Enfold (Thornhill Trilogy Book 3)

by J. J. Sorel

  “Love it. Goes perfectly with your eyes. Pop it in.” I pointed to the cart.

  “I will have to try it first. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

  “Sweetie, I’ve got an open account here. I haven’t been here for months. So let’s go to town. Aidan made me promise I would.”

  She coughed out a laugh. “I bet he did. Tell me, is he still destroying your panties?”

  “When I wear them.” A little curl formed on my lips.

  She put her arm around my shoulders. “Ah… that’s my friend. You’re learning fast. Wear sexy, barely-there panties when out, and at home wear none. It’s a trusty method.”

  I got goose-fleshed as I recalled Aidan’s ravaging tongue the previous night while we sat on the sofa watching a movie. My sex pulsed. It was only a few hours ago he took me in the shower, all hard and hungry. Something I’d discovered about my ardent lover was that in the mornings, he was at his most savage best, while in the evenings he was tender and deliciously slow—passionate tongue kisses that trailed over my prickly skin, leaving me deliriously high after multiple mind-altering orgasms. That was, unless we hadn’t seen one another for a day or so. Then it would be a clothes-ripping session of feverish sex.

  Tabitha dangled a white lace bustier with little red floral buttons. “Hey, this is sweet and has a vintage feel. Just up your alley.”

  “That’s really cute.” As usual, I let Tabitha make the choices. She knew me well. I was just happy to amble along with my head in the clouds, indulging in a swelling ache as I contemplated Aidan’s lusty gaze when I modelled the scanty underwear.

  She held up a red lace teddy with lace-up front against me. “What about that?”

  That would be a good one for when we got all hot and steamy on Skype. I wiped my brow. Mm… who would have thought a walk through a sexy lingerie shop could be so arousing?

  Tabitha stopped at a pink bra-and-panty set and cooed.

  “Pop it in, Tabs. It’s yours.”

  We left with an armful of shopping bags. Skipping along, Tabitha said, “That was so much fun. Thanks, Clary. I hope Aidan won’t mind. It was a huge spend.”

  “He won’t. He doesn’t care about money.”

  She pulled her head back. “Really?” She smiled. “Is this real? Are we really this happy? And in love?”

  I giggled. “I keep asking myself that all the time.”

  “The house is beautiful, Clary. You liked it, didn’t you?”

  “I sure did.”

  “I’ve never lived in anything like it. I’ve been always holed up in apartments. As you know.” Her voice cracked.

  I stopped walking and looked at her. “We’ve both got guardian angels out there, I’d say.”

  She hugged me. “I’m so glad you’re here, Clary. I don’t know what I would do without my little sister.”

  My eyebrows squeezed tight. “Little? We’re the same age.”

  She pulled my hair playfully and giggled. “Let’s go back to my lovely new house. I’ll make us a martini.”

  “A martini?”

  “Why not? James is driving.”

  “Let’s,” I said, taking her arm. “Which reminds me, do you want to come to New York with me?”

  Tabitha screamed so loudly, everyone on the pavement stopped. “When?”

  “Next week. Aidan asked if I wanted to go. He’ll be dealing with business. He suggested I take you along so we can shop and share the experience.”

  “He suggested that?”

  I nodded.

  “Oh my God. That’s so kind of him, and seriously cool. I hope Grant can live without me. For how long?”

  “A couple of days,” I said.

  “Yay!” Tabitha put her arm around me.

  James was there, waiting patiently for us. He opened the car door on our approach, and I noticed Tabitha casting him a flirtatious smile.

  “Thanks, James,” I said, sliding onto the front seat. I refused to sit in the back. It was hard enough getting used to being driven around. But Aidan had been adamant. He went on about it repeatedly, so I relented and accepted my lot. It was a small price to pay for safety. And it meant I could go to Tabitha’s new home and have a martini.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  This was my second visit to Tabitha’s new home in Venice. It was a wooden two-story blue house. I loved it. The garden was filled with trees and flourishing bushes. The interior had been renovated with the latest must-have amenities in the kitchen, and the open-space living area was fitted with French doors that opened out onto a patio and swimming pool.

  Tabitha popped her shopping bags on the table and headed straight to the kitchen to mix us a drink.

  “This is such a lovely place, Tabs.”

  “Isn’t it? And the kitchen is so easy to get around in.”

  “How are your cooking classes going?” I asked.

  “I’ve stopped.”

  “What happened to the goddess in the kitchen and the…”

  “The slut in the bedroom,” she said, finishing my sentence. “I’m definitely the latter. But cooking’s not that natural for me. I have learned how to flip an omelet, though.” She nodded, looking pleased with herself.

  “That’s a major achievement, Tabi. Considering your omelets always ended up as scrambled eggs.” I laughed.

  “I hope I’m enough for Grant.” Tabitha’s lips twisted into a wistful smile. She poured the gin and vermouth into a silver shaker and was about to stir it, when I grabbed her hand.

  “Shaken, not stirred.” I raised a brow, and she laughed raucously at my James Bond impersonation.

  “I always get that mixed up.” She rattled the shaker. “But seriously, Clary, do you think I can make this work?” Her hands did a sweep in the air.

  “Of course, you can.”

  “You don’t think I’ll fuck it up somehow, do you?” Her eyes pooled with uncertainty.

  “As long as you don’t hire a gardener who goes around shirtless, you should be safe.”

  She laughed. “Now that’s an idea. One can’t live in the suburbs without ogling a sexy, tanned torso bending over the petunias or cleaning the pool.”

  “I suppose there’s no harm in ogling.”

  She poured out our martinis and handed me a glass. I took a sip and grimaced.

  “Too strong?” she asked.

  “Probably. But one will do,” I said, stepping into the living space. The sofa faced out to the pool area and garden. “This is a gorgeous house, Tabi. I get such a good vibe. It’s really relaxing sitting here.”

  “I love it, too. I’ve never felt this stable before.” Her lips turned down.

  “Are you having doubts, Tabitha? I told you it was too soon.”

  “No, I’m not, really. Grant is sexy and gorgeous, and he holds me, and I can’t imagine not having him around forever.”

  I nodded. “But?”

  “I get off on fantasies that are a bit twisted.” She took a sip. “Is that wrong? You know, while he’s fucking me?” Her eyes shone with guilt.

  I shrugged. Before Aidan, I was the queen of twisted fantasies. I wasn’t sure what side of morality that put me. “Not sure. Depends on the fantasy, I suppose.”

  She sipped her martini pensively. “I think I’m into the whole submissive thing. Being tied up, blindfolded, all of that.”

  “Have you shared that with Grant?”

  “Kind of. But the Evan episode is still a bit raw. And I’m worried he’ll connect it to him, seeing that Evan introduced me to that world.”

  I sighed. “I don’t know what to say, Tabi. I mean, I’m just pretty standard when it comes to my sexual needs.”

  “You mean, you’re vanilla.”

  I sniffed. “You say that as if it’s boring sex. Let me tell you, friend of mine, that a day rarely goes by in which I haven’t had multiple ceiling-banging orgasms.”

  “Ha… me too. Grant has an expressive tongue and a really big…” She gesticulated with her hands.

  “Okay, okay.
That’s my father-in-law-to-be you’re talking about.”

  “So you keep saying. But I need my little best friend to talk to about such things as big dicks, weird sex acts, and the like.”

  “Weird sex acts?” Now she had me curious.

  “Not so weird, but I’m working on it.”

  “If you feel the need to share details of your debauchery with me, I will be there. I promise. Only warn me so I can think of Grant as a man and not family. That bit is still strange for me.”

  Tabitha chuckled. “You’ll get used to it, I’m sure. Anyway, you’ve locked in this Sunday for our housewarming party, I hope? It’s going to be a hoot. Grant knows tons of people, and I’ve invited Johnny and his new girl. And…” She tapped my nose. “I’m going to prepare some food.”

  I’ll come over early and help if you like,” I said.

  Her face lit up. “Would you? That would be so much fun.”

  “Of course. I’m sure Aidan won’t mind. He’s pretty taken with the house. And there’s a pool table. He loves his pool.”

  “Do you play with him? You were never that good, Clary. Remember at college?”

  I nodded. “I haven’t improved. But Aidan likes to play with me because he’s one big perv.”

  “Uh-huh… let me guess. Bending over the large table? With or without panties?”

  My face heated up. Even around my dirty-minded friend, it still made my face heat up as I summoned up memories of our pool nights, which had become a favorite pastime for Aidan. I shifted my position. I’d gone sticky, thinking about how Aidan pushed himself against my naked behind.

  “Now that doesn’t sound that vanilla,” sang Tabitha.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Tabitha and her sex-laden chatter had me arriving home swollen. The martini had helped. The first thing I did was drop in on Aidan in his music room. I found him ripping into one of his wild licks. I loved hearing the raw and raucous notes bouncing off the walls and how his pelvis pushed hard against the back of the red guitar as if he were making love to it.

  I wiped my brow. His bulging biceps flexed, all veiny and hard, while his fingers ran up and down the fret board. His hair had fallen onto his face, his eyes were closed, and those luscious sculptured lips, apart and moist. Mm… I’d seen that look before.

  He opened his big blue eyes, and as always, robbed me of air. Would he ever stop doing that to me? I wondered. He was about to put his guitar down, but I shook my head and motioned for him to continue playing.

  Aidan was an avid musician. When he wasn’t running his business, he was in his studio, firing up his guitar. There were also quieter, reflective moments when Aidan would balance his acoustic guitar on his muscular thighs, exploring new riffs. He had so much talent I wondered why Aidan wasn’t a professional musician.

  But then, bristling at the thought of women throwing themselves and their panties at him, I was glad he wasn’t. As selfish as that seemed.

  By his own admission, Aidan suffered from stage fright, which came as a surprise. It didn’t show at my father’s wedding or at the Red House, where I first watched him perform. I told him as such, but he just shrugged it off and spoke of his newfound passion for writing songs.

  I loved watching him place dots on sheet music. I quickly learned that Aidan was equally as driven and focused on music as he was in his business. If not more. His virtuosity and flare made him one truly gifted musician. I’d lost track of how many times I told him that. He’d just smile and deny it. It wasn’t false modesty. Aidan was blessed with humility.

  Was there anything about Aidan that was rotten?

  His temper wasn’t great. But then, without fire in his belly, he would not be such a smoking-hot lover.

  Dressed in my silk chinoiserie, I decided to treat Aidan and model one of my lacy purchases. The red lace teddy sent a feverish shiver through me at the thought of what Aidan would do to me. Rather fittingly, I was stretched out on the chaise longue, reading erotic short stories by Anaïs Nin.

  Aidan entered the room and cast me one of his irresistible smiles. “I think it’s time we get Chris to do a painting of you like that.”

  I pointed to the many studies of Aidan and me already on the walls. “I don’t know if I could stand another painting of me,” I replied.

  “I could. And you look like something out of a dream at the moment.”

  “Instead of me, I’d like a painting of you playing your guitar. You look so sexy, Aidan, when you play.”

  He smiled sweetly. “Maybe.”

  I placed my book down and watched him approach me. Aidan wore a Led Zeppelin T-shirt that stretched around his big shoulders, while his jeans hugged those strong, athletic thighs.

  I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent of herbal shampoo and male, which, as always made me dissolve. Blood pumped down below my navel as I made room for him on the chaise longue.

  He undid my hair, making it cascade over my shoulders. His hand stroked my neck then crept down shoulders. Hungry for his fingers, my flesh puckered while, straining against the lace, my nipples hardened.

  Aidan’s heavy gaze reflected my longing. His fingers slid over the slippery silk that covered me. He ran his tongue along my lower lip before settling on my mouth. His lips, warm and moist, softened on contact before crushing mine as passion took over. Our tongues swam together. I loved tasting him and how he played with me so suggestively. I’d forgotten to breathe.

  As his hand slipped under my silk gown, I exhaled tightly. When he felt the roughness of the lace he undid the tie of my gown, and like water, it fell to my feet.

  He hissed. His eyes darkened with lust. “Baby, let me look at you.”

  My heavy breasts poured out of the skimpy outfit.

  “Stand up and dance for me, princess.”

  Aidan went and sat on the bed ready for my little performance. I sashayed toward him, and he opened his legs to make room for his hardening cock. I stood before him and swayed my hips.

  “Mm… that’s so sexy,” he rasped.

  As my hips gyrated in front of him, he unzipped his jeans. He kicked his jeans off, and I saw his eager cock pleading to be freed.

  “T-shirt.” I pointed at his torso.

  He lifted it over his head, and my eyes moved from his eyes to that rippling pectorals and to his cock.

  My thighs were damp as I watched his glistening cock, bluey red, veins distended. I salivated. His heady, earthy scent of male arousal was like a drug. I pulsated with the pain of excitement.

  I sat on his lap and placed my breasts in his face, my nipples erupting, ready for his ravishing lips.

  “You set me on fire, baby. The more of a woman you become, the sexier. And these tits make me so hard.” His face buried into my breasts, his hot lips and tongue leaving trails of warm moisture over my nipples. Instead of undoing the lace to my teddy, he pulled it off roughly, making the delicate fabric rip, freeing my heated flesh.

  Just like all my lingerie, my little outfit lasted barely a few minutes around Aidan. There were plenty where that came from, I thought, quietly amused. That was part of the game, dancing around until he was so engorged with need, he became animalistic.

  His ravishing tongue drove inside me. A moan trembled through me. His hands grasped my bottom as he groaned into my sex. My fingers twirled deliriously through his hair as I pushed his head deeply into me. He fluttered his tongue over my bud, sucking and licking, one flickering impulse after another until I turned to jelly and quivered a creamy release into his mouth. I fell into his arms.

  He wiped his mouth on my thigh. “It’s music. Hearing you come. Your sweet little whimpers that build into groans send my cock crazy, angel.”

  If his tongue and fingers were earth shattering, then the thought of having him plunder me, shook the very foundation of my whole universe.

  I stroked his throbbing cock. It was lubricated with pre-cum and I licked the head. Aidan moaned and fell back on the bed. I took him in deep, having learned to relax my thr
oat. He was so big my mouth stretched to its limits.

  “Ah…” he groaned. I could smell his build-up. I knew when he was about to erupt, for the veins pulsated on my tongue. He pulled out. “It’s making me want to blow. Open your legs wide. Let me look at your drenched little cunt.” I did as he asked, and he held his cock in his hand. “Play with yourself, baby.”

  My finger circled around my swollen button.

  He held up two fingers. “Enter yourself.”

  His jaw tightened, his eyes were ablaze with arousal. I was so wet that my fingers slid in and out. He took my finger and sucked it. “Your tight little pussy is made of honey, sexy girl.”

  He placed me on all fours, and on his knees, he positioned himself against me. I loved being taken this way. It was so deep, setting off an agonizing ache through me.

  “I need to go hard, Clarissa.”

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  His hands cupped my breasts as he thrust into me sharply. I gasped at the pleasurable stretch. My head dropped back and my eyes watered from the delicious ache. I was tingly and my blood hot. Every nerve was on edge, letting off little sparks. The friction was intense as he pounded into me. Aidan’s breath was rough and uneven. His groans turned into growls as he took me with the need of one who’d been starved, which wasn’t the case, considering I’d swallowed an eruption out of him for breakfast.

  As he drove hard into me, stars poured down behind my eyes. The build-up soared as his rampaging cock found new parts to plunder. Each thrust made my muscles spasm uncontrollably, as I clenched his hardness tight. I lifted off and came back. Each time I stayed away longer, until I became such a dribbling mess that I surrendered entirely and was swept by a hot wave of time-stretching bliss. My moans lengthened into a scream as my body convulsed in pleasure that swallowed me whole.

  My name erupted out of Aidan’s lips as he trembled through his own thunderous explosion. His jaw was tight and his head had fallen back.

  We crashed into each other’s arms.

  When we returned back to earth, Aidan kissed me tenderly.