“Why aren’t you going to continue training me?” Has he tired of me already? Panic begins to course through my veins and I am faced with the realization that he is the reason I’m so grounded and accepting of this new reality. I’m afraid that, without him, I would lose the battle with my nerves and lose my freaking mind.
“I’ll keep training you; I just won’t be sparring with you.” His tone is matter of fact, oblivious to the cautious fear seeping into mine.
“Is that normal?” Maybe this is what everybody does; maybe he isn’t trying to distance himself from me. “To split the training between two teachers?”
Aden shrugs, “Well, no. But I think it’s best for you. I won’t be able to push you like she will.” I want to keep my mouth shut, to play it cool, and not let on that I’m terrified he is going to disappear again.
Get a grip, would you? You’re strong enough to handle whatever life throws at you.
My inner pep talk makes me feel a little better, but I lose the battle to remain silent.
“Why not? Why is it best for me?”
Aden finally turns his head, his green eyes surveying me, probably trying to see beyond the forced subtlety in my questions.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
“Excuse me?” Indignation heightens my volume, but I instantly lower my voice when I realize it. “You think I couldn’t take you on?” My question clearly amuses the hell out of Aden because he starts laughing, the sound coming from deep in his belly.
Without answering my question, Aden jumps up and reaches a hand out to help me up. I don’t like the disadvantage my current position puts me in, so I grip his hand and let him pull me up. He drops a quick kiss on my nose, then lifts his chin to the locker room door, and gives my arm a little tug, indicating that he wants to continue this discussion in private.
We enter the wide room that reminds me of the club house at a baseball stadium. It is a wide rectangle, each wall lined with tall, and somewhat wide, wooden lockers, though each sports a full length door, so they are more like closest. Benches sit a few feet back from them, following the same pattern around the room. But, a big difference with this space, is that the center has two little “conversation nooks”. Each has two comfy couches, facing each other, and they are flanked by overstuffed, reading chairs, and creating a sort of semi-circle in either side. There are also three full size bathrooms at each end of the room, for students and trainers who don’t live at the facility.
The room is empty, but Aden continues walking, pulling me into one of the bathrooms and shutting the door behind us. It’s a decent sized space, but Aden crowds me up against the countertop, just to the right of the door, his face level with mine.
“Baby, I have no doubt that eventually, you’ll be able to hold your own with me. But even then, I won’t spar with you.”
Now, I’m just so perplexed. I frown, “I don’t understand. Have you done this with any of your other students?”
Aden’s eyes roam my face, pausing on my mouth, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. I just barely catch the groan that wants to escape, my eyes riveted to his mouth. It’s ridiculous how hot he can make me with the slightest action. I just want to fuse us together and sink into his kiss.
He lifts his eyes and stares deeply into mine, the emerald darkening to a mossy green. “No.”
I’m so caught up in the lust sparking in me, that for a millisecond, I’m not sure what he is saying no to. No, he won’t kiss me? I inwardly snort at the thought. Yeah right.
Then, I remember the question. “Why haven’t you done this with anyone else?”
Aden grabs my hip and lifts me onto the counter, settling himself in the v between my thighs. Our faces are perfectly aligned now and his eyes bore into mine.
“Because I wasn’t in love with any of them.”
I gasp in shock, my mind completely lost to anything but those words. He loves me? Relief pours through me and I feel freer, like I’ve shed a heavy coat and can bask in the beautiful breeze.
I’m about to get sappy. Are you ready?
The breeze is his love.
I warned you.
My thoughts clear and Aden is still watching me intently. I don’t see any fear or uncertainty in his eyes, and I realize he’s confident that I return his feelings.
What the hell, let’s just lay it all out there.
I place a hand on each of his cheeks and kiss the tip of his nose, each eyelid, and finally I place a sweet kiss on his mouth.
“I love you too.”
Chapter Sixteen
Aden
Her words snap the tenuous hold I have on my control and with a hand at the back of her neck and another on her lower back, I pull her forward and slam my mouth down onto hers. Plunging my tongue in, a deep growl rumbles from me when she sucks it deeper and I grab her legs guiding them around my hips. She gives a soft mewl of desire as I press forward into her heat. Our bodies are already warm and slightly sweaty from our workout, but the temperature of her pussy is ten times hotter and it burns my cock in the sexiest way.
My mouth moves down, kissing and licking along her chin, neck, ear, and on down to her collarbone, where I stop to suck on the salty skin. I can still taste the sweet strawberries and, the mixture of salty and sweet, sets my cock in stone. One hand wanders down to her breast, squeezing it and plucking at the nipple, while the other grabs a fist full of her hair and gently yanks her head back to give me better access. Shaylee cries out and her legs clench, clasping my cock even tighter to her core. The sound rips through me and I can’t think of anything but plunging my dick into that velvet heat, feeling her walls clench around me in a rough, hard orgasm.
I pull her legs down and grip her hips, setting her on the ground and slip off her shirt before spinning her around to face the mirror. Then, I peel her tight, Lycra shorts off of her perfect, endless legs. The sight of all that flushed, creamy skin has my need for her ready to explode. Her tits are encased in a tight sports bra but when I notice the front zipper, I decide who ever invented it is going to get personal thank you note. I slide it down and her tits spill free into my eager hands. I lift them up and squeeze them tight, rubbing my palms along her nipples, before using my fingers to twist and pull at the rosy peaks. Shaylee’s head falls back onto my shoulder, her eyes closed, and her lips slightly parted letting out a little puff of air. I pinch her nipples a little harder to get her attention.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to watch what I do to you.”
Her eyes struggle open and when I see the explosion of lust swirling around in them, I just can’t wait any more. I bend her forward over the counter and pull her hip out and up, pushing my rock hard dick into her ass for just a moment. She moans and her eyes begin to droop again. I grab another chunk of her hair and tug it, not enough to hurt her, but enough to make it sting.
“Aden!” she cries out but shoves her ass back into my cock, letting me know that it was a cry of pleasure.
“Keep looking at me, baby. I don’t want to have to tell you again,” my voice is rough with hunger and I practically growl at her. She gives a tight nod of understanding and once again, I feel her ass pressing back. I swiftly pull the drawstring on my pants and let them drop, my cock springs free, and I gasp at the pain from the pants pulling on it as they fall.
I slide my hand along her hip, around to her stomach and down, grabbing ahold of her panties, ripping them off, and tossing them behind me. She moans loudly and I slip my hand down to her bare pussy. Fuck, I love that my girl is completely on display for me. My fingers plunge into her and are immediately coated with her wetness.
“You’re so ready for me, baby, aren’t you?” Her eyes are staring intently at her pussy, watching my fingers move in and out. “Do you want me to fuck you hard?” She doesn’t seem to hear me, her attention still riveted to the action between her thighs. I yank again on her hair to get her attention and her gaze jumps up to meet mine, a whimper of need escaping.
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nbsp; My fingers come out and circle around her clit, passing over it every few rotations but never putting any pressure on it. Another tiny tug, “Answer me. Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?”
She nods and it causes her hair to pull a little making her cry out again. The sounds she makes during sex are hot as fuck, and I know I’m about to lose my mind. “Out loud, baby. What do you want?”
“Inside.” She pants.
“Inside what?” Her pupils are dilated so big that all I can see around the black orbs is a bright sliver of blue, making her eyes look as though they are glowing. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“I want you inside me.”
“You want what inside you.” My filthy mouth turns her on to a rabid degree and I give it one more nudge before I can’t take it anymore.
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“Your cock. Inside. My pussy,” she continues to pant, blowing out her words on each breath. She presses back into me roughly. “I want you to fuck me, Aden. Hard. I want to feel you tomorrow, sore and sated from your cock pounding and stretching my pussy.”
Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck!
I grasp my dick and line it up, then thrust inside her, and feel her clench at the invasion. She cries my name and it causes a frenzy in me. I begin hammering into her with every bit of my strength, holding her hips tight to keep her from being pushed into the counter. Our skin slaps together loudly, sliding the surface from the sweat already dampening our skin and mixing with the perspiration from our feverish pace.
“More, Aden!” Shaylee yells, desperation in her voice. “As deep as you can go, baby. Give me all of you.”
Fuck, yeah.
When Shaylee starts talking dirty, I think my brain short circuits. I suddenly pull out and remotely hear her cry of distress, but I’m focused on what I’m doing. I flip her around and grab her ass, lifting her up so that her legs wrap tightly around me. I shift a step to the left and slam inside of her as her back hits the door. The new angle and the use of gravity deepen every plunge and I use the leverage to thrust harder.
“Aden! I’m almost—oh fuck! Yes!”
I won’t last long and I can feel her tightening, clenching my cock in a vice grip with her pussy.
“I want to hear it, baby.” I’m fighting to get the words out; my breathing is labored and uneven. “Let me hear what I do to you.”
Reaching between us, I apply pressure directly onto her clit and watch her face as she flies into a euphoric oblivion, screaming my name. The clutch of her orgasm on my cock shoves me over the edge and I slam my hand against the door as I explode inside her, still thrusting deep until every single tremor has subsided.
I finally still and rest my forehead on hers, still buried deep inside and I can feel her pulsing around my cock. Nothing can compare to the ecstasy of bringing Shaylee to orgasm and then coming so very deep inside her. Well, maybe it comes second to the feelings I have when she tells me she loves me. I knew she wouldn’t tell me first, so I was waiting for the right moment, a special moment to say it to her. But, I just couldn’t wait anymore. I knew if I told her how I felt, she would open up to me. Finally.
Our breathing has slowed to normal levels and I place a lingering kiss on her sweet lips before stepping and pulling out, letting her slide down my body until she is standing. I don’t even try to keep my eyes from roaming all over her exquisite body. As much as she turns me on (and that’s a whole fuck of a lot), my heart swells with love for her as I take in her beauty inside and out. I wrap her in my arms and hug her tightly to me. “I love you, baby. For eternity.”
Shaylee lifts her head and beams at me, “I love you too, Aden. Forever.”
The freedom to tell Shaylee that I love her anytime I want puts a bounce in my step. You don’t think I know that this makes me sound like a girl? I do, so shut the fuck up.
We spent most of Saturday and today, in bed fucking or just cuddling and watching movies. We’ve gone through an entire pack of condoms over these two days. I had to run to the store for more. And, as I stand in the checkout line, I just now realize that I hadn’t used protection Friday night. I know Shaylee will be pissed as hell if I get her pregnant. I’m not really ready, either. I want to have some time together, just the two of us. But a small part of me, the asshole who makes stupid decisions and gets my ass handed to me when I listen to him, is whispering that if Shaylee were to get pregnant, she would be tied to me completely. A picture of her, lying on our bed, cuddled up against me, with both of our hands, resting on her round belly, flitts through my mind. My breath catches at the image, and a feeling of utter contentment settles over me as I imagine Shaylee with our babies.
Babies? As in multiple?
Yeah, wow. Babies.
I need to get my head on straight. Now isn’t the time to be thinking these things, there will be time enough for that in the future. I push the thought out of my head and take the condoms home.
Shaylee was sore as hell the next day and I couldn’t help walking around with a smug smile, knowing my girl felt me inside her every time she moved. Over the next few weeks, each day was better than the last. I can’t believe she is finally mine, forever. I knew I wanted her, but fuck, I had no idea how much I would crave her. Not just her body, but her love.
When Christmas came, it was the best one of my lifetime. Shaylee missed her mom and aunt terribly, but we spent Christmas Eve with my family, her grandparents, and extended family. The party was full of fun and laughter and it helped take her mind away from her homesickness. Christmas Day, we had a lazy morning, (well, there was some vigorous activity) and moseyed our way to the living room to exchange gifts. I gave Shaylee a pair of one carat diamond earrings. It wasn’t the diamond I truly wanted to give her, but I wasn’t sure she was ready. Besides, I decided to talk to her mom the next time I am in the human realm; not only to ask her permission, but also to find out what would be the perfect ring for Shaylee.
She gave me a book of fairy tales that had been her father’s. When I opened it, I realized he had written down all of the stories that he used to tell her. He’d made notes of where the humans had created folklore and the history behind the stories. While living in the human realm, Shaylee’s father had taught history at NYU, and his students had adored him for his enthusiasm and unique outlook on all things relating to myths and legends. This book took his skill and applied it to the history of the Fae. It was absolutely amazing, and the fact that she would give up something that belonged to her father, made it absolutely priceless to me.
But, guilt continues to nag at me. I haven’t been as diligent with the condoms as I should have been, but it was only once or twice. There is nothing like being gloved by her pussy with nothing between us and a couple of times, I gave in to that need, the need to be completely fused together as one. However, I still haven’t told her about being fated. It gnaws at me. I can’t lose her, I won’t.
“Dude, how about you think with this head?” Brannon taps his finger against my temple. “And maybe focus on what you’re supposed to be doing?” He gives me a wide smile, popping his dimples that for some reason, chicks seem to go crazy over.
“Sorry about that. It doesn’t take much brain power to wipe the floor with you, so I let my mind wander.”
Brannon flips me the bird (not that I can see it through his boxing gloves, I just know him that well) and laughs as he shuffles around a little, warming up his muscles. Shaylee is working with Laila today and while I would normally watch, Brannon wanted to get in a workout and I needed to burn off some of the guilt that had begun to get stronger with each passing day.
“I still haven’t told her.”
Brannon stops moving and contemplates my statement. “About being fated?” I nod.
His eyebrows slide up almost to his hairline, “You’re cruising for a bruising, brother.”
“It just never seemed like the right time,” I explain. “I wanted to wait until she fell in love with me, but now I’m wondering if I should have just told her in the
beginning and dealt with the fallout then.”
Brannon shakes his head, a rare serious expression on his face. “I don’t know what I would have done in your position, Aden. But it is what it is and you should tell her now. If you wait too long, or she finds out from somebody else, she could go off halfcocked and do something stupid.”
He smiles widely at me once again, “Like fall into my waiting arms.”
Serious moment over.
“You’re right.” I flip him the bird when he gives me a ‘duh’ look. Mine is more effective since I’ve removed my gloves. “I’ve got to head out for a few days and check on my other charges.”
I cut him a dry look. “Can I trust you to watch over my girl?” I rethink the statement and add, “From afar?”
Brannon laughs raucously, and I can’t help but smile. His damn laugh is infectious. “Yeah, brother. I’ll keep her in line with an iron fist, and keep her away from my, or anyone else’s iron rods.”
“You realize you sound like you’re twelve, right?” He just grins at me unrepentantly as he removes his gear.
We head to the locker room where Brannon’s stuff is stored. He lives in a house out in a nearby suburb, so he hauls a bag back and forth. He begins to pull out his toiletries for a shower and throws me a questioning glance. “When do you go meet with Fate?” he asks the question with a deadpan expression, but I can see the mirth dancing in his eyes. Brannon and Fate get along really well, go figure, and find it absolutely hysterical that I’m so uncomfortable around her.
I narrow my eyes at him, warning him off of the direction he is likely to take this conversation. I’m not is the mood for him to fuck with me about my issues with Fate. “After I get back. I’ll call Grady, when I cross, and tell him to let her know we’ll be there a few days after that.”
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