“He says that when you got into town, you guys hooked up. Apparently the two of you met at the bar and hit it off…and then fucked. He said he acted all weird, because he didn’t realize that we were dating. He didn’t want to make you out to be a slut. But I guess he changed his mind and told me how you really are,” he says pissed. Jesus, does he actually believe this bullshit?! Why the fuck would Marcus make up this outrageous falsehood? I don’t think that he realizes that Aiden and I met the first night I arrived here, and we went home together. I’m clearing up this shit once and for all.
“Then I must be the most talented slut ever then! I somehow managed to be at your place, sleeping alone in your guest room, while also fucking Marcus at his place! Damn, I’m really good,” I say sarcastically.
“That’s what I told him,” he says looking over at me. “Then I punched him in his fucking face, knocking his ass to the floor,” he says seriously. Jesus! That’s pretty badass, Aiden.
“The fucking dumbass picked himself up, shocked as hell, and tried to lunge at me. One of the other guys at the shop saw this and restrained him. I told him to leave you the fuck alone and that I’d kill him if he went near you again. He started swearing at me and calling you names. I fucking lost it, and I punched him again. Another guy came over and held me back before I beat him to a pulp,” he says massaging the back of his neck, reliving the ordeal.
I look at him, my jaw hanging open. Damn, Aiden really does care about me. I feel bad that he had to get in a fight over me, but at the same time, it makes me want to fuck him. This protective streak is a total turn on for me. Ugh, I’m such a woman! Why do we like it when guys fight for and/or over us?
“Um, wow Aiden. That sounds fucking crazy,” I say choking on my words. “Thank you. For standing up for me, I mean,” I say with adoration in my voice. I notice that he’s mellowed out a little bit, his mouth revealing a slight smile.
“Baby, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. From anyone or anything,” he says reaching over and placing my hand in his. “I finally saw the side of him that you saw. His eyes changed and even the way he spoke was different. It was filled with so much hate; nothing like the Marcus I’ve known these past few years. It was fucking unnerving how he hid that side of himself,” he says shaking his head. Well, finally he sees the real Marcus. Hallelujah!
“I’m just glad that you weren’t hurt. Although, I know that he doesn’t hold a candle to you Aiden,” I say to him. “You’re just so manly and strong. Kind of like a literate and less sweaty Rambo,” I say. He chuckles at my bad joke and brings my hand up to his lips, brushing them across my knuckles.
“Damn straight,” he says. I notice that the truck has come to a halt. We’re home already? Geez, I must have been in an Aiden induced stupor and didn’t even realize that we were close to our destination. He turns off the engine and rotates his torso to face me. I scoot closer to him on the seat, and he drapes his arms around my body, looking down at me.
“I don’t know if he’ll try anything again, but I just want you to know that I’ll take care of him. There’s something that going on with Marcus, and I’ll figure out what is it. It’s just a matter of time. I don’t get why he’s targeting you and spreading lies. It fucking infuriates the hell out of me. You’re mine Emma, and I won’t have anybody disrespecting you,” he says. I look deep into his eyes and rise up towards his mouth. I gently kiss his lips, feeling the softness and warmth radiating from the muscle. He moans into my mouth, his tongue prying my lips apart. I join my tongue with his and swirl it around. God, I love kissing him.
I levitate up, trying to get closer to him and put my legs on both sides of his, straddling his lap. I feel his arousal touching me through his jeans, and I rock my body into him. We both moan in unison, kissing each other uncontrollably. He grabs my waist, moving my body and syncing it with his. Ugh, I can’t take much more of this! I need to skin to skin contact right now. I reluctantly break away from his mouth, breathing heavily.
“Do you have protection?” I whisper hoarsely. Please say yes!
“Yeah, baby,” he says kissing me again. I quickly get off of his lap and shimmy out of my tights, leaving my dress still intact. I look over and see him unzip his pants. His engorged cock springs free, and my mouth practically waters from the sight of it. He reaches into his pant pocket and tears open a condom, sheathing himself in record time. He looks over, beckoning me with his eyes. I hop on top of him, brushing myself gently over his length. I lift my dress up, getting better access. He grabs my lower lip with his teeth, sucking and dragging it into his mouth. Okay, enough foreplay. I’m already fucking ready to go.
He reaches between us, feeling my clit, and I buck against him. Um, I’m pretty sure he can tell how swollen and wet I am for him. Before I can process another thought, he lifts me up, gently pushing himself inside of me. We both suck in sharp breaths, and I moan into his neck, lightly nipping him with my teeth.
“Fuck, you’re so ready for me, baby. I love it when you’re dripping wet,” he says huskily. “Ride me, Emma.” I obey his instruction and start moving faster on top of him. He clutches my hips, helping me keep a good rhythm. He pulls down one strap of my dress, exposing my right breast. The air feels cold, making my nipple harden. He moves his face down and latches on to it, lapping it between his lips and tongue. I push my breast farther into his mouth and whimper. He releases his hold on my waist, and I feel his hand graze my ass. He squeezes me abrasively and slaps my cheek, stinging my skin in the best way. I grab his face and kiss him hard on the mouth.
Our tongues blend together, and I speed up my pace, riding him relentlessly. I can feel my orgasm building and as I squirm, anticipating my release, he quickly shoves two fingers in my ass. I moan loudly into his mouth, his fingers pushing me closer to the limit. He moves them deeply in and out, and I thrust my ass against his hand. I bite his lip, coming violently on his cock and fingers. I ride out my orgasm, and he moves his hands to my hips again, moving my body over him. My body starts to lose energy, releasing any existing endorphins. He helps keep the pace, whimpering into my mouth. He stops kissing me and abruptly bites my neck, keeping his head on my shoulder.
“Emma, I’m coming. Tighten yourself around me, baby. Hard,” he pants near my ear. My languid body obeys, and I squeeze him harsher between my legs, making us simultaneously whimper. He grabs my ass while still pumping into me and yells out. He comes inside of me, and I continue clenching around him. I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his body closer to me while he rides out the wave of his release.
His body finally stills, and he lets out a long sigh. He presses his forehead against mine, and we look into each other’s eyes. Shit, this is one of those Kodak moments where you tell someone you love them. Before either of us have a chance to speak, I kiss him on the lips, sullying any chance of confessing feelings of affection
I pull away, and we both smile shyly at each other. I start to get off of him, sucking in a breath, hating the empty feeling of him not being inside of me. I pull down my dress, and he removes his condom, adjusting himself in his pants. We both sit there, fully sated and exhausted. I look over at him, and he reaches his arm out towards me. I scoot over to him, and he cloaks his arm around me. He kisses my head, and I burrow closer to him.
“You are fucking amazing,” he says to me and I smile, loving the compliment.
“Aiden, that was all you. I was just along for the ride,” I say. Ugh, bad pun, but I’m too fucking happy and languorous to give a shit. He chuckles. Wow, did he actually like my attempt at post-sex humor?
“Stop, Emma. I’m too fucking exhausted to laugh. You really wore me out tonight. Not that I’m complaining about what happened or anything,” he says laughing.
“Well, maybe if you weren’t so sexy, I wouldn’t have to jump your bones. It’s all your fault. Defending my honor gets me frisky. What can I say?” I say to him. He kisses my ear, and I move my head to the side to give him better access.
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��Ok, brat. Let’s go inside and get into bed. I know that we’re both tired. You from working and well, me from other bullshit,” he says yawning. I nod in agreement and start yawning too.
He opens the driver’s door and helps me out of the truck. My legs feel like gelatin, and I sway while trying to keep myself upright. He chuckles and effortlessly scoops me up into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, sighing into him. I love the warmth and contours of his body. A girl could get used to this handling. Fuck walking! I’d rather be carried around everywhere like a queen.
He reaches the house and slowly sets me down on my feet. I pout, hating the loss. I instantaneously forgive him when I see that he’s just trying to unlock the front door. He pushes it open, and we walk inside. He shuts and locks it, quickly picking me up again. I laugh at his insistence.
“I think I’m spoiling you, baby,” he says smirking.
“Yeah, yeah,” I say yawning.
We finally get to the bedroom, and he gently lays me down on the bed. I peek over at him and see him taking off his shirt and pants, keeping his boxers on. He finally removes his prosthesis, and I smile up at him. Damn, I love how comfortable he is about his body now. I like that he trusts me enough to do that. I close my eyes but reopen them when I feel my dress removed.
“Trying to take advantage of a lady when she’s half awake and in your bed… well, I never!” I say with mock outrage. He chuckles and continues to move my dress away from my skin. His hand makes a path over my flesh, and he bows his head down over my stomach. I feel his warm breath tickle me as he kisses his way up my body, moving the dress upward as he ascends. I arch my back, loving his searing grazes. He reaches my shoulders, and I sit up to help him finally remove the dress. He kisses each shoulder, and I lift up my arms. He flings my dress to the ground and in the blink of an eye his lips are on mine, branding me. He slowly pulls away from me after just one kiss.
“That’s enough for tonight. I know we could both go for round two, but I really want you to get some rest,” he says sweetly. Damn, I hate it when he’s right! I want more of him, but I’m so fucking tired. I groan, hating how logical that brain of his can be.
“You’re right. But you owe me, Aiden,” I say, jokingly narrowing my eyes at him. I flop down on my back, hitting the oh-so-comfortable mattress. Ah, this is the life!
“Oh, I’ll definitely make it up to you. Next time I’ll make it so you can’t even walk the next day, baby,” he says smirking down at me. Arrogant bastard!
He gets off of the bed and turns off the light. I feel him sink down in the bed alongside me. I roll on my side towards him, and he puts his arm underneath me, cradling my head in the crook of his arm. I swathe my arm around his mid-section, getting at close to him as I possibly can. He rests his hand under my chin, tilting my face up towards his. He kisses me tenderly, and I sigh with content.
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, baby. You bring out a side of me that I thought was long gone. I’m finally the man I want to be when I’m with you,” he says pausing. “You have no idea how fucking long I’ve waited for someone like you to bring me out of the darkness. Thank you…for saving me, Emma,” he says with emotion. I start tearing up because of his words. Shit, I hope he can’t see me in the dark. I feel warm, salty liquid run down my cheeks. He takes the pad of his thumb, gently wiping them away onto his skin. Damn you, female emotions!
“It’s okay, love. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he says softly. God, he’s so fucking softhearted; the best boyfriend I could possibly ever ask for. How did I get so fortunate?
“No, Aiden. They’re definitely good tears. I feel the same way,” I say truthfully.
“I make you a better man too?” he asks. I jokingly elbow his side, thankful that he lightened the mood. I was so close to spilling my guts to him and telling him how much I love him. Phew!
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I meant, smartass!” I say laughing. “What I meant was that you bring out the best in me…well, aside from the jealousy part. But in all fairness it is kind of your fault. You know, being irresistible and what not.”
“Oh yeah, that sounds like me,” he says rolling his eyes, not believing me one bit. Hey, there’s a reason why he was a successful musician.
“Well you are, even if you don’t believe it. You’re the total package Aiden and…I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m lucky that you feel strongly about me. One of the hardest things in a relationship is being on the same page as the other person. I think that we fit,” I say finally. God, I’m not good at this talking about my emotions thing. Ugh, that entire speech sounded so stupid! I inwardly cringe at my words.
“You’re so cute when you’re caught off guard, baby. You get flustered, but you’re also honest,” he says, trying to make me feel better.
“We can talk more seriously tomorrow. I just wanted you to know how I’m feeling, Emma. I needed you to know all that you’ve done for me in this short amount of time. I haven’t cared for a woman since my mom,” he says to me. I think about his ex-wife but don’t say a word. He had to have cared for her at least a little bit.
“If you want, I’d like to try and play some music with you tomorrow. I could mess around on the piano or something and you could sing,” he says changing the subject. I mentally shake myself away from my straying thoughts.
“Yeah, I’d really like that. I’ve wanted to hear you play for a while, actually,” I say excited. I finally get to hear him play! I have a feeling that he will be incredible.
“I think I’ve finally reached the point where I miss it so much, I don’t really give a fuck if I sound like shit. I’m tired of not doing things that I want to just because I’m afraid of failing,” he says.
I’m so happy that he’s realized that a life without music is no longer an option for him. Facing your fears is a really brave thing to do. Of course, this coming from the person who ran away from her life and still hasn’t told Aiden the entire truth. Real nice, Emma!
I don’t reply back to Aiden, because I’m still thinking about my own fears. He notices my silence, probably thinking that I’m just tired.
“Ok, baby. Let’s get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow,” he says, kissing my forehead. Why am I so afraid to just spill it all to him? Um, maybe because you know that he’ll just get really fucking angry and go to Arizona and raise hell. I know that just prolonging the inevitable will only make things worse. I feel like not being honest with him upfront, backed me into a corner that I can’t get myself out of.
“Goodnight, Aiden,” I say to him.
“Goodnight, Emma,” he says back to me. I know that there needs to be more said between us, but I’m afraid to make the first move. I know that sooner or later that I’ll be the one who caves, baring my heart to him.
Minutes pass as my eyes begin to feel heavy and start to flicker shut. A few tears spill out, trickling down my face. I smile slightly, feeling things I never thought I was capable of. I roll to my side and brush a kiss against Aiden’s shoulder. He doesn’t move an inch, and I realize that he’s already fast asleep. I wrap my arm around his stomach, shutting my eyes and accepting obscurity.
Chapter 14
I wake up, hearing my name being called over and over. I sit up abruptly, gasping for oxygen and covered in sweat.
“Emma, baby. Fuck! Are you ok?” I hear Aiden say to me frantically. I look over at his concerned face, trying to center my mind and reply to him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. What happened?” I ask confused.
“You were having a bad dream, and I was trying to wake you up. You were thrashing around and whimpering. It freaked me the fuck out!” he says, wiping hair away from my damp face. I try to clear my head and realize what the dream was about. Shit!
“Baby, what was it about? Do you remember?” he asks concerned, noticing my fear. I want to be honest with him, but I know for a fact that he will just freak out. Ugh, the perfect start to my day!
“It was about
Marcus,” I say shivering. I notice his body tense up, radiating animosity.
“What about him?” he asks clearly wanting a direct answer. I might as well go all out and tell him everything. I look down at the bed, tracing the comforter pattern with my finger. I’m too shaken up to look him in the eye.
“He…shit, he was stalking and um, chasing me. I just remember him looking fucking crazy and before you woke me up, he um, he tried to hit me,” I say, murmuring the last part. I don’t look up, afraid at what I’ll see. I feel Aiden’s fingers underneath my chin, forcing my face up to look at him. Damn! He looks so strained, probably trying to control his anger after my confession. I see him try to ease his reaction but failing miserably.
“Emma, I swear to you that I will never let anybody harm you. If Marcus or anybody else touched you, I would fucking make them suffer, and then I would kill them with my bare hands. Do you understand?” he says in a tight voice. I nod at him, believing every word. With the anger I sense in him, I’d be fucking obtuse not to believe him. He pulls me close to him, wrapping his arms around me. I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling protected and maybe even a little loved? Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part, but I hope he feels that way.
I pull slightly away from him, realizing that he’s probably getting all of my sweat on him. Yuck! I look up at him and see his intense stare. I want to stay here with him like this, but I’m in desperate need of a shower.
“Thank you for making me feel better. I should probably go shower though. I’m beyond gross right now,” I say to him. His body finally relaxes, and he gives me a small smile.
“Of course, baby. I’m coming in with you, though. I’m kind of drenched in ‘Emma’ sweat,” he says jokingly. That bastard!
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