“Yup, until then,” he says before the line goes dead.
I start the ATV and head back to the guest house. Now I need to clue in Bridget.
Chapter Seventeen
I step out of the glorious shower and sit in the middle of the bed wrapped in my towel. I pull out my iPad and connect to the wifi. I might as well check my emails until Aaron gets back. It was a really nice evening with his family tonight. I needed that.
I pull up my email program, and I see an email from Brent, and my heart starts beating. I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve gotten to talk with him!
Bridget,
Hey sis! I hope everything is going well for you. I miss you so much, too. I’m still under assignment, but I just got my orders today for my out date. That’s right -- I’m gonna come home! I can’t tell you the date yet, but it shouldn’t be much longer. I am glad to see that you moved out east. I’ll have to get your address, so I can come straight out there. That is, if you want me to. Haha. I can’t wait to see you, to hear all about your new place, and your life. I wish I could tell you about this assignment I’m on, but I can’t. I’m thankful for your letters, even though I can’t always reply to them. They keep a smile on my face. I also can’t wait to eat a hamburger. Some good, American made hamburgers. They just don’t taste the same over here.
And when I get back, I might steal your car for a few days if you don’t need it. I want to meet up with someone I’ve met who doesn’t live too far from you. I’ve been writing them for a while -- kinda like one of those pen pals you get when you’re a kid. It’s pretty cool. Anyway, I need to get going. I have to write two more letters before we head out in the morning. I hope you’re doing okay, sis. I hope by moving you finally got away from fuck head. That’s what Uncle Joe said in his letter anyway. When you meet someone who is it for you, you’ll then realize what a jackass he was. It will finally make sense why it never worked out with him. That’s what my pen pal says anyway. Ha! But like I said, I gotta get going Bridge. Miss you, but I’ll see you soon. This will probably be my last letter. I’ll call you as soon as I’m stateside. I love you, sis. Take care of yourself.
-- Your brother
I smile big knowing it won’t be long until I get my brother back. Gosh. What a roller coaster I’ve been on since we talked last. Shit, since I’ve talked to my Uncle Joe last even! That’s okay though, I know Uncle Joe is busy with my Aunt and their five kids. I do need to reach out though. I write my brother a quick note back, telling him I can’t wait to see him, and I give him my new number to call when he gets stateside. I hope this shit with Leroy is over by then. Ugh.
Just as I hit send on the email I hear the ATV outside cut off. I look up at the door when Aaron walks in and my breath is stolen from my lungs. His hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it over and over. His eyes are dark like he wants to consume me. His stance is firm, like he can stand there and look at me all day. I’ve waited my whole life to be looked at like he’s looking at me right now. Like I’m it. Like somehow, I hung the moon. Like I gave him all the riches there is to give.
“Hi,” I whisper.
He smirks and drags his eyes down my body. I can feel the heat that’s never too far away blaze to life. I can feel my body responding to his eyes.
“I can get used to walking in the room to you in nothing but a towel, baby girl.”
My cheeks flush red, and I shrug my shoulders up.
“I just got out of the shower, and my brother emailed me, so I emailed him back,” I ramble.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, darlin’. I’m just letting you know that I like it. But I do have some news, and I need to tell you before I rip that towel off of you, and make you completely mine.” His deep voice raps around me like the finest silk.
“Hmmm. . . what’s that?” I murmur.
Aaron walks to me, picks me up at the waist, and sets me on his lap at the edge of the bed. He tucks my hair behind my ear and his eyes roam my face.
“We may have some company at some point tomorrow, or possibly anytime really,” he states still searching my eyes.
“Like who? More family?” I ask, my stomach starting to knot, telling me something bad is brewing.
“No, baby girl,” he says softly. “I have friends, and they have been keeping in contact with me. They have their eyes watching for Leroy. He’s partnered up with Hudson’s ex. We believe Brandon, Hudson’s ex, told him where the ranch is. And we think he may be coming down here to fuck with your head some more. Don’t worry though, baby girl, I’m gonna protect you. I’m just telling you so you know not to run off without me or someone else. I want you next to me at all times. You hear?”
I nod my head. “When is this ever going to end?” I whisper.
“Soon, baby girl. Soon. I promise,” he tells me while stroking my hair. “But until then, let me help you forget,” he says right next to my ear.
I shiver from his words, grateful for him and his distraction. I won’t let Leroy take anything else away from me. I will stand strong and fight him.
Aaron runs his nose along my jaw line, down my throat.
“You smell like me,” he says.
“I used your soap in the shower,” I admit to him.
“And why is that, baby girl?” he asks.
I don’t say anything at first. I just soak up the sensations.
He pinches my nipple and ticks behind his teeth.
“Now, baby girl, I thought we learned this lesson before? I will make you tell me.”
My insides turn into lava, and I swallow hard knowing that he will come through on his promises.
“I just wanted to be surrounded by you. So even if you weren’t here, I could still smell you,” I whisper.
His mouth crashes against mine with a kiss that’s bruising, filled with passion so deep that I can feel it in my toes. I sigh and he takes advantage and thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. When his tongue meets mine, I thrust my hips against his, wanting -- no -- needing to be closer. I need to be connected to this man. His soul understands mine. His embrace is my home. I’m never going to be able to be with another man again, my soul chose his. He is it. My brother’s words come flooding into my brain at that exact thought: “when you meet the one who is it for you, it’ll finally make sense why it didn’t work out with anyone else.”
He’s right. He’s so right. Aaron is it for me. And this is me about to embrace it.
His hands leave my thighs and come around to the front and grip my towel. He breaks the kiss and puts his forehead against mine. His breathing is just as rough as mine and it’s empowering to know that he is affected just as much as I am.
“You sure about this? Because once this towel is off, and you are bared to me, you’re going to be mine. And when I make you mine, you will only be mine. Do you understand what I am saying?” his rough voice asks.
I put one hand in his hair and pull his head back as I rise up on my knees. I put my other hand over the one of his that’s holding my towel.
“It doesn’t matter if we go any further than this right now or not. I’m already yours Aaron, and only yours. As far as I can see into the future.”
I grip his hand and start to pull it away with the towel.
Once the towel is across his lap, no longer wrapped around me, I let his hand go and he flips us over, so that I am lying flat on the bed under him.
His eyes roam my body and he groans.
“You are so fucking beautiful. I could never tire of seeing you laid out under me, bare for my eyes to roam.” He leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth, while his other hand pinches my other nipple.
My back bows off the bed, and a moan slips past my lips.
“Please.”
“Tell me,” he smugly replies.
I’m breathing hard, looking into those breathtaking brown eyes. Eyes that capture the soul inside of you. Eyes that are troubled, yet fierce.
“I ne
ed you. All of you. Please,” I beg with no shame.
I reach down and grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up and over his head. I drag my eyes up his rippled chest. I’m pretty sure it’s a sin to look like that. My hands go right to his abs. I nudge him up and flip us back around. He is lying flat looking up at me. He has this perfect smug smile on his face and I can’t help the one that tugs at my lips as well.
“Like what you see, baby girl?” he asks while tucking his arms behind his head.
“Mmhmm. . .” I trail off. My eyes roam the new muscles that produced. He has musical notes on the left side of his chest. A full sleeve of tattoos covers his arm with gods and goddesses, intertwined with roses and the Coliseum in Rome. My eyes trail over each detail of the rose petals, from the face of Poseidon to the faces of Janus on his shoulder. I have to smile to myself with the fact he has one of my favorite myths tattooed to his body.
I run my hands down his chest to his pants and flick his button open. He lifts his hips to help me as I pull his pants off. He is commando underneath his jeans and his huge cock is on display. I lift my brow at him.
“What?” he asks.
“Do you always go without your undies?” I tease.
“Not usually, but it was wishful thinking on my behalf,” he winks at me and I snort.
He has the smuggest look on his face, and it’s time for me to wipe it right off. I’ve never been so brazen before, but with him, it feels natural.
I drop to my knees and in one swift motion I have his cock in my mouth, as much as I can take of it, and I suck. Hard.
“Fuckkkkk,” he hisses between his teeth.
I ease up and stroke him with one hand while I drag my tongue across the head, licking up the drop of pre-cum. His hand goes to my hair, but he doesn’t guide me, just grips my hair as I take him a little over half way in my mouth. His cock is a lot bigger than I thought it was; I can’t fit him all in. I keep fucking him with my mouth until his grip gets a little firmer and he drags me away from him. I release his cock with a pop and look up at him. His eyes are hooded, and he’s looking at me with hunger so pure, it’s like the man has been starved on a secluded island for months.
“Come here,” he commands. My inner goddess is practically purring, yes sir.
I crawl up his lap, and his hands grip my hips. Just as I think I’m supposed to stop, his huge arms lift me up and I’m sitting on his face. Before I can ask him what he’s doing, I feel his wet, hot, glorious tongue enter me.
“Ohhhhh,” I sigh as I grip his hair and grind my hips into his face.
I feel the pressure building and it’s almost blinding. His tongue isn’t giving up, and my hips buck at his relentless rhythm. His thumb is on my clit, rubbing it in small circles. I throw my head back and moan. He reaches his other hand up and grabs my nipple and tugs it hard. Lights explode behind my eyelids and I cry out.
“Oh my god,” I cry as I keep rubbing myself on his face. He laps up every last drop of me before picking me up and rolling us once again.
He leans down and his mouth crashes against mine. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth again, and when I taste myself on his lips, I push my hips into his while letting off a needy moan.
He breaks the kiss and reaches down with his hand and lets his fingers slide through my wet folds.
“You sure you want me, baby girl? All of me?” he asks.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. I have always wanted all of you,” I tell him before my lips met his. He kisses me slowly, with so much emotion I feel tears spring to my eyes. This tongue is demanding, yet soothing.
He nudges my legs wider with his knee and I gladly spread them for him. I feel the head of his cock right at my entrance, and I hold my breath as he starts to stretch me.
“Relax, baby girl,” he whispers.
His mouth trails kisses from my neck, to my shoulder, to my collarbone, to the valley of my breasts, to my nipple. His teeth clamp down on my nipple at the same time his cock slides into me. I cry out with the mix of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, baby girl. You’re so goddamn tight,” he rasps.
I dig my nails into his lower back as he thrusts in and out of me. I can’t form a single thought other than this man is mine. He lifts one of my legs and his hand grips my thighs as he continues pumping his hips. I meet him thrust for thrust, and I can’t let go. I feel the sheen of sweat coating our bodies as they move together, making the most memorable pleasure together.
“Harder. Please,” I cry out.
“Yes, ma’am.” He pulls out and pushes the leg he has a hold of across my body and flips me over. He grabs my hips and pulls me up so that I’m on my knees in front of him. I feel his cock at my entrance yet again, and I push back to welcome him home. His arm comes around the front of my hips as he slams me down onto his cock. I throw my head back as he continues his punishing rhythm and pounds into me. His other arm comes around and clamps my neck, his fingers forcing my face to the side so his mouth can capture mine in a kiss that could rival the punishing rhythm his hips are providing. I feel my orgasm building as I meet him thrust for thrust.
“Is this what you want, baby girl?” he asks as his teeth grazes my shoulder.
I can’t form any words to answer his question, so I keep moving my body with his.
“That’s right, baby girl. You don’t need to speak with your mouth, let your body tell me how you like it,” he says into my ear as he raises us up onto our knees.
His hand around my waist moves up and he palms my breast. His thumb and finger roll my nipple in between them, and I feel my lower have spasm.
“That’s right, baby. You’re so close I can feel it. I want to feel that sweet pussy of yours come all over my cock.”
His hand leaves my nipple and he puts his first two fingers into my mouth. I clamp my mouth down and suck hard on them. He removes them from my mouth and trails his fingers down my stomach to my slick folds. He twirls his fingers around, and comes up to my clit. As his cock is slamming into me, his fingers are rubbing my clit.
His grip around my throat tightens; his thumb angles my head to the side as his lips come back to my ear.
“Come for me, baby girl. Let me feel you let go around me,” he commands right before he sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
I reach my hand back and grip his neck as my body rips apart. Pleasure so blinding, that my eyes roll back in my head. I scream out his name and rock my hips back and forth. He thrusts into me three more times and his head falls back with a moan that has my aftershocks rolling on. He holds me tight and continues pumping his hips to continue the pleasure. He wraps his arms around me and he falls onto his back keeping me on top of him.
We lay just like that for what feels like hours. I eventually roll onto my stomach, with my head on his shoulder, and my leg wrapped around his waist.
“I hope you like after sex cuddles. Because I expect them,” I say in a teasing manner to see if he is still in it with me.
“I will cuddle you anytime you want, baby girl. After sex, before sex, when there isn’t any sex,” He ends on a mock pout.
I giggle and kiss his chest -- my chest feels like it’s going to burst with emotion.
I trail my fingers over the artwork tattooed to his body.
“Why music notes?”
He kisses my forehead before he says, “My grandfather. He loved music; as a little boy I remember watching him dance with my Grams in the kitchen to an old record player. A lot of the times it was jazz. He loved the blues. I asked him one time, ‘why do you listen to music that has no words?’” He lets off a little laugh. “He sat me down next to him and said, ‘son, music ain’t always about the words. It’s about the emotion that captures the heart, and speaks to your soul. Music is healing. When you feel like you have nothing left in you other than pain, music can take you away and make you forget the pain. Behind every song, there is a story. The beautiful part is the story it tells you could be completely different than the story it tells someone else. Music
, son, is whatever you make it.’ I thought he was crazy. I was just a kid. But he’s right. Music is what can soothe the turmoil in your heart when you have nowhere else to turn. So I guess I have the music notes as a tribute to the old man. But also to remind me, my story isn’t anyone else’s,” he says with a shrug. “I guess it makes more sense in my brain,” he laughs.
“No, it makes perfect sense. Like you can find the feelings you can’t describe in person in song. I get it. Makes perfect sense to me,” I smile up at him.
“I knew it would,” he winks.
“What about these?” I ask while trailing my finger up and down his arm. “Why gods and goddesses?”
“It’s all about perspective. On this side,” he motions to the outside of his arm, “Janus is the god of beginning and ending. He sees the future and the past. Symbolizes doors opening and closing. Poseidon is the god of sea, title waves, and earthquakes. He is a force to be reckoned with. Medusa is a freak of nature. She is an ugly creature that no one wants to see, let alone gaze into her eyes. She can turn you to stone. Perseus is the greatest Greek hero. He slayed everything that came in front of him.”
I trail my fingers across the tattoo as he speaks.
“The Roman Coliseum: that brought prosperity to the area. It lifted spirits and gave people a reason. However,” he says as he turns his arm out so I can see the underside, “that was just what they wanted you to see. The Coliseum had nothing but blood, death, and destruction in it. People went there to die, basically. Medusa wasn’t always the ugly creature she is. Legend says that she had a beauty so pure, that many suitors followed her. Stories say she was raped by Poseidon in Athena’s temple, who at that time was Poseidon’s woman. So, Athena cursed her and turned her hair into serpents. She then turned her face into something so awful that anyone who dared to look at her would be turned into stone.
“Because of this, Perseus beheaded her because he believed she deserved what she got by being intimate with Athena’s man, basically. Even though she was raped, in their eyes, she deserved it. My arm tells one story, but with two different perspectives,” Aaron finished while shrugging.
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