Hearts On Fire (Heart's Revenge Book 2)

by Jaimes, Cole

  Standing there in his board shorts, grains of sand dried to his abs, his shoulders, and down the backs of his arms from his morning surf, he truly is the epitome of a blond-haired surfer god. “I just thought maybe I could join you for half an hour before we get out there and take over the world, beautiful. What do you say?”

  “I say half an hour isn’t enough time.”

  My pancakes are forgotten as Aidan launches himself onto the bed, spraying me with seawater from his damp hair. He takes the fork from my hand and moves the plate onto the bedside table, and then he’s raining kisses down on me, all over my face, my shoulders, my neck. I squeal, trying to wriggle free from his grasp, but he’s stacked on even more muscle since we got here, and I don’t have a hope in hell of escaping his embrace. Not that I truly want to.

  His kisses swiftly turn from playful to very, very serious. Soon I’m gasping for breath as he nips at the sensitive skin on my collarbone and traces his tongue down the column of my neck. His hands are everywhere, pulling on my hair, palming my breasts. He sits up, straddling me, and slowly curls his hand around my throat. Just enough to make my head spin a little. He knows I love breath-play, and I know he loves to be in control. It used to be so hard for me to hand over the reins to someone else in bed. I point-blank refused to do it, in fact. I used sex as a weapon in order to get what I wanted, but not anymore. Sex is a special, intimate act between me and the man I love, and we’re both in charge, depending on our mood. Today, Aidan is definitely feeling dominant. I can see that sharp, dangerous look in his eye, and it sends a jagged thrill through my body. I’m shivering like crazy as he takes hold of my hand and places it over his erection, which is staining against his board shorts.

  “Are you ready to be a compliant?” he asks. “We’re not going to play if you’re going to be disobedient.”

  It’s hard for me to say anything with his hand cutting off most of my oxygen, but I do manage a small nod. I’m squirming on the bed, so turned on already, and he hasn’t even stripped me out of my lingerie yet. He lets go of me so he can do just that. I’m panting as he slides the soft silk from my body, and I’m so desperate to kiss him, lick him, suck him, make him come for me, but instead I remain as calm as I can while he drags my panties down my legs and throws them over his shoulder.

  “You know how wet you are, don’t you?” he growls.

  I nod. He does the craziest things to my body. I was ready for him when he came into the bedroom looking like that fifteen minutes ago. I’ll be ready to start begging for him to touch me soon. Aidan stares down at me, his mouth slightly open as he takes in the view. “Open your legs wide for me, Essie. I want to see your pussy properly. I want to see everything.”

  He loves thoroughly studying and investigating every square inch of my body. I’ve never been particularly self-conscious, not really, but I always find myself blushing when he goes exploring. I’ve never cared before what someone’s thought of me, but I care deeply about Aidan’s opinion. Thankfully, he always seems wildly turned on by what he sees. “You’re so pink,” he says, lying down on his belly. He props himself up on his elbows, his shoulder blades jutting out as he carefully, slowly trails his tongue up and over my clitoris.

  One touch is all it takes and I’m fisting the bed sheets, holding my breath. He’s so good at making me come like this. He’s well aware of how crazy he makes me when he does this, and it looks like he fully intends on taking full advantage of that fact. I’m supposed to be subservient, to do as I’m told and be a good girl when Aidan is in these moods, but it’s fucking hard not to grind up into his face as he flicks his tongue over me. Inside me.

  When he slowly slides a finger inside me, my eyes roll back in my head, and I’m lost.

  “Oh god. Shit, Aidan, please.”

  “Please what?” he stops what he’s doing and looks up at me. There’s nothing on the entire surface of this planet sexier than the look on his face as he bites his bottom lip. It’s enough to send me into overdrive. It’s a miracle that I’m not shoving him back so I can turn him over, pin him to the bed, and slide myself down onto him.

  “Please…lose the shorts,” I gasp.

  He pulls a face, apparently considering this. “Are you going to take my cock all the way down your throat if I take off my shorts, Essie?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you going to make me hard with your mouth?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you going to spit when I tell you to spit?”

  “Yes.”

  Aidan smiles, apparently pleased with my behavior. “And are you going to be really good, Essie? Are you going to swallow when I tell you to swallow?”

  My chest is heaving, my breasts rising up and down, my nipples hard with anticipation as I picture doing each and every single one of those acts in my mind. “Yes. I’ll swallow.”

  “Good girl.” Aidan steps back off the bed so he can slide his shorts down over his hips. He’s not wearing any underwear underneath—he never does when he surfs—so his cock springs free, already hard and already wet at the tip. He steps around the bed so he’s standing beside my head.

  “Show me how you play with your cunt, Essie. Show me how you fuck yourself with your fingers while you suck my cock clean.” He’s always so respectful, always such a gentleman with me in the outside world. When he says things like this to me, it’s like lighter fluid, making the fire inside me burn even brighter. I slip a finger inside my pussy, doing his bidding. He makes a rough, groaning sound as he thrusts his hips forwards, taking hold of the back of my head so he can push himself deep inside my mouth. He tastes sweet and clean and like the ocean all at once, and my blood roars in my ears. It’s such a turn on when I feel him growing harder and harder in my mouth. He’s like rough-hewn granite by the time he takes his cock out of my mouth and starts to pump it slowly in his hand.

  “You’re so fucking bad,” he tells me. “Make yourself come for me, Essie. I want to watch.” He assumes his earlier position in between my legs, his face five inches away from me as I tease and excite myself. He doesn’t look away for one second. Masturbating is fun, but it’s never as electrifying as it is when Aidan’s watching me intently, urging me on.

  I come so hard. He rips my hand out of the way when the waves of pleasure begin to over take me, and then he’s thrusting himself into me so hard that I can’t help but scream. I feel so full and overwhelmed in the best possible way.

  “That’s it, beautiful,” he grinds out. “Come all over my dick. Soak me.”

  My back bows off the mattress so far it feels like my spine is going to snap. Aidan doesn’t stop fucking me once my orgasm is over. He slows right down, though, waiting for my body to stop freaking out. It’s not long before I can feel the pressure building inside me again.

  Aidan spins me over and pulls me up onto all fours so that he’s fucking me from behind, which gives him ample opportunity to spank my ass hard enough to make me cry out as he goes to work.

  “Oh, fuck, Aidan. Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I can barely get the words out. He snakes an arm around my waste and begins to stroke my clit with his fingers as he fucks me, and from there on I’m fighting a losing battle. My climax is right on top of me, ready to sweep me away. The feeling triples when Aidan sinks his teeth into my shoulder and growls. “You ready, beautiful?”

  “Yes. Fuck. Please.”

  Leaning back, Aidan grabs hold of my hips with both hands and fucks me hard. We both come together, me screaming breathlessly and him shouting through his gritted teeth as we’re both consumed by our pleasure.

  “Shit.” Aidan hugs me from behind, still inside me, and I can feel his heart racing against me. He sits back, pulling me with him so that I’m practically sitting on his lap, and he places kiss after gentle kiss on my shoulder blades. I feel like a ragdoll, completely without any hope of holding myself upright. God thing, he’s got me. I’ve finally learned to lean on him, and in more ways than one.

  “Still hungry Ms. Floyd?”
Aidan runs his tongue up my neck and into my ear, making me shiver.

  “Yes, Mr. Callahan. Always hungry for you.”

  He slaps my thigh, laughing. “You’re insatiable. You might need to wait fifteen minutes if you want more from me, woman.” He falls sideways, taking me with him, so that we’re both lying on our sides, and somehow he’s still inside me and he’s still hard. It makes me feel incredible when we lie like this together, still connected in every way, as close as we possibly can be.

  We lay there for a while, enjoying being in each other’s company, and after a while sleep threatens to claim us. I can tell Aidan’s on the brink of passing out by the way his fingers still on my body, ceasing their gentle caress up and down my stomach. I’ve been wanting to tell him something for a while, something I’ve been thinking long and hard about for weeks, and now, with the sound of the waves crashing on the shore outside our home, with the sunlight pouring through the windows, bathing our skin, it seems like the perfect time. “Aidan?”

  “Mmm?” His arms tighten around me, squeezing me gently just once.

  “When we get married…”

  “Mmm.” The tone of his voice has changed, slightly more alert. Maybe a little cautious. He should know by now that I’m not going to run away.

  “I was thinking. We haven’t really discussed it, but my last name…”

  Aidan’s awake immediately, propping himself up on his shoulder, carefully pulling me over so we can look each other in the eye. “You don’t need to worry about that, Ess. I know, and I totally understand. It’s okay. We can be a modern couple. I’ll be Aidan Callahan and you’ll Essie Floyd. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  I pull an awkward face. “But what if…” God, I had no idea this was going to be so difficult to get out. “What if I want to take your name?”

  Surprise blossoms on Aidan’s face. He tips his head to one side. “You want to be Essie Callahan?”

  “Maybe. Kind of. Perhaps I could be Essie Callahan-Floyd.”

  Aidan lets me go and sits up next to me, his eyes suddenly shining a little too brightly. “Are you serious right now?”

  Slowly, I nod. “I hated the Callahan name for so long. I wanted to wipe it from the face of the planet. I wanted so badly for people to cringe whenever they heard that name, and now…now it hurts me to think that your particular branch of the Callahan name ends with you. You’re a beautiful man, Aidan. When we have a family, I want our children to be able to continue that line in some way. I want them to be able to continue the Floyd name, too.”

  Aidan pulls his knees up to his chest rests and hangs his head for a moment. When he looks up at me, there are tears in his eyes.

  “Oh god, are you okay?” I sit up, pressing my lips against his kneecap, not sure if I’ve said something wrong. He may not even want me to take his name.

  Aidan grabs hold of me and crushes me to him. “Of course I’m okay. You just said the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

  “That I want hyphenate the shit out of your name?”

  He shakes his head. “That part was incredible, Essie, but you said, ‘our children.’ Our children. You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me. I thought…I don’t know. I got it into my head that you wouldn’t want to have a family. Hearing you say that you do...with me…” He looks stunned, like he’s having trouble even believing that it might possibly be true.

  I lean my head against him, and I take a deep, bottomless breath. “I can’t imagine not having children with you, silly. I thought I was going to feel hollow and lost forever, but you showed me how truly full my life can be if I only let it. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I want us to have at least two kids. No matter who they end up being, I know they’ll be perfect because you will have given them to me.”

  Aidan hugs me so hard that I’m genuinely worried for my ribs. He laughs manically as he pushes me back onto the bed once more and climbs on top of me. “How do you feel about being fat in a wedding dress and waddling down the aisle? I think we should get started right away.”

  The old Essie would have been terrified right now, but not this one. I’m giddy. I’m ecstatic. I’m overjoyed. “Oh,” I say, pouting as Aidan kisses me lightly on the mouth. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’d mind all that much. In fact, I don’t think I’d mind at all.”

  ABOUT COLE

  Cole Jaimes caught the travel bug young. He spent years honing his skills as a writer while he island-hopped and caught some of the most incredible waves in the world, fuelling his addiction for surfing. Along with his adorable French wife, Cole now calls Los Angeles home.You can usually find him procrastinating on Facebook, or watching Game of Thrones for the seventeenth time on HBO.

  Heart’s Revenge and Hearts On Fire are Cole’s first contemporary romance novels. You can catch more from Cole by checking out his website at www.colesjaimes.com