“I’ll do anything you want me to,” I say softly. “But what about your hand?” I ask concerned. I go to grab it, but he dodges my reach. “It’s fine,” he says tightly. I hope he’s telling the truth, and it’s not broken. Knowing that he could be in pain does not sit well with me. I frown at his sharp and defensive response.
He sees my expression and grabs me, pushing me back down onto the bed. Um, I guess he’s okay if he’s so anxious to have me again. I see him go over to his duffel back and pull out a red bandana. He comes over to me and puts it over my eyes, binding it behind my head. I hear him shed his clothes and put on another condom. God, I’m already soaking wet again. I should probably tell him so he doesn’t have to waste time with foreplay. God, who would’ve thought that I didn’t need foreplay? That’s a first.
“My pussy’s already wet, so you can just fuck me,” I say, hearing him groan. He doesn’t respond with words; he just grabs my feet and spreads my legs wide, so that my feet are flat on the bed. I feel him gather my hands together and pin them above my head. He enters me in one hard lunge, and we both moan loudly, loving the friction of our joined bodies. The muscles inside of me are sore from earlier, but the pressure of him just feels so good that I forget the pain. Damn, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk later! I’ll need a wheelchair or a motorized rascal just to get around.
He starts pumping into me harder and yells, “Baby, I’m coming. I’m sorry, Emma!” What’s he sorry for? Aiden saying that triggers my own orgasm, and I start to convulse around him. He keeps coming with me, leaning down towards my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth. Damn, it’s like he’s fucking me with his cock and his tongue! We both moan, shivering as the last part of our release moves through us.
He kisses my lips once more, and then rains kisses all over my face and neck. I start to giggle, because his lips tickle my skin. I hear him breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. “Oh, you think what we did was funny, huh?” he laughs.
“When you say funny, do you mean unbelievable? Earth-shattering? The best fucking sex of my life!? Then yes. It was fucking hilarious, Aiden,” I say panting. Well, I had to tell him the truth sooner or later. C’mon Aiden, say the same thing to me! Pretty please.
“Oh, baby. What did I tell you earlier about stealing my lines? You just don’t listen,” he says playfully. Fuck yeah! Before I can reply, he says, “Ok. Once again I’m getting dressed. Hopefully we can control ourselves and keep our clothes on, because I really want to get to know more about you today before work. Deal?”
“I would like nothing better…well, except for one thing,” I say, jokingly searching for him. Damn, this blindfold!
“Whoa, there,” he says slipping away from me. “I’m pretty sure he’s out of commission right now, baby; maybe later, but only if you’re good though.”
“Ugh! Aiden, you said so yourself; I’m never good! What a tease!” I say playfully, sticking out my bottom lip, pouting.
I hear him putting on clothes. “Hey brat. We’re going to get coffee, and then were getting to know each other. End of discussion.” I can picture him trying to act serious, but failing miserably. I bet he has a fucking smirk on his face and is trying to hold in the laughter.
“Fine. Just hurry up, because I need to get ready too. This,” I say motioning to my face, “does not put on itself, ya know?” I say matter of fact.
“Baby, you could wear a trash bag and look good,” he says chuckling.
“Yeah, yeah. That being true, if I’m going to be your arm candy, I need to step up my game. Don’t want people saying, “Who’s that bag lady next to that sexy guy?” I already know Aiden’s out of my league in the looks department. I’m not a troll by any means, but I’m not the beauty that has guys falling over her either.
“You can take off the bandana, and open your eyes now.” I immediately obey and look up at him. He’s wearing another all black ensemble. Jesus, black really is his color.
“Listen to me. If you think taking you twice in a row is my normal routine, it’s not. It’s because I’ve never wanted somebody the way I want you. I look at you and instantly get hard. You’re so beautiful, Emma. Fuck, if I had an image of the perfect woman for me, it would be you,” he says seriously. He’s waiting for my reaction, and I have to think of a good response. Shit, I think I actually believe him. I don’t know why, but I do. Maybe it’s because he said it with so much conviction. What to say, what to say….
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, Aiden. But I think we have a problem here,” I say with a serious tone. He looks worried. “What is it?” he asks hesitantly.
“Now you’re the one stealing my lines,” I say with a smile. He chuckles. “You had me worried for a second. Well, I’m glad were on the same page then. I guess that explains why the sex is so explosive,” he says. I have a feeling that the sex will just get even better. Once I get to see all of him of course.
“Ok, bossy pants. I’m going to the bathroom to get ready, and then we can head out soon,” I say, sauntering over to the bathroom. Before I reach the door, I slap his ass hard. “That’s for ordering me around,” I say and shut the door before he can retaliate. I hear him chuckle through the door. “What did I get myself into?” he says under his breath. Oh, how right you are, Aiden.
Chapter 7
I put on a new outfit that I bought earlier at the thrift store in town. Though, I guess it’s not really new if it’s used. Oh well. My outfit consists of a short black, lacey dress and I pair it with a red cardigan, and my only pair of black motorcycle boots. I muss up my short hair a little, swish on some mascara and lightly dab on some pink lip-gloss. I look in the mirror. You’ll do, I guess. I hope Aiden approves. I reach for the doorknob, but pause at the entryway.
What the fuck was that about? Since when do you care what a guy thinks about your clothes? You’re too used to Jeremiah liking everything about you and not giving a fuck what you wear. God, when did I turn into such a girl? Oh, that’s right; the second you locked eyes with Aiden. Ok, enough of this over-analyzing bullshit. Just go out into the living room and play it cool.
I find Aiden going through his records, as I lean against the doorframe admiring him. He’s so masculine, and seeing him put on a record so gently is amusing. The record starts playing, and I recognize the band coming through the speakers; one of the more popular indie bands that had a hit single last year, I think. The vocalist sings something about giving him a chance. Did Aiden play this symbolically, or was it just a coincidence? Hmm…I wonder.
He turns around and sees me staring at him. Shit, busted! He smirks back at me.
“This is a new album right?” I ask.
“Yeah, with these being so popular again lately, I just buy new albums in record form. The quality is just so much more full and rich, you know?” I laugh at him.
“Why, Aiden. If I’m not mistaken, it sounds like you’re a closet hipster,” I say jokingly. I love picking on him.
“Ha, I guess I am. Music is kind of a big part of my life.” He clears his throat and looks uncomfortable. “It’s actually what I do for a living.” He listens to records for a living? Huh? He sees my confusion. “I’m a record producer, of sorts. I haven’t done it for a while because of, um, my father’s death. I had to take some time off, but I’m starting it up again.” Wow, a music producer. That’s not what I expected him to say.
“Like a real record producer? Shit! I’ve never met one before. How long have you done that for?” I ask curiously.
“Since I was twenty, I guess.” He shrugs, acting like it’s no big deal. Twenty, he said? I don’t know much about the music industry, but that seems like a really young age to start. It sounds like a career that you have to work your way up the ladder to.
“That’s awesome, Aiden; very impressive. Have you produced any bands that I might have heard of?” Now I’m really curious about his job.
“Probably not; they’re mostly indie and alternative rock bands.” He s
ays this like I don’t follow that kind of music. Uh, hello that’s my favorite kind! I played you an alt-mix in the shower that you had a mental breakdown over. Remember that?!
Instead of reminding him of the incident I say, “I sung in a few bands in high-school and college actually. Just for fun of course. I really loved it; being up on stage, everyone watching you. Scary, but intoxicating.” He nods at me like he knows exactly what I’m talking about. Has he played on stage too?
Before I can ask he says, “I forgot to tell you. You have a really pretty voice, from what I could hear in the shower.” He grins. Ok, now were back to teasing. Thank God!
“Yeah, my shower performances are my best! Do you play anything besides the piano?” I ask, prying for more information.
“Guitar, drums, but mostly vocals. Piano’s my favorite, though. Well, was my favorite,” he says gruffly. That’s right. He said he doesn’t play anymore. I wonder why.
“Well, if you ever decide to play anything, I’d love to hear it. We could have a jam session or something! We already know how good our sex is. Just think how fucking amazing our music would be!” I say laughing. He’s finally relaxed again and laughs with me.
“Are you ready to get going? I thought we could go to a coffee shop and hang out around town before you go to work. We can’t stay here, because you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” he says arching an eyebrow. God, he knows me so well already. He enfolds my hand in his, and we start heading out the door.
“Ok. There was this coffee shop I went to yesterday that I liked. I got this amazing drink that I will make you try. You’ll be in a caffeine coma!” I yell with enthusiasm.
“Ok, calm down. Fuck, I don’t even want to know how hyper you’ll be after you’ve had your coffee. I’m old and might not be able to keep up with you,” he says laughing, his dimples making a welcome appearance. I just feel so happy right now being with him.
“Ok, c’mon old timer. Let me help you onto your bike,” I say as we reach it. I grab onto his arm, pretending to keep him steady. He goes to straddle it as I say, “Careful now. Don’t want you to break a hip.”
“Oh, shut up, and get on the bike smart ass,” he says smirking. We both put on our helmets, and I yell, “Rev it Grandpa!” And he does.
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We arrive at the coffee shop and go inside to order our drinks. I make him get the Monkey Madness Mocha, and he gives me a look. “What?” I say innocently. “It’s just a chocolate coffee drink with banana flavoring in it. Very simple.”
“I feel like I might get a cavity or diabetes afterward consuming this. I usually just drink my coffee black,” he says. Well Aiden, today were doing things my way.
“You’ll like it, trust me,” I say with confidence.
While were waiting for our drinks, Aiden is constantly holding on to my hand. His palms feel so warm, even through his gloves. God, this is so normal. I wonder if people think were a couple? I hope so, because I think that’s what our status is now.
The drinks arrive, and we head outside to sit down at a table. The weather is beautiful here in the spring, and I want to enjoy it as much as possible before winter hits.
Ok, so I guess we’re here to get to know each other. Shit, I’m nervous like a kid on the first day of school! I wipe my moist palms on my dress, cracking my knuckles in the process.
“Ok, Emma. Are you ready for the questions?” he asks sweetly. Nope. Not one bit actually.
“Yep, I’m ready,” I say instead, nodding my head.
“You have to be as honest as possible. If there’s something you don’t want to discuss, just say so,” he says. Easier said than done, Aiden. I still consider it lying, even if it’s by omission.
“Ok, ask away,” I say swallowing.
“Why did you move here?” he asks. Shit, that’s a big question that has many answers. Oh fuck! Think, think. Be as honest as you can.
“Hmm, that’s a long answer, but I’ll try to sum it up for you,” I say uneasily. “I moved out of state in general, because someone I knew passed away. I kind of mentioned it briefly earlier. I had a hard grieving period and during that time, got into some trouble. Um, with the law,” I say peaking up at him through my eyelashes. His face is expressionless, and I can’t read his reaction. I look away, deciding to continue.
“There were issues due to the incident, and I wasn’t really welcome in town anymore. I’m sure you probably haven’t noticed yet, but I don’t have a phone. I kept getting nasty fucking calls from random people,” I say pausing. He’s watching me intently. God, what are you thinking?!
“But the reason I moved to Astoria in particular is because The Goonies was filmed here. It’s kind of my favorite movie,” I say embarrassed. God, I must sound like a jackass! I play with my hair nervously, waiting for him to reply.
“Fuck, Emma. Every time I think I know you, you surprise me. I thought you were just on some holiday or something and wanted to check out the beach. I’ve never met anyone quite like you,” he says shaking his head. Was that a compliment? Or does he think I’m just bat-shit crazy? He quickly asks another question.
“Do you have any family?” Now that’s a question I have no issue answering.
“Just a mom and step-dad actually. Never had the honor of meeting my sperm donor, because he ran off before I was born. My grandparents died years ago, and my mom never had any other kids.” There that wasn’t so bad.
“What about boyfriends?” Shit, this inquisition sucks. I know he can tell I’m uncomfortable, so I try to be honest the best I can.
“Just one,” I say. Kind of. He looks confused now. Oh, he meant how many guys have I been with? God, you’re such a slut Emma.
“Um, only one official boyfriend; friends with benefits was more my style,” I say laughing lightly. This is so not funny, though. He looks upset for some reason. Oh, yeah. He hates hearing me talk about other men. Well, why did you ask then, Aiden? Oh, please put me out of my misery, and just shoot me now! He just nods and moves onto another question.
“What do your tattoos mean?” he asks. Shit, I’m sure he put two and two together and thinks it has to do with a boyfriend. He’s half right.
“The wings on my shoulders…um, they represent freedom. The black dahlia flower on my back means death, or darkness, I guess. And then I have the script that says, If I could walk with you, I would. If I could touch you, I would. If I could be where you are right now, I would. That one is my favorite, I think. I wrote it myself, so it’s the most personal one, I guess,” I say embarrassed. They’re all about one person actually, but I’m not admitting that yet.
He smiles at me, but I also see an underlying sadness. Like he knows there’s something more to what I’m telling him. God, I want to open myself to you and spill everything, but I can’t. I just can’t. I don’t want to lose you yet. Not when I’ve just found you.
“Ok, one more question before we leave here. What do you want to do, Emma? With your life, I mean?” he asks seriously. Ugh, what a question. I used to know, but now I’m not sure. I’m the shell of the person I was, and I’m not sure if I can be that again. I had so much determination and now, well, I’m barely making it day to day.
“Well, I went to college and got a bachelor’s in Criminal Justice, so maybe something with that?” I say unconvincingly.
“What do you really want to do?” he persists.
“When I find out, I’ll let you know, ok?” I say with exasperation. What I want is to come home to you every night. I don’t care what my job is. I just want you in it, I want to yell. I don’t understand how I can feel this way so soon. This is so not like me. I’m a fucking emotional basket-case lately. I barely know anything about him, but at times I feel like I can see every concealed layer.
“Thank you for talking to me, Emma. I know it’s hard to open up about things. I want to share my life with you too, but I don’t want to scare you off. I feel like you won’t like what you see.”
Wow, my th
oughts pretty much mirror his. That’s a start, I guess. I doubt his secrets can be any worse than mine. He reaches over the table and touches my lips with his hand.
“You’re so precious to me. Can you see that? I’ve never felt so happy and alive before. Shit, if I had met you years ago, my life might have turned out differently,” he says sadly. Oh, God Aiden. What the hell’s happened in your past?
He leans over the table more and moves his hand away, replacing it with his lips. This kiss is so different from the others. No lust, just pure emotion. Like he’s trying to heal himself and alter history. I move my lips over his, trying to do the same. Can this work? Can we really heal each other? I’d really like to give it a try with this man.
I put my hand up to his face and feel the warmth underneath my palm. He stops kissing me and looks into my eyes. He sits back abruptly, startled. What did he see in my eyes? Damn, I don’t even know what expression I might have conveyed to him. I hope he didn’t see love. Please, not that. Is that even what I feel? Or what I want to feel? Ugh, I’m so confused.
Oh, shut up. You know what the problem is. You know how you feel. You just don’t want to feel it.
I sit back in my chair and smile at him, trying to lighten the mood the best I can. I clear my throat and say, “Ok, I’m ready to go if you are.” I look over at him, and he nods.
We go over to the trash can and as we throw away our drinks, I notice his cup is empty. I smile broadly, proud of myself.
“Hmm…that’s very strange,” I say feigning confusion.
He looks over at me. “What is?”
“It’s just strange that your cup is empty. Some sneaky bastard must have come over here and finished your entire coffee. You know, because your cup is completely empty,” I say grinning.
“Ok, fine. It was delicious. Probably the best coffee I’ve ever had. Happy?!” he says laughing.
“Did you doubt me? Didn’t I tell you? I’m always right, and don’t you forget it!” I say.
“Ok, brat. Let’s go to my favorite record store and buy you an album. You can pick it out, and I may or may not judge your choice. Just warning you ahead of time,” he says grinning.
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