whispers.

  My nails claw at his back as the feeling of pleasure totally engulfs me. I tense and quiver at the same time. A cold sweat breaks out, and my skin erupts in tiny goosebumps while I scrunch my eyes so tightly I begin to see stars. My body clenches and then releases in a wave of ecstasy as my climax overcomes me, and he moans with the pleasure.

  “Aiden,” I whimper out his name as I unravel around him.

  He doesn’t slow at all, but his face clenches in the most delicious way.

  Then his breathing catches. “Fuck! Jeni… fuck!” He quickens his pace, his hips thrust harder and faster, and he exhales and moans out a heavy sound as he releases deep inside me.

  “Fuuuck.” His voice is muffled, uncontrolled.

  We fall, crashing back to earth with an almighty thud.

  His weight is welcomed on top of me as I run my hands up his back, trying to get as close to him as possible.

  After a few minutes, he gently rolls away from me. When he pulls out, I wince at the loss but roll over and cuddle into his chest.

  This is my safe place.

  This is home.

  We lay silently, me resting on his chest, him stroking my arm, our legs entangled.

  Knowing he loves me has made making love with him even more special. I feel so connected to him. I’m in a state of relaxation, and I don’t think anything could bring me down from this high.

  “We should probably get some sleep,” he casually breaks the silence.

  “Yeah, you’re right.”

  Aiden reaches for the covers and pulls them over us. The feel of the soft cotton against my skin mixed with Aiden’s naked body next to mine is invigorating.

  What a perfect way to end the evening as I get comfortable in Aiden’s arms.

  He shuffles free of me slightly. “Sorry, baby, I have to set my alarm.”

  “Or we could just take a sick day,” I suggest.

  “Are you trying to tempt me again?”

  I smirk. “Of course, not. I’d never do such a thing,” I tease.

  Turning, he leans out of bed, retrieves his phone from his pants pocket, and sets his alarm. Then he slips under the covers, holding me in his strong arms.

  I can’t belie
ve I felt like it was too soon to feel like I’m falling for him. I may have only known Aiden for a short time, but with our instant connection, it feels like I’ve been with him forever. Like I truly know the man inside Aiden O’Connell.

  I get him.

  He gets me.

  And if the connection we feel means we’ve fallen hard and fast, then so be it.

  Is it conventional? Is it normal? No.

  But when have I ever done what’s normal, anyway?

  I wake suddenly to the sound of Aiden’s alarm while he sleeps peacefully next to me. I’m still cuddled in the same position I was when I went to sleep. I want to let him be, but I think better of it and kiss him lightly on his slightly parted lips.

  His eyes slowly open as he realizes the time. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmurs as he touches my face.

  “Morning,” I chime, and I kiss him again.

  He reaches for his phone, shutting off the incessant buzzing. “Waking up to you kissing me is the perfect way to start my day.” He nuzzles his nose against mine.

  “Wish we could start every day with a kiss.”

  He leans his forehead against mine. “Me, too. But for now, I need to get dressed. Mike will be here shortly.” He pecks me on the lips once more before sliding out of bed.

  Watching Aiden put his clothes on, I fantasize about him taking them off again.

  He looks at me, raising an eyebrow. “Enjoying the view?”

  I shrug. “Absolutely.”

  He throws his shirt at me, and I chuckle, then he comes over to the bed to retrieve it. Holding on to the material, he goes to take it from my grasp, but I hold it tightly so he has to try harder to get it away from me.

  “Hmm… playing games, are we?” I grin at him mischievously. “Two can play that game, Miss Taylor.” He lunges, pushing me back on the bed and kisses me feverishly.

  I forget everything when his lips are on mine, and I let go of the shirt, placing my arms around him. Suddenly, he snatches the shirt, pulling away.

  “Damn! I don’t like this game anymore,” I whimper childishly.

  He grins. “No one likes a sore loser, Miss Taylor,” he teases.

  I sit up on the bed with folded arms, pretending to be angry and all pouty-mouthed.

  “Unfortunately, all you’re achieving right now is showing me how cute you are when you pretend to be angry.”

  Damn, he’s figured me out, and now he’s fully dressed.

  Aiden sits on the edge of the bed next to me. “I have to go. Mike will be here soon.” I nod and move to get out of bed. “No, don’t get up. Stay in bed and go back to sleep until you need to leave for work. I know my way out,” he states moving in for an embrace.

  “We should take a sick day. Spend the day together.”

  He exhales and frowns. “You know I want to, but my work is important to me, and we need all hands on deck. Plus, you’ve met my father. He’ll be suspicious. I never take sick days even when I’m sick.”

  My body sags. “Yeah, you’re right.”

  Aiden’s phone beeps receiving a message. “It’s Mike. He’s out front. I’ll talk to you tonight. Okay?”

  “Okay,” I reply as he kisses me goodbye and walks out.

  I fall back on the bed and sigh.

  Rolling over, I take his pillow which is smothered in his sweet, masculine scent. With a long deep breath, I slowly relax and slip into unconsciousness.

  Most of last night was spent on the phone talking to Aiden about my boring day at work and how much I wish he was in my bed next to me. He talks only momentarily about his workday, which was filled with meetings.

  The next day I receive my usual morning text from Aiden before heading off to work.

  Aiden: Morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well. xoxo

  Jenifer: Morning, babe. I slept so well. Last time I looked at the clock it was early morning when we finally stopped talking. I hope you aren’t too tired today. xoxo

  Aiden: I knew it was late when we stopped talking. Doesn’t matter. I’d rather have endless nights talking to you than not being able to talk to you at all. xoxo

  After a long day, I finish and hurry home so I can pack a bag for the weekend, including something to wear to Skye’s birthday party on Saturday night. I pull into the driveway, and Chris’ car is out front as usual. Walking through the door, I step into the kitchen and bump into Chris, completely naked, with his head down and bum up looking in the refrigerator.

  My eyes bulge and eyebrows raise, then I clear my throat while looking anywhere but at him. He freezes, his eyes widening as they focus straight on me, shooting his hands down to cover himself.

  “Hi, Chris,” I chirp as I continue walking to my bedroom like nothing just happened.

  “Sorry, Jeni, lost track of time,” he yells as I enter my room.

  “Don’t worry. Didn’t see anything,” I lie, yelling back at him.

  “Oh, thank fuck,” I hear him mumble to himself.

  Kicking off my shoes, I wander to my closet and take out my overnight bag. I’m looking forward to spending some quality time with Aiden. Walking out with my bag over my shoulder to the dining room, I see Sarah is sitting on a fully-clothed Chris’ lap.

  “Been checking out my man’s junk, huh?”

  Chris turns bright red right before my eyes.

  I smirk with a nod. “Yeah, couldn’t help myself. He was parading it right in front of me, and who am I to look away,” I reply jokingly.

  “Okay, okay, let’s change the subject. Where are you going?” Chris interjects.

  I giggle at his unease. “I’m staying at Aiden’s over the weekend. You guys will have the house to yourselves.”

  “Hmm… could be handy.” Chris leans in, kissing Sarah on the cheek, making her smile.

  “Just don’t go sitting your naked butt on our sofa,” I demand sternly, focusing in on Chris and making them both laugh.

  “Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’m gonna be a butt of all jokes now, right?”

  The doorbell rings in the distance, so I grab my bags and stroll down the hall. “Have a nice weekend, guys,” I call out.

  “You, too,” Sarah stifles out through a muffled kissing sound.

  I open the door. “Hey, Mike, how are you today?” I ask as he closes the door behind me.

  “Good, thanks. Can I take your bags?”

  “Sure.” I hand him my overnight bag but keep my handbag.

  “Have you had a busy day?” I question trying to make small talk as he loads my bag into the trunk.

  “Quite busy, Miss Taylor.” We get in the car and take off.

  “Aiden’s been keeping you occupied, then?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I’ve driven him all over the city today.”

  I tilt my head in curiosity. “Anywhere in particular?”

  “Oh, you know…. to the office, lunch, the police station, then back to the—”

  “Police station? Why did he need to go there?” I interject, concerned.

  “He hasn’t told you? Sorry, Miss Taylor, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he mumbles, looking away and concentrating on the road.

  “It’s fine, Mike. I won’t say anything to him, I promise,” I reply, wondering what the hell this is all about. I have to admit, I’m more than a little intrigued.

  Mike swallows heavily. “I’d very much appreciate that, Miss Taylor. Thank you. I shouldn’t have spoken out of turn.”

  We continue the trip in silence. Mike eventually pulls into the underground parking garage, and we make our way up to Aiden’s. Mike’s a million miles away as he steps inside the elevator.

  “Please don’t worry. I won’t say anything,” I whisper the words again as the doors close leaving a worried Mike inside.

  Aiden appears out of his bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, scrunching his hair using another towel. My mouth drops open, and I inadvertently lick my lips. The sight of his body always makes me want him. Immediately, I clench my thighs together, and he notices when he spots me
gawking at him.

  “Didn’t hear you come in,” he states while moving toward me.

  “Hmm…” is all I manage to get out in my lust-drunk stupor. He’s practically naked, standing right in front of me. I sigh. My stomach flips doing a little dance of contentment.

  “You okay?” Aiden asks curiously, then he leans in to kiss me softly.

  “Just amazed.”

  His head tilts slightly. “Amazed?”

  “Yes, amazed… that you’re so unbelievably gorgeous and all mine.”

  “I could say the same about you.” He pulls me into an embrace with a grin, the towel he was drying his hair with drops to the floor. His hot flesh against my clothed body radiates through me.

  “I see you’ve brought some things with you.” He glances at the bag on the floor.

  “Yup,” I say matter-of-factly, not really listening. I only have one thing on my mind. I walk my fingers across the edge of the towel around his abdomen.

  He looks down. “Hmm… and what are you up to, Miss Taylor?” I lick my top lip seductively, making him bite his bottom lip. Slowly, my hand skims the towel’s edge, untucking it to reveal his growing cock. Looking up, I see his mouth crease with a seductive half-smile.

  The elevator chimes, and both our heads snap toward it. Quickly, Aiden grabs hold of the towel, covering his hard cock. I giggle, not being able to help it as he pulls me to him to cover his erection.

  Mike walks out of the elevator, his eyes averted from us. “Sorry to interrupt, sir, but your father is here.”

  Aiden exhales gruffly. “Let him up. I’ll go and get into something a little… less revealing.” He lets me go, then walks briskly to his bedroom.

  As Mike makes his way to the elevator, I call out, “Is it okay for me to be here?”

  “I assume so, Miss Taylor,” he simply replies as the doors enclose Mike back inside.

  With a few quick steps, I make my way to the sofa. Those pesky butterflies are back wreaking havoc in my stomach at the thought of seeing Aiden’s father again—and not in a good way. Last time was no damn picnic. Niall intimidates me. Hopefully, this time, the asshole will be in a better mood.