by RP Fischer
Matt lets her up, and we all somehow get into pie-baking mode. Matt and I are in charge of rolling out all the dough for the pans while my sister and Kylie fill them with the flavors Charlie picked. My mom only allowed fifty competitors to keep it easy so she said to pick five flavors and each person will get a slice of each. My sister has won awards for her pies in the past so the fact that the community center board approved her baking for the event says a lot about their faith in her abilities to grow her business.
One of the things I loved about growing up in Aiken and even coming home was the sense of community. I love a lot of these people like family. Leaving for the Air Force was hard, but I loved flying so much that I needed to spread my wings before I grounded myself. Despite whatever happened with Bryce, I probably still might have come home after my eight years. I missed Kylie most of all.
I glance over at her as she tries to make some kind of design on the sweet potato pie with the mini marshmallows. Ever so often I see her sneaking a few into her mouth.
I nudge her. “That design is obviously frustrating you, babe, because you seem to be eating more of the marshmallows than decorating.”
Instead of responding to me, she throws a marshmallow at my head.
I lay the rolling pin on the counter and face her. “Excuse me, Miss Mitchell. I believe we discussed you assaulting a police officer in the past.”
Another marshmallow pegs me in the head, but this time from my sister. Matt is slowly moving to the bag of marshmallows behind her and takes a handful before tossing me the bag.
Soon marshmallows are flying everywhere. We’re all doing our best to move around the confined space, turning it into a snack attack zone.
One little piece hits me straight in the face, and I nearly catch it in my mouth. “Oh, come on! Is that the best y’all have got?!”
We’re all laughing and enjoying the fun in the room. Charlie picks up a nearby pie and tries to get me, but ends up hitting Kylie with half of it in the process, causing her to shriek and burst into a fit of giggles.
I pick up a handful of flour from the bowl and throw back at my sister. Matt’s laughing his ass off as she yells at me, and he grabs her before she can jump me. She grabs her own handful of flour and smacks some into his face. He lets her go before she comes at both Kylie and me.
Kylie fills her hands with flour and joins my sister. Both of them are slowly creeping up to me as I hold my remaining handful.
“Now, ladies. Let’s think about this here. Do y’all really want to try to tangle with me?”
Holding the flour in my hands has me treading on interesting grounds. I have half of a French silk pie on my shoulder thanks to Charlie and an unpredictable Matt behind us as we creep up on Aaron. The look in his eyes is one I’ve waited years to see. That man can pull off a lust-induced stare like nobody’s business.
His smirk is making me weak in the knees, and the more I walk toward him, the harder it is not to tackle him to the ground until we’re both naked and on the brink of orgasms.
My eyes catch his, and I lick my lips anticipating what will happen next.
“Now, Kylie, sweetheart. I dare you to try what you might and see how much I punish you for this.”
I try to make my flour into a little ball, but some just falls to the ground. Matt is standing right behind Charlie watching to see what Aaron and I will do next, his sly smile telling me that he’s enjoying this standoff we have going on.
I hesitate one second too long, and I have flour on my face.
I start chucking what flour is left in my hands at Aaron and enjoy as the entire kitchen becomes a winter wonderland.
In all of our dancing around each other to grab more flour, I land into Aaron’s warm arms. All the flour bounces off of us and up my nose, and I embarrassingly sneeze into his shirt. The lust from earlier is intensified now, and it takes me a second to realize that I’m airborne over Aaron’s shoulder.
“Whoooaa! Aaron! What are you doing?”
I slap the middle of his back, thinking and hoping he might let me down. I fail because all he does is yell toward the kitchen where I can see Matt and Charlie have started kissing while I’m upside down.
“You two have fun cleaning all that up! I still want my pie too, by the way, little sister!”
Aaron finally lets me down when we’re next to his truck, and he shakes off all the extra flour from his short hair on top of my head. I flip my head upside down and try to get as much off of me as possible. I almost whip him in the face with my hair when I stand up straight again and immediately break into laughter.
He crosses his arms, which makes his muscles bulge, and I’m creepily staring at him. I’m intensely turned on right now.
“I just got a glimpse of what you’re gonna look like when you start getting gray hair, and it’s not fair how hot you’re gonna be!”
He uncrosses his arms to run one of his hands through his fake salt and pepper hair, letting his bicep bulge. More of the flour falls to his cheek, and I reach my hand up to wipe it away. He grabs my hand and kisses each tip of my fingers, down my palm, and finishes at my wrist.
I swear the shivers that just went through me have nothing to do with the winter chill in the air.
“I’m glad you think I’ll still be hot in my old age since you’ll be the one who’s looking at me when I get old and gray.”
I gasp and secretly thrill at the thought of being with him for that long.
I can’t take this sexual tension anymore so I put my hand on his cheek and wrap my other one around his bicep to bring him closer to my face. I kiss him with everything I have. His hands immediately go to my hips, and he thrusts his hips into my lower belly. Our kisses are hard and not enough. My tongue tries to seek entrance, but Aaron immediately pulls back.
He runs his hands over my hair, both of our chests beating frantically.
“Baby, not here. I want you so badly, but I want it to be just us. Not the prying eyes of Aiken County staring at us.”
I don’t even utter a reply as we both climb into his truck. I’m sure he’s breaking a few speeding laws to get back to his condo, but at this point, I don’t care. He can give himself a speeding ticket later as long as I can have him inside of me before then.
I push up the center console of his truck and sit as close to him as humanly possible without actually sitting on his lap. One of his hands goes to my flour-covered thigh and kneads into the muscle, reaching higher and higher until the slightest hint of his hand on my center has me drip with need.
My hand is holding tightly onto his bicep as I don’t trust that if I touch him where I truly want to, that he won’t drive off the road. I’m dying to kiss his neck and trail my lips up to his ear.
Thankfully, the drive ends and we’re racing toward his condo. We barely have the door shut when Aaron lifts me up against it, rocking into my center.
“Kylie, baby. If you don’t want any of this, please, for the love of all things sex, tell me to stop now.”
I clench my legs around his hips tighter and moan as he lightly licks across my ear, hot breaths sailing across my skin.
I hit my head against the door. “Aaron, if we don’t make love tonight, I’m holding you on a citizen’s arrest for cruel and unusual punishment. We have waited long enough, and I need to feel you.”
Aaron grips under my butt tighter as we walk toward his bathroom.
“First and foremost, we need to get rid of this flour before I make slow and sweet love to you.”
I whimper against his plan. He sets me down as he turns the shower on and lets the steam fill up the room. He turns back to me and immediately grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head.
“Don’t worry though, sweetheart. I promise to explore each and every part of you to make sure I didn’t miss a spot.”
His hands move toward the clasp of my bra, he unclips it and lets the soft material fall from my shoulders. His fingers lightly caress the sides of my breasts, brushing bar
ely over my nipples.
He trails his fingers down my stomach to the button of my jeans and pops it open, letting the white powder fall onto his tiled floor with each inch that he pulls the denim down.
I lift each foot up for him to take off my shoes and socks before he pulls the rest of my jeans off. He kisses his way up my legs, and I have to grab onto his shoulders to keep myself upright.
“Aaron. Please. I need to touch you, too. I need you to touch me! Something, please!”
His lips don’t stop their way up my body until I can feel his warm breath in between my thighs.
“I bet you’re dripping wet for me aren’t you. You want me to only touch you here?”
His fingers trail along the wetness to the part of me that is aching the most. He moves in closer and I swear I might just tackle him on the floor, even though he’s still not even naked.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to lick you? Right in that little swollen spot?”
I scratch into his shoulders. “I want you, Aaron. Make the ache go away. It’s been so long.”
He stands up to his full height and takes his shirt off to reveal the tattoos that I’ve longed to trace with my hands and tongue for years. His broad shoulders, tanned and perfected muscle, adorned with several tattoos.
His chest and abs contract with every heavy breath he takes. My hands are itching to rake over his skin. My gaze lowers to his hands where they rest on his belt loop, the bulge in his jeans looking strained.
Inch by painstaking inch, he undoes his jeans and lowers them to the ground. He kicks his shoes off before he removes the rest of his clothes.
Oh my heavens, he went commando today. Every inch of him stands up straight, waiting for me to put my hands and mouth on him. It’s been so long, I’m not even sure he’ll fit.
I’ve completely forgotten about the fact that we’re both covered in the flour and in the steamy bathroom when he grabs my hand and leads me under the spray.
I have no problem speaking my mind, “I’m surprised I walked without falling down. You have me completely shaken up right, and I’m about to burst. This shower needs to be quick.”
Aaron grabs the soap off the corner of the tub and rubs some in between his hands. He cups my neck in hid hands and massages into the skin.
“Sweetheart. I believe after the night we’ve had, I need to thoroughly inspect to make sure I get all the flour off. This shower will be as slow as necessary.”
He takes a soapy hand and drags it across my chest, rolling and pinching each nipple until I’m practically slipping across the floor from not bursting right now. I grab onto his biceps and he pulls me to him skin to skin, slipping against each other.
His hardness pokes into my belly as his soaped up hands hold me when he leans down for a long, wet kiss.
His hands lead down to my butt and he grabs each cheek, lightly spreading them so that the hot water falls down, warming my center. His fingers trail under until a long single digit slides inside of me.
My knees nearly give out on me as he circles his finger against my warm, wet walls. “Oh my…Aaron. That feels soooo good.”
He rolls his hips against me while his finger hits deeper. “Baby, you’re so tight. Holy fuck you’re gonna feel amazing wrapped around my cock.”
“Aaron. I want to feel you inside of me. Make us whole. Make us one.”
Hearing Kylie say she wants me to make us one sealed the rest of the night for me. I quickly turn off the water, not caring if there is still flour on us. I carefully escort her out of the tub and grab one of the towels to dry her off quickly. I don’t care if I’m still wet.
I toss the towel toward the hamper in the corner and immediately lift her against my slick skin. I lay her down against my comforter, her soft skin glowing in the light of my room. Her wet hair is fanned across my pillow, and her light blue eyes are staring at me with matched emotions.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my entire life, but before I finally take her, I have to let her know how I feel.
“Kylie, before we get into any of this, I just want you to know how much I love you for giving me the gift of your heart.”
She wraps her hand around my neck and pulls me down for a searing hot kiss.
Fuck me.
Her hips buck up into mine as our tongues merge together. Her taste alone drives me insane with need. I have to fucking be inside her. I reluctantly pull myself away from her still rolling her hips with mine.
“Baby, I gotta grab a condom. I promise I’ll taste you, explore you, map out every sensitive inch of you for the rest of our lives, but right now, I have to feel you.”
She puts her hand on my forearm, and I her eyes as they dilate with lust.
“I’m a nurse, Aaron. I’m on the shot, and I look forward to the rest of our lives as you just said. You’re the only one for me. Whatever comes from not using a condom, we’ll take that on together.”
I’m still frozen above her. The dream I’ve had for years is finally in my grasp. Fuck anything anyone else says.
“You do realize the thought of you pregnant with my child only makes me want to dive in faster than you could ever imagine.”
She gives me the sexiest smile I have ever seen. Her statement has me wanting to get her pregnant this instant.
“Well, considering I’m going to marry you someday, we’d better start practicing now.”
Without any reservations, hesitation, whatever the fuck, I drive myself home.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Kylie, you are so tight. You feel amazing.”
She moans loudly and rolls into her hips to the point where I hit the final tilt of her walls. I nearly fall forward with my chest touching hers. Feeling her under me with her smooth skin and body clinging to mine, coming home is an understatement to how I feel right now. Watching her face fill with emotions we’ve both wanted to show for each other urges me to rock back and forth at an explosive pace. I’m trying to go slow, but Kylie’s not having it. She hooks her ankles around my waist, and I growl at the warmth dripping down my cock.
“Aaron, if you love me at all, you’ll pick up your damn pace and let me come!”
I move up and tighten her ankles around me. I have my hands gripped on her ass as I drive into her. Over and over, her wet heat drips down my cock, and her moans become louder.
With every clench of her walls, I know she’s getting closer, which is making my balls tighten in need to empty inside of her.
“Oh god…Aaron. I’m so close.”
I pull her legs from around my waist and push her knees toward her chest. I love how fucking bendy she is because I can get even deeper.
My thrusts hit every inch inside of her, and I angle myself so my dick rubs against her clit. Shortly, she’s screaming herself over the edge. Liquid heat drips down my cock and her walls tighten around my dick, sending myself into an explosion soon after.
I thrust until the last drop squeezes out of both of us, which sends Kylie into an aftershock orgasm, and she shudders as her legs give out on her. I nearly fall on top of her, but manage to stop myself so I can kiss her. I flip over to my back and cradle her against my chest.
We’re sweaty and breathing heavily, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a week, Aaron.”
I tilt my head down to kiss her forehead.
“That’s fine by me, sweetheart. We can stay this way for as long as you want. I have absolutely no problems keeping you naked and ready for any time you want me inside of you.”
She slaps my chest, and I capture her hand and hold it over my fast beating heart. “We’ll have to eat and go to work at some point, Officer Hanston. Plus visit with our families.”
I squeeze her side.
“Our families will just have to deal. As for work and food, they can wait, too. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
The rest of the night, I show her just how much we can take. I do relent and feed her becaus
e a hungry Kylie trumps a horny Kylie, but luckily I make sure neither of us has work for another day, and we can enjoy each other as much as we want.
The holidays are in full swing, and the travel schedules are in the chaos we’d all expect. Some people ask me why I never left Aiken for nursing school or to live on another side of the world, yet I go on a decent amount of short vacations.
I’ve traveled and I’ve loved the places I’ve been, but honestly, there’s no place like Aiken. The ivy-covered trails, the clear lakes, and the year-long community love is what always calls me back.
Since my dad’s side of the family is from up north, we usually go up there every few months. My grandparents’ are true snowbirds and they can’t stand the heat or humidity. One thing I’ve always dreamed about is seeing the fleets of snow and multicolored designed lights with Aaron.
Another is having hot chocolate while watching an outdoor Christmas show or taking a ride on a horse-drawn sleigh around the city.
Building a snowman outside my grandma’s place.
Decorating trees at the NICU back home.
I’ve never told Aaron, or even Charlie, about my holiday fantasies. I’m curious to see how our first holiday as a couple will be.
Over Thanksgiving, Aaron asked me if I could take off of work for a few days around Christmas so we could take a small vacation together. Just the two of us. My fantasies are finally coming true!
He didn’t want our little getaway to be over Christmas so we could still be with our families. Charlie wants to host it at her and Matt’s house this year. Her restaurant grand opening is right after New Year’s. She wants everyone together before she starts practically living at Rose’s Corner. I think I might get her the most annoying alarm clock on the planet to make sure she knows when to leave the place.
I’ll do some research while Aaron and I are at the airport waiting for our return flight home.