Aiden: The Lost Breed MC #8

by Ali Parker

  I chuckled softly. “No it wasn’t. Not at all. You know who is rude though?”

  She gave me a tiny smile—one so small I might have missed it if I wasn’t looking. “Vince?” She asked.

  I laughed in earnest this time. “Yeah. Vince. Fuck that guy. Fuck that guy and his house and his cars and his pool.”

  She giggled. There were still tears escaping but she swept them away a bit more defiantly now. “Yeah. Fuck that guy.”

  “There you go. Feels good, right?”

  She nodded. “It feels great.”

  “Fuck that guy!” I bellowed.

  She laughed again, and the sound was music to my ears; a chorus of bubbles and bells with sweet little symphonies in between.

  I shot her a wide grin before rolling to my feet. “I’ll give you some space. If you need me I’m just down the hall.”

  “Okay,” she said softly. She was looking at me like she didn’t want me to leave.

  Maybe I was reading too much into it.

  I turned and then paused, looking back at her as she stood up to fix the blankets on the bed.

  “Cheryl?”

  “Mm?” She turned to me. Blinked slowly. Her lips were slightly parted.

  God damn.

  “I know it’s not my place, but you should know that leaving Georgia and coming to New York wasn’t your second chance. Leaving Vince was.”

  Cheryl stared at me for a moment. I couldn’t read what she was thinking. Then she moved toward me, her bare feet whispering across the hardwood floors.

  I stood still as stone when she went to her tiptoes, cupped the side of my face with one hand, and kissed me.

  Chapter 18

  Cheryl

  Aiden’s lips were hot and soft. The stubble on his cheek tickled my palm as I ran my hand down; down the side of his neck to his chest, which was firm with muscle.

  Then he caught my wrist and pulled away.

  He was a little out of breath and a little wide eyed. “Cheryl. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

  “Why not?”

  “Well, you’ve had a rough night. And you’ve been crying. And I feel—”

  “I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you,” I whispered.

  Aiden blinked.

  God, he was beautiful. And kind. He’d shown me his heart tonight at a time where I needed kindness the most. He’d let down his walls—his cocky, arrogant, infuriating walls—and shown me who he really was. And I liked it.

  The fact that he was checking in and not pushing me down on the bed to fuck me was even more of a turn on.

  His grip on my wrist was firm but not painful. He gazed down at me with lust burning in his eyes that matched the fire in my belly. “Are you sure?” He whispered.

  I bit my bottom lip. “Yes.”

  Aiden’s green eyes flicked back and forth between mine. Was he trying to detect a hint of insecurity in my answer? Was he looking for a crack in the wall that might suggest I was unsure?

  He wouldn’t find one.

  I wanted him. And I knew he wanted me. And there was no sense in fighting it. Not anymore.

  I hadn’t had sex in four months. I needed this.

  Aiden tightened his grip on my wrist and then jerked me forward. I fell into him and he put his other hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at him so he could press his lips to mine. The kiss was desperate. Needy. He pushed his tongue between my teeth and explored my mouth with that same devilish curiosity I’d felt from him last weekend in the bathroom.

  I whimpered into his mouth shamelessly, and felt his lips curl in a smile as the kiss deepened, and then he was wrapping an arm around me and lowering me down to the sofa bed.

  It creaked and groaned beneath us. The metal springs squeaked in protest but we didn’t stop. Aiden pushed my hair away from my face, stroked my cheeks, and then worked his hand down the front of my body; over my breasts, stomach, to the place between my legs where the burning desire had gathered and intensified.

  My new black dress fell down my thighs when I bent my knees and spread my legs. Aiden responded by pushing it up higher and over my belly, and then he stopped with his palm resting on my navel.

  He looked down.

  “What is it?” I asked, suddenly very self-aware and terrified that he was about to see me naked. The only person who had seen my naked body was Vince, and he knew there was nothing special to see there. Just some loose skin, rolls, fat, and a lot of hip.

  Aiden ran his hand over the skin colored body shaper. “What the hell is this thing?”

  I tried to pull my dress down but he didn’t move his hand. He kept it firmly upon my navel and peered up at me from beneath his furrowed brow.

  “It’s a shaper.”

  “A what?”

  “A shaper,” I said again.

  “I need another word besides ‘shaper’ to make sense of this.”

  My cheeks started to burn. “It—um. It holds everything in place. Like sucks it all in. To create a more appealing shape.”

  Aiden’s right eyebrow arched dramatically. “That sounds terribly uncomfortable.”

  “It is. It’s like a corset made of spandex.”

  “Who on earth would spend money on something like that?”

  Someone with a lot to suck in, I thought bitterly. “Someone who needs one.”

  Aiden frowned as he inched his hand up to the top of the shaper which rested right beneath the underwire of my bra. He ran the tips of his fingers along the half inch of bare skin exposed there before slipping them under the shaper and pulling it down.

  My breathing quickened.

  He was going to see me. All of me. Was I ready for that? The last time Vince and I had sex I’d left my bra and shirt on for this exact reason. I had big boobs which weren’t nearly as perky as they used to be and I didn’t want him to see all the jiggling that was bound to happen if we were going to have sex.

  Aiden continued pulling the shaper down.

  “Wait,” I said, right when he had it down around my ribs.

  He paused. “Is something wrong?”

  I shimmied out from under him and stood up. “I’ll take it off.” This way I could control what he saw and felt. I pulled the shaper off the rest of the way, letting my dress hide my body as I stepped out of it. This was better. Much better.

  Maybe we could fuck with the dress on.

  I tossed the shaper aside.

  Aiden was laying on his side with his head propped up in his hand, his elbow on the mattress. He gave me a quizzical look. “I hope you didn’t spend a lot of money on that thing. You look the same.”

  I looked down at myself. “No I don’t. You can see—”

  “You.”

  “Yes. Exactly.”

  Aiden sat up. Then he got to his feet and stood in front of me. He was tall. About as tall as Vince and easily over six foot by a good couple inches. He put a hand on my hip. “You have no fucking clue how beautiful you are, do you Cheryl?”

  My mouth went dry. “I’m not—”

  He put a finger on my lips, silencing me. “Enough. I won’t hear it. And I wouldn’t lie to you. You’re spectacular. And that shaper belongs in the trash.”

  The only times Vince had complimented me over the last six months or so was when I had that shaper on.

  He moved his finger from my lips and distracted my self-loathing thoughts with a tender kiss. Aiden used his own cheek to nudge my face to the side so he could trail his kisses along my jaw and then down the side of my neck. When he pinched my skin gently with his teeth and ran a hand over my hip, moving the fabric of my dress to the side, I grabbed hold of his shoulders.

  All thoughts about the shaper slipped from my mind.

  He continued lifting the dress, rolling it out of his way against my skin until it was completely over my hip, exposing my black lace panties and bare legs.

  Aiden dragged his thumb over the top of the panties. Then his lips moved back to my mouth and his tongue slipped between m
y teeth as his hand dove into the front of my panties.

  I moaned into his mouth when his fingertips grazed my clit.

  Honestly, I hadn’t been touched like this in so long. Years. When Vince and I had sex it was never about me. Hell, I didn’t want it to be. I couldn’t relax around him. I couldn’t let him make me feel good. And he never wanted to bother. It was always me on my knees in front of him and then me on my back while he fucked me until he came.

  And then it was over.

  This was a nice change of pace.

  Aiden rolled the pads of his fingers over my swollen clit, pulling my juices over it until the softest touch had my insides straining for a release.

  Then, right when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled my panties down and pushed me backward, sending me down on the sofa bed.

  He came down on top of me and showered me in kisses. Sweet ones. Aggressive ones. Ear lobe pinching ones. I trembled beneath him when he undid the sash on my dress. When it came apart the wrap dress came undone and he pushed it open, revealing my bare belly and black bra in the process.

  I felt two seconds of utter terror as he gazed at me.

  Then he smiled, shook his head, and looked me in the eyes. “Don’t you ever put that shaper back on. You hear me? Or I’ll punish you.”

  “P-punish me?”

  “You heard me, kitten. I’ll rip it off you with my bare hands and bend you over my knee. Is that what you want?”

  He was toying with me. Surely.

  Aiden grabbed the front of my bra and pulled down. My breasts spilled out of the cups and he descended upon them, swirling his tongue over my nipples and biting down gently on the fullness of my breasts.

  I moaned and closed my eyes. If he wanted to bend me over his knee and slap my ass I’d let him. Hell. I’d probably like it.

  Aiden propped himself up on his elbows and worked his way down the length of my body, planting kisses upon my skin as he went. On my breasts, ribs, stomach, and hips. Then he nudged my legs apart and settled between them.

  I sucked in a sharp breath. “Wait.”

  He looked up at me, his face framed by my thighs.

  “That’s too much,” I said. “I’m not ready for you to—you know.”

  “Taste you?”

  It sounded strange. I nodded.

  Aiden smiled and came back up. “Then we can save that for another time.”

  I was fairly certain I would feel the same way another time. I’d never had a man go down on me before and it scared the hell out of me to think about letting Aiden do it. I was sure I wouldn’t like it. I’d be too in my own head to enjoy how it felt—and even then, how could that feel good? It just sounded messy.

  Really messy.

  Aiden leaned over me. His right hand moving down to rest on the inside of my left thigh. “You know what you need, Cheryl?”

  “What?” I asked, my voice pinched. He was so close. I could feel his cock pressing down on my thigh as he held himself above me. He was rock hard. And large. Very large. “What do I need?”

  “An orgasm.”

  “I—”

  Aiden ran a finger along the side of my pussy. I yelped in surprise and he smiled down at me as he traced my opening.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he growled.

  I wanted to say something sexy back to him, but words were lost on me, and by the time I’d made sense of my muddled thoughts they were blown to smithereens once more when he eased a finger inside me.

  “Oh God,” I breathed, clutching at the sheets on either side of me.

  He pressed in deeper, filling me, curling his finger and flicking it inside me until that ball of tension that had formed suddenly exploded, ricocheting through my body and pushing a cry of pleasure from my lips that Aiden sealed with his own mouth. He swallowed my cry as I came, and then he slid another finger inside me, stretching me to take his thick digits while pressing the pad of his thumb down on my clit.

  I nearly screamed his name at the ceiling.

  I came a second time and he ceased what he was doing between my legs to smile sheepishly at me. “See? Do you feel better?”

  I nodded as I gasped for breath.

  He rose to his feet. “Stay where you are.”

  He left me there, lying on my back with my legs apart like a starfish. I did as he asked and didn’t move. When he returned he had a condom in his hand. He pinched it between his teeth and pulled his shirt over his head.

  “Holy shit,” I breathed.

  He paused with his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his sweatpants. He mumbled, “What?” The condom was still pinched in his teeth.

  “Your body. That’s—”

  “All yours,” he grinned.

  “A lot,” I finished. He was ripped. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He was all lean muscle, right down to the deep cut V of his hips. I swallowed and watched him pull his pants down. Was I ready for this? Could I handle this?

  He pulled his skin tight black boxers off and his cock sprang free.

  I shook my head. Nope. Not ready.

  Aiden rolled the condom on. I couldn’t look away from his cock as he gave his length two strokes and then came toward me on the bed. He must have seen my nervous expression because he stopped. “Is something wrong?”

  I licked my lips. “It’s been a long time for me. And you—you’re a lot bigger than any man I’ve been with.” Than Vince. He was a lot bigger than Vince. The only man I’d ever been with.

  Aiden smirked before kneeling on the bed. He pushed my legs apart and settled between them to place his length on my pussy. He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his length up and over my clit, teasing me.

  It was delicious.

  “Are you ready, kitten?”

  I nodded. I was as ready as I was going to be. And I wanted this. I’d wanted this for weeks now. Aiden was all I’d been able to think about and our kiss in the bathroom at the party had set that in stone. Try as I might, all I could think about was him. And this moment. And now it was here.

  “Please,” I whispered.

  Aiden took hold of his cock and eased his first couple inches inside of me.

  The pressure was intense, but he went slow, pushing himself in and then pulling out to let me relax. He did this a couple of times before finally pushing all of his length inside of me. I grit my teeth as the pressure gave way to a brief flash of pain; and then euphoria.

  Aiden slid his cock in and out of me. I could hear how wet I was. Feel how slick my pussy was with every stroke.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” Aiden groaned.

  His arousal only turned me on more.

  My toes curled. My eyes rolled back in my head and my back arched. Aiden slid a hand under my lower back, holding me up, and squeezed my hip with his other hand. I moaned and so did he, and then he held both of my hips and fucked me hard and deep.

  “Yes!” I screamed, grabbing onto the sheets as he unleashed himself and let go.

  I came instantly. It left me feeling weak with trembling muscles, but Aiden didn’t seem to notice as he bowed his head and grit his teeth. The muscle in his jaw flexed.

  I put my hand in the middle of his chest and felt the power beneath my palm. “Fuck me until you come,” I whispered. “Fuck me how you’ve thought of fucking me all this time.”

  He leaned over me and planted a hand on the bed beside my head. He stared down at me. “You’re not ready for that, kitten. But you will be,” he cooed. “You will be.”

  Then he kissed me. I hooked my legs around his waist. He rolled his hips, driving into places inside of me that had never been touched, and I clung to him with desperation.

  Another climax was on the horizon, and so was his. I could feel him holding back. Every muscle was strained against his release as I ran my hands over his shoulders and arms. I traced the veins in his forearms and closed my eyes when he closed a hand over my breast.

  How could he possibly give me more than this? How could there be
more I wasn’t ready for?

  This in itself was glorious.

  Chapter 19

  Aiden

  When I stirred awake on Saturday morning I had no idea what time it was. I didn’t even know where I was until I lifted my head from the pillow to peer around at my living room awash in sunlight.

  Then I realized my arm was asleep and wrapped beneath Cheryl, who was sleeping curled up against my side with her head on my bicep and one leg draped over my hip.

  Jesus.

  Fucking.

  Christ.

  If Ellie knew I’d slept with Cheryl last night she would cleave my head from my shoulders and mount it on a stake outside Ryder’s house to warn all other Lost Breed members how not to behave when a woman seeks refuge in your home.

  And I’d deserve it.

  I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my free hand before blinking away some of my fatigue so I could better see Cheryl. Her makeup was still smeared from crying.

  Right. The crying.

  I never should have slept with her. I should have made her comfortable and left her to sleep on her own in privacy. I should have walked away when she told me she wanted it.

  But I was too weak for that. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted a woman in my life and it had been worth the wait. She was a wonder. Her body, all curves and soft supple skin, had felt so good beneath mine. The way she wrapped her legs around my waist made me come undone and lose myself.

  She was glorious in every sense of the word. Heaven sent. And so God damn sexy.

  I tucked a strand of Cheryl’s blonde hair behind her ear. She moaned softly in her sleep and snuggled up more closely against my chest.

  I kissed her forehead.

  I would protect her. I decided right then and there that if anything or anyone ever tried to harm a hair on her head, they would have me to contend with. And I wasn’t as nice as I looked.

  Cheryl would have the protection of the entire Lost Breed MC if she needed it.

  I couldn’t help myself from running my fingers through her hair one more time.

  She stirred awake.