by Amy Brent
I pulled up beside her and let down the window. “Hey, sexy lady. Do you need a ride?”
Her face tinged red, and as she smiled, her whole face lit up. “Yes, and let’s hurry. I sneaked out of the house, and I want to leave before they realize I’m gone.” She opened the passenger door and slid into the seat beside me.
“All of this sneaking is kind of a turn on. I didn’t realize I was dating a bad girl. I like it.” I leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips and then stepped on the gas. My tires squealed, and she laughed, looking back at the house as we sped away.
“You’re not very good at sneaking away. Remind me never to rob a bank with you.” She ran her hand through her hair and dropped her bag to the floorboard. “Where are we going?”
“I guess I should feed you, but after that, I could take you back to my place if you want. We can hang out there or go do something. I’m not picky. I just want to spend some time with you.” I kept my hand on the gear shift, and she placed hers on top of it.
“Yes, and we should enjoy it while we can. Once they find out I ditched them, they are going to be so pissed off that they make my life miserable.” She seemed like it was really bothering her, and I hated that they had that effect on her.
“Don’t they already do that.” It seemed that was all they did. Like they lived for it.
“They do their best.” She let loose a long breath, and her smile faltered a bit.
“They treat you like shit. You’re family, not some employee.” I shook my head and switched lanes as I approached my exit.
“They don’t know that though.”
“Yeah, I forget that. Did you say that your father doesn’t know?” I couldn’t remember if he didn’t know or if he didn’t know that she knew or both.
“He knows that I’m his, but he doesn’t know that I found out. I’m not sure that the Twins would treat me any better if they knew I was their sister. They’d be just as terrible and spoiled and have even more reason to see me as a threat.”
“You don’t think they’ll want to share their daddy?”
She cringed. “Don’t say that. I could never call him daddy.” She made a face like it was the most awful thing in the world.
“Don’t tell me you were one of his fans, that you ever had naughty thoughts about the rock god, Scott Blue.”
“Gross, no. He’s old enough to be my—well that’s because he is my father. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.” She sank back in her seat a little and turned her head my way. “Could we just go to your place? I’m not really that hungry.”
“Yes, we can. And if you do get hungry, I’ll have the chef whip us something up. You’ll like Louis’s cooking.” I turned her hand and stroked her wrist with my thumb. “Don’t let those twins get you down. Let it all out of your mind for the day. You could use a break.”
She smiled and closed her eyes as if she hadn’t had a decent rest in days. I’d noticed how she slept like a log at the beach cabin and I didn’t think it was just because I’d wore her out, she’d been stressed and working hard, not to mention dealing with those bitches every command which couldn’t be too easy in itself. I wanted her to relax with me, to make herself at home with me.
We got to my house a few minutes later, and she leaned into me as I led her to my house at the back of the estate.
“I thought you stayed in the big house.” She glanced over at the main house as I led her up the walk to my door.
“No, I have a room there, but me and Zep live here in the guest house. It’s much more appropriate for us, and we can come and go and have guests without disturbing Patricia. Not to mention, I hate seeing my mother with other men.”
“She’s seeing someone already?” My father’s death was sudden but not as sudden as my mother had returned to dating.
“Yeah, she didn’t even let him get cold in the ground. But I have a feeling she was seeing other men while he was alive. I mean, I don’t like to think it, but I’m not stupid. She didn’t have any problems finding men, so I think she’d been on the scene for a while.”
“That’s terrible. I think exclusive relationships are nice.” She met my eyes, and there was a question in her glance.
“Are you asking me how I feel about being exclusive?”
“I wasn’t asking, but knowing the answer would be nice.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I should just shut up, really. I’m letting those stupid twins get to me.”
“How so?” I could only wonder what kind of things they were telling her.
“Well, they said that you and Zep like to share your women and that when you get bored with me, then you’ll pass me over to Zep.”
Anger built up in my blood and sent it through my veins a warp speed just thinking about her being with Zep. “That’s not true.” I felt my jaw pop as I clenched. “Do you think I could do something like that?” Her face paled, and she shook her head.
“No, Aiden. Not at all.”
“When you’re with me, you’re with me. And I don’t have any desire for anyone else. As for Zep, he hardly needs my cast offs. He’s got his hands full enough as it is and I wouldn’t even tell him private things about me and you, much less share you with him.” She frowned, her mouth turning down and eyes filled with what looked like tears.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s those damned girls. They’re not happy unless they are creating drama. I wish Zep would leave Halle alone, but for some reason, he actually likes her.”
“Are you guys talking about me?” Zep strolled into the room eating a handful of grapes and almonds.
The thought of him with Ella had me scowling. “Yeah, Ella’s going to hang out with us here today. Don’t tell Halle she’s here.”
“I don’t tell Halle anything, but if she asks I’ll lie.” I knew he’d have no trouble lying to her because he didn’t really care about her.
I pulled Ella close, and her stomach growled so loud that even Zep heard it. Her face turned red, and she giggled as Zep nudged me. “Feed the girl, Aiden, damn.” He shook his head and stepped over to the bar. “Don’t let him get cheap on you. Have him take you to a nice restaurant. He can afford it.”
She knew well enough I could, but I didn’t like Zep making insinuations about my wealth.
“Let’s grab something to eat. We can still go out if you want.” I had some good news to tell her, but now all I cared about was getting her fed and comfortable.
“Could you call out for something? I’d like to stay in.” I pulled her close. “Anything you want. I’ll call to the kitchen and have then bring us something.” I turned to Zep who was gathering his keys and wallet. “Are you going to be around?”
“No, I’m off to the docks. I’ll call you later. You two have fun. Ella, it was good to see you again.” Zep gave her a nod and turned to head for the door.
“Good to see you too,” Ella called after him just in time for him to give her a wink and pull the door to.
I sat on the couch with my phone. When she joined me, I pulled her into my lap and kissed her cheek. “Is there anything particular you want. My personal menus have some pretty basic food: chicken alfredo, burger and fries, French bread pizzas. You name it. I can have it here within the hour.”
“Impressive.” Her smile warmed me all over, and she nestled her face against my neck and kissed me there as I dialed up the kitchen and placed our order.
As promised, our food arrived, and we sat out on the patio looking at the pool until we finished.
In the quiet after dinner, while staring out at the butterflies who were fluttering over the hibiscus, I took her hand. “I have a little surprise for you.”
“Yeah? I hope it’s good. It’s going to be hard to top the bread.” She’d eaten nearly the whole loaf alone, and I had to admit that it was one of my favorites too.
“Oh yeah. I think you’ll think so, and I’ll be sure and pass along your compliments to the chef.” We share a little laugh, and I str
oked her hand. “I talked to Delaney Graham last night, and he’s willing to let you come down to his studio and spend some time if you want. He said he could show you a trick or two and maybe if he likes your work, he can get you in with some buyers.” Her eyes lit, and she bounced in her seat.
“Really! That’s amazing! Thank you!”
I had expected a much different reaction. “He didn’t seem to understand why you haven’t been in touch already.”
Her face lit with confusion. “Why would I? According to Nola none of my mother’s contacts had room for me, and the buyers lacked interest.”
Of course, she had. Nola Blue was up to something. And I was going to find out what. “Are you excited?”
She leaned in close and kissed me, flattening her palm against my cheek. “Yes, thank you.”
“No need to thank me.” I patted her hand and kissed her, pulling her closer until she moved from her chair to my lap.
“If you don’t want to hear it, then perhaps you won’t mind if I show you show much I appreciate you thinking of me.” Her hand slipped down between us, stroking my length which was already stiff in my pants. “Are you okay with that?”
“Mm, more than okay.” I lifted her up so fast she let out a little squeal, and then she burst out giggling as I put her over my shoulder and carried her into my house.
Chapter 23
Ella
All of the blood had rushed to my head, and I couldn’t stop giggling as Aiden carried me into the house. He stopped next to the bed, and I could see us in the reflection from the mirror of his dresser. His hand raised and I felt a sharp smack of his hand against my ass. I’d wore jeans, and there was nothing quite like getting a spanking through denim to warm one’s backside.
“Ah!” I found myself on my back before I could kick or scream, but doing so would only be playing. I didn’t mind the spanking or being tossed down on the bed, and I especially didn’t mind when he wasted no time slipping off my shoes and tossing them to the floor.
His eyes stayed focused on mine, burning with intensity as he worked the buttons on my jeans and slipped them down over my hips, down to my knees and finally puddling around my bare feet. I kicked them off as he went for the hem of my shirt, which was a surprise. I’d expected him to slip my panties down, but his hands pushed my silky blouse up over my head, and I leaned up enough to accommodate.
He stepped back once I was wearing only my bra and panties and worked the zipper of his own loose-fit jeans which were faded and distressed to perfection. The things had hugged his ass perfectly, but I had to admit they looked even better as they fell down his ass before hitting the floor.
He wore gray boxer briefs beneath them, and he stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it across the room and into his hamper. I laughed as he missed and then he shrugged and slipped down his briefs until he was standing with nothing but his erect cock in his hand.
“Aren’t you going to undress me?” I rubbed my knees together and rolled them from side to side as I looked up at him.
My eyes widened as he shook his head. “No, you’re going to strip for me.” He took my hand and pulled me forward to my feet, but my face turned bright pink, and I shook my head to protest.
“No, no, no. I’m not good at that sort of thing.” I gave him a pleading look as his wicked grin spread his lips and then he was giving me a pleading look right back.
“You’ll do it for me. You’ll be amazing, Ella. Just stand up and slip them off nice and slow. I want to watch you.” He dropped my hand and stepped back, and I felt the heat in my cheeks turn cold as the blood drained from them.
I reached around behind my back and unhooked the tiny clasp of my lacy bra.
“Slowly,” he said. He gripped his cock and pumped it as his eyes lingered on my body and the fact that he wasn’t ashamed at all gave me a confidence I didn’t know I’d have in this situation.
I slowly slipped the first strap down my shoulder, holding the cup in place as I pulled my hand free, I did the same with the other, and soon I was left holding my cups in place. I pulled them away, dropping the garment to the floor as I took one of my pebbled nipples between my fingers. I slowly stroked and pinched it, as his eyes widened and he licked his lips. “Just like that, Ella. You’re so beautiful.”
I slipped my hand down the front of my panties, and his eyes widened as if he hadn’t expected the gesture. I cupped my mound and moaned, biting my lip, as I slipped a finger between my folds. I brought the digit to my lips. Aiden closed the distance between us and kissed me. After getting a taste, he stepped back and pumped his cock as I slipped my thumbs into the straps at my hips and slowly peeled myself out of my panties. They hadn’t even made it to my knees when he stepped forward and kneeled, and before I could react, his mouth landed on my bare mound, and his tongue slipped between my folds, kissing my swollen bud.
My breath hitched, and I ran my fingers through his hair as he worked his mouth on my most private places and I threw my head back moaning as his teeth nibbled on my clit and his fingers dipped in, stroking my soaking channel.
“You’re so wet, Ella. I think you liked performing for me much more than you thought you would.” He was so right. I did enjoy his eyes watching me, his hands working himself, getting it pumped and primed for me. I glanced down and noticed how red and swollen his cock was, like a hot knife ready to slice into my core.
After another moment of working me over, he stood and sat me back on the edge of the bed. I took the chance to grab his hips and pull him to me, his thick erection just inches from my hungry mouth. I stuck my tongue out and lapped it against his shaft, and he hissed as I rolled my tongue across his veiny flesh.
I met his eyes before pulling him into my mouth, and he gripped the back of my head and held me still, working his hips gently, as the head of his cock popped in and out of my mouth.
I gripped his ass and relaxed my throat, forcing him deeper, and he moaned, a curse slipping from his lips, “Fuck.”
I nursed him like that for a little longer, and then he stepped back and put a hand on my shoulder to lay me back. He stepped between my knees and nudged my legs apart further with his hips.
He stroked his head against me, letting his head slide between my folds and spread my nectar. I greedily inched down, wanting him inside me, needing him to push himself into my depths and when he did a moment later, I moaned and winced at the intrusion. He was so big that it took me a moment to settle around him, but once I did I quivered, my channel milking him as he thrust.
He angled his hips and adjusted my position to stroke against my most tender spot and then he slipped his hand down to work my clit with his thumb. The pleasure built with an intensity that had me feeling as if I might come apart and a moment later I did, my channel soaking so much I felt my release splash and drip down my ass where his balls slapped, the sound getting louder from the wetness.
Aiden leaned down across my chest and captured my mouth and then he pulled away, meeting my eyes. “Where do you want it this time?” He thrust harder, his cock seeming to swell inside of me.
“Anywhere you want it,” I knew I was covered, but there was always a chance. Maybe I should have been more careful instead of throwing caution to the wind while lost in ecstasy. But I trusted Aiden and a moment later he jerked free of my core, and his hot release spurted against my tummy. I glanced down in time to take the overshot on my breasts, and a tiny droplet even hit my chin. I dragged my finger through and tasted it. He found my mouth and then stepped away to grab a towel.
A moment later he was back and wiping me up, his strong hands gentle as he cleaned up his mess.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up,” he said taking my hand, and we headed to his shower, and we spent the next hour under the gentle spray, exploring each other’s bodies even more. If there was one thing, I was sure of before we were done it was that I could trust Aiden.
Chapter 24
Aiden
It had been the longest week ever with the
twins taking out their retaliation on Ella for bailing on them to spend the day with me, and while I’d like to think it was worth it, I missed her like crazy. I decided to intervene and pay her a surprise visit.
Sadie answered the door and leaned against the jamb trying her best to look innocent, but it wasn’t working.
“Hey, Aiden. Don’t tell me you’re here to apologize to me for lying about the foursome.”
“Okay, I won’t. Is Ella around?”
“You know if you didn’t like me, all you had to do was say so. Ella thinks you’re Mr. Perfect, but I know you’re just like any other asshole player stringing girls along.”
“I never strung you along, Sadie. And don’t pretend you didn’t have fun. I know you enjoyed yourself with Zep. He told me so.” Zep had told me how bored she’d been, but I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of admitting that.
“Please, watching him and Halle and knowing you were not going to show because you were off with that little bitch, Ella. I could have had more fun at home with my vibrator, or at least scored someone else. It’s not like I’m incapable.”
“Then, why don’t you? Could you get Ella, please?”
“I don’t have the patience for most people. You and I could have had fun. It’s a shame.” She stepped away from the door, still not acknowledging my requests to see Ella.