by Claire Adams
Chapter Thirteen
Aiden
“So you didn’t make this, either, did you?” Lexa stared into the oven and gave a soft laugh.
“No, that would be Mattie again; this time I even got to put in a request. I hope you like roast.”
“I love it, and if her roast is half as good as those enchiladas, I’ll marry her.” She stepped back and then walked over to the counter and found a stool while I grabbed the oven mitts and took the roast out.
“Don’t make me jealous, now. I’ll have to sign up for a cooking class.” I went to the list that Mattie had left and followed my next step. She’d gone through the trouble of leaving instructions since I was having company. I laughed when the next two steps were: plate it and eat it. Good ol’ Mattie.
Lexa leaned against the bar resting her chin on her hand. “I’ve always wanted to take a cooking class, but with my schedule, it’s impossible.”
“Make the class come to you.” I shrugged. “You could probably find a chef in training that would come to your place and cook and give instructions for a reasonable amount, considering you’d buy the groceries.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ve never thought about it, but that might work.” She gave me an approving nod. “Would you like me to help?”
“I think I’ve got it today. I thought we might eat out on the patio, if you wanted. It’s a nice evening, and it’s screened.”
“That would be nice. After, I do wish you’d show me around a bit more. You’ve got such a beautiful home, and I meant to tell you how amazing the front looks. You’ve had someone out to do a lot of work.”
I hadn’t ever had anyone interested in a tour, and I felt a certain sense of pride that she appreciated it.
“I hired in a gardener. He’s my old gardener’s son, but he only comes out once a month. His dad was the main caretaker until I let him go. I don’t know what I was thinking. He was only a year out of retirement anyway, but still. Mattie came back determined to make me take care of this place, and I had to hire her back so she wouldn’t have to keep breaking in to dust the rafters. She’s a real piece of work.”
I realized I was rambling, but it was nice to have such easy conversation with someone. We took our dinner out to the patio and were quiet for a while as we savored Mattie’s roast.
“I’d like to meet this mysterious Mattie. Maybe she can teach me how to cook.” She took another bite of her potatoes, and I noticed she’d shoved her carrots aside.
“Not a fan of orange foods?” I pointed to the pile she’d pushed to the side of her plate.
“Actually they’re my favorite, so I’m saving them for last.” She stabbed one and popped it into her mouth.
“You know, I didn’t think you were going to come back around, but I’m glad you did.” I leaned in close and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She met my eyes and then looked away.
“It was kind of a whirlwind. I guess I was still spinning and afraid I’d get out of control.” She sipped her iced tea, staring off into the oaks.
“I didn’t take you for a control freak, but then again, you did take control there for a moment, so maybe?” I narrowed my eyes, and the warmth of red in her cheeks sent the blood pumping straight to my cock.
“Sometimes I see what I want and take it.” She giggled. “When are you going to show me around? The sun’s almost gone, and I wanted to see those old oaks up close.”
“Sure, come on.” I stood and held out my hand. “I’ll show you the oaks, but then I’m going to show you my favorite place in the house.”
She took my hand and giggled. “The dining room table?”
“No, but after our last date, I’d say it falls in the top three.” I led her out into the yard and to the back stretch where the live oaks spread over us like a canopy.
“The moss is amazing. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to climb up in a tree like this and take a nap.”
“Buggy.” Her hand pulled away, and she walked over to a low branch to stroke the moss. “My sister and I used to get in trouble for climbing them. So we’d go way down to the other end and climb in the very last one in the corner. We did it so much, the moss stopped growing, and Mother realized what we were up to. She had Pete put a squirrel gate up to keep us out of it. She was afraid we’d get chiggers.” I glanced down, and she was staring at me blankly.
“I’m sorry.” She ducked her head and then walked to the other side of the rows and kept walking.
I hurried to catch up. “Don’t be sorry. The oaks are beautiful, but let me take to you my favorite place. You’ll like it, too, I think.”
She offered her hand, and I took it, swinging it between us as I led her to the garage. Her eyes lit up as I turned on the lights which came on one after the other in front of us. “The garage? I should have known.” She walked over to the row of cars and stopped at my father’s gunmetal gray Shelby. Her fingers caressed the length of it as her eyes drank it in.
“That one was my father’s pride and joy.” I didn’t think to mention what kind it was; I figured she wouldn’t understand anyway.
“It’s a Shelby. I’ve always wanted to drive one. My dad wouldn’t let me drive sports cars. He said I couldn’t handle them and called them death traps.”
I thought of her car out front in the circle and doubted her father had never changed his opinion. “And so, being rebellious, you got a job and bought one for yourself. Your Camaro is a clean ride.”
“Thank you; that’s exactly what I did. For the record, he’s still mad at me. He even offered to buy it from me and get me something else in its place. He said he was afraid I’d drive too fast…and many times I do.” She regarded the car again. “She’s fast, but probably not as fast as this. Have you ever topped it out?”
“My dad never let me drive it, and I’m not sure he ever went over the speed limit. He only bought the thing to torment me. When I was sixteen, he asked me what kind of car I wanted. Of course, this is what I told him, right down to the color. He went out and bought me a new red GT500, which was nice — a bitchin’ car for real — but then six months later he came home with this, and I wasn’t allowed to touch it. He even dangled it like a carrot so I’d go to college and I fell for it.
“Wow, what a dick.” I glanced down as she pulled her lips in tight and then covered her mouth. “I’m sorry, I-”
“No, you’re absolutely right, he was a dick. My car was stolen about a month later, and I hoped he’d give it to me, but he didn’t. He even accused me of having my car stolen on purpose.” I stared at the hunk of metal and wished I’d had a better relationship with my father.
“So, let’s do it now. Take me for a drive. This thing’s been sitting up too long, and he’s not going to do shit about it.” She had a wild, rebellious gleam in her eyes that sent my pulse racing.
“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, young lady. I like it. But, there might be one thing wrong with your plan: I doubt it will even start.”
“So, let’s try it. Where are the keys?” She glanced around the shop, and I went over to the wall and opened up the key safe.
I walked around the car and opened the door and slowly slid into the driver’s seat. Lexa got in beside me and shut her door with more confidence that we were going somewhere than I had. I put the key in and turned it holding my breath.
After a bit of struggle that had my mood sinking, the engine roared to life, and Lexa cheered. I pushed the remote for the garage, and when I was certain I could clear the door, I squealed the tires as I headed out toward the open and ready side gate. Lexa smiled and rested her hand on mine atop the gear shift.
We didn’t even speak most of the drive, but there were no words needed between us. I pulled back into the garage a half hour later and killed the engine.
“That was fun. I’m glad it started for you.”
I shook my head and reached over and took her hand. “I’m glad it started for us.”
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p; She gave me a lingering look and then shifted in her seat to kiss me. Her soft lips were so tender against my rough ones, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss her without my beard.
“What other fantasies have you had about this car?” Her hand landed on my thigh, and she stroked it, inching closer to my cock which had been hard since the engine started.
“Oh, I had many. I used to have this poster of one with a gorgeous brunette spread out on the hood in nothing but a bikini.” I closed my eyes and whistled. “She was gorgeous, and boy, the things I did to her in my mind.”
“I bet I know what she’d have done to you.”
Her fingers found my zipper and tugged it down as her other hand worked my button until it sprang open. I held my breath as she reached for my cock and wrapped her slim fingers around it, pulling it free. I leaned back as she bent forward and took me into her warm mouth. I pulled back the hair spilling into my lap so I could see her big hazel eyes staring up at me.
She was working it so good, too, tight-lipping my rim and pumping my shaft. I moaned as I felt myself leak, coating her tongue. She nursed my head, licking and slurping greedily for more. I pulled her up, and she smiled. “I was just getting into it.”
“Yeah, well, I had to slow things down. There’s still more fantasy I want fulfilled, and I wouldn’t want to spoil it by finishing too soon.” Not many women had tested my stamina the way Lexa had at that moment, but she’d taken me by surprise.
She licked her lips and then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. “What else do you have in mind?”
“Hop out, and I’ll show you.” I got out of the car and walked to the front of the car where she met me and stopped. I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. As I kissed her, I worked down her jeans, and she kicked them off with her shoes until she was standing in nothing but her shirt and panties. I pulled her shirttail up, and she lifted her arms over her head, revealing a matching red lace bra and panties set that had my cock at full attention.
I drew her in close to keep her warm when she rubbed her arms, but she stepped away and climbed up on my father’s car. “Is this what your Shelby dream girl looked like?” She leaned back on her hands and brought her legs up, keeping them spread wide.
“You’re sexier than she was.” I wasn’t just saying it. Lexa had a body that was wasted on those scrubs she wore to work: petite, but still curvy in all the right places. My pulse raced, and all my dirty thoughts, all the things I’d dreamt of doing to the model, I wanted with Lexa.
She looked up at me with her big eyes and smiled. “So, are you going show me all the things you wanted to do with her?” Her rebellious gleam had returned, and my cock was twitching to oblige.
I leaned forward across the hood and parted her thighs to settle between them. “Yes, everything.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lexa
The hood of the Shelby warmed my bottom as I spread out like a buffet, anticipating Aiden’s mouth. He parted my thighs farther and then hitched me up at the knees and brought them over his shoulders. A soft moan broke from my lips as he kissed my mound and then flicked his tongue across my red lace panties.
“Be easy on those. I’ve seen the damage you can do.” He’d left the last pair he’d come into contact with in scraps, but these were my favorite.
“I’ll make no promises. Besides, I have plans for these — but first I’m more interested in going around them.” He tugged them aside and slid his fingers between my folds, collecting the nectar I’d spilled anticipating his touch. He met my eyes directly and slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking them until they were slick and ready to penetrate me.
I wondered what plans he had for my panties as he pulled them out of his way and tended my clit. His tongue worked over the swollen bud, flicking and kissing, and sometimes nibbling. Then two thick fingers slid deep into my channel rubbing delicious pressure against my walls. He pumped nice and steady, spreading his fingers to stretch me. “You are so tight; I think you had to get used to me last time.” His eyes met mine as if to question me.
I stroked his hair and slipped my free hand under my bra to tease my nipple. “I don’t mind a little pain. It lets me know I’m alive. Besides, I think you know I enjoyed it.” I bucked my hips upward to show him I wanted it a little deeper and couldn’t wait until his fingers were replaced with his thick erection.
He gave me a scolding look. “You took off so fast I didn’t have a chance to ask.” He curled his fingers and pressed hard on my g spot, making it ache with pleasure as he teased and licked. We were silent as he worked me through my first orgasm, but then I cried out his name across his father’s car. I couldn’t help but wonder what his father would think and smiled inside that Aiden had gotten to claim it as his own and I was part of the ritual.
“I guess I did leave abruptly the last time, but I wasn’t sure what you’d think of me.” I hadn’t cared what he thought, but I couldn’t tell him the real reason. “I’m not going anywhere at the moment.” He rose up and held out his hand.
“No, you’re not. I’m going to make sure of it.” I took his hand as his devilish grin sent a thrill through me and then I was on my feet. “You’re filthy from that hood. It’s a hot fantasy, and though I like my women dirty, I think you need a shower.”
“Only if you promise to join me.” I stepped over my jeans, and we left my clothes where they lay as he led me into the house and upstairs to his private bath. The room was tiled in black and his walk-in shower, which was big enough for four people, complete with a large bench, looked like it was made for a steamy shower scene.
He led me to the bench and told me to sit, and I did as I was told. I watched as he stripped down, and when I went to take off my bra, he shook his head. “No. Leave it on.” He gripped his broad shaft and stepped closer. “Stand up.”
I stood as the smile I was trying to desperately to hide played at the corners of my lips. “You’re in a bossy mood.” His finger landed across my lips, and I pulled them in tight to show I’d stay silent, but was betrayed when a giggle escaped.
There was a smile behind his beard as he reached and pushed a button to begin the shower spray, but it wasn’t coming from all of the heads, only one. He slipped his fingers in the straps of my panties and slipped them down to my ankles. I rested a hand on his shoulder to step out of them, and then he took my arms and brought them up over my head and wound my panties around my hands, tying me at the wrists.
My eyes widened, but I had no protest. It wasn’t the first time I’d been tied up for sex, and I’d always enjoyed a little kink — though I had to admit, Aiden took everything my college boyfriend had tried to a new level.
He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “You aren’t going to run this time.” His breath sent chills across my flesh that prickled as goosebumps rose. “Step over here.”
“I could still run; you haven’t tied my feet.” I giggled, but then my expression swapped to one of panic when he lifted me up and hung me by my wrists from the shower head.
“Just in case you get any ideas. Are you comfortable?” He tugged at the panties around my wrist, and since my legs were still on the floor, there was no harm coming to my skin.
“Yes. So what are you going to do with me now?” He pressed another button and the spray of the other heads, five in total, sprang to life, washing over us with a perfect temperature. He closed the distance and kissed me, his fingers threading through my hair and pulling me toward him with a hunger as his other hand cupped my breast under my bra. Then he kissed his way down, pausing to nibble at my hip. I cried out with pleasure and flinched, and then he continued, working his way down to my trimmed mound.
I wanted desperately to touch him, but the fact that I couldn’t made the longing ache so much better. The urge to cross my legs had me on wobbly knees, and as the panties around my wrists reminded me they were there, I kept myself from hanging too much weight on them.
He looked up as his tongue
flicked at my clit, sending delicious waves of pleasure through me. “I want inside you.” His fingers found their target, and he pumped them inside my tender opening.
“Please,” I moaned the word, stretching out the sound.
“Are you begging for it, Lexa?” His fingers curled, pressing again my clit.
“Yes, please.” The words fell faster from my lips. “Please, Aiden.” I didn’t mind playing along, and my breath hitched as he stood and pumped his cock in his fist.
“Are you good?” He waited for my nod and then stepped closer, aiming his broad tip at my entrance. In one quick stroke, he was inside me. I cried out as I settled my legs around him, and then he thrust slowly, gripping my ass to grind in deeper. Suddenly, he picked up the pace, thrusting and fucking me to a steady rhythm that had my release building fast.
My pleasure ripped through me, crashing on me in a frenzy as I bucked my hips and milked his throbbing shaft with my pulsing channel.
“Fuck.” He pulled me close, leaving himself sheathed inside me as he lifted me off the showerhead. My arms fell around his neck, and then he reached for a button on the wall. As the spray stopped, he carried me through the steam to his bedroom where the cooler air chilled my flesh.
The cool sheets dampened as he laid me down, settling above me as he claimed my lips. He worked his hips, still pumping inside me, his thick cock spreading me to my limits.
I pulled my arms from around his neck, and he sat up on his knees, leaving me for a second as he adjusted. “Don’t stop.”
His cock nudged at my channel until he slid every pleasing inch back where I longed it to be. “No chance.” He thrust harder; his hips slapped against my flesh in a steady beat that caused a waved of pleasure to lick my core. It beckoned another release, and I cried out, overwhelmed as his cock caressed the aching spot. My release poured as I came apart around him.
He undid my hands, which I hadn’t noticed until then had reddened. He pulled me forward against him and in one quick motion, unhooked my bra, and I slipped my arms free unsure of what he’d do with that item.