by Ali Parker
I held up a hand. “I said stay.”
He paused and a frown drew his features down. “I don’t want to stay.”
I smiled. He made me feel beautiful. Desired. Sexy.
It was a glorious and strange feeling for a girl who hadn’t felt such things since she was in her freshman year of college.
“Take it off,” Aiden whispered.
“I don’t know if I should. You should rest.”
“Fuck rest.”
I giggled. “You’re sure?”
“More sure than I’ve ever been.”
I licked my lips. “Well, in that case,” I trailed off and lifted the shirt back up. Over my hips, tummy, ribs, breasts, and then up over my head.
Aiden’s eyes soaked in the sight of me and I basked under the warmth of his gaze. “Fuck,” he breathed.
I turned slowly on the spot letting him see me from all angles. Then, when my back was to him, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and began wiggling my hips side to side, inching the panties down bit by bit. When I got them down over the swell of my ass I left them at the top of my thighs, rolling my hips and arching my back as I lifted my arms up to run my fingers through my hair and shake it out down my back.
Then I went back to pulling my panties down. I took them all the way off and stepped out of them, making sure I bent all the way over as I went to give Aiden a good view of my pussy. I was already so wet and he hadn’t even laid a finger on me.
I got on the bed on my hands and knees.
He watched all the while as I stopped in the middle of the bed and faced him, sitting up straight with my legs apart. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked, cocking my head to the side innocently and pressing my finger to my bottom lip.
Aiden swallowed. “Whatever you’ll let me do.”
“And if I tell you that you can do whatever you want?”
A devilish smile cracked across his face. “Then you’re going to have a really, really good time, kitten.”
“Hmm,” I purred, spreading my legs a little further apart and letting my hand fall from my bottom lip to trace a line between my breasts and down my stomach all the way to my pussy.
“You’re a tease.”
“You like it,” I said.
He shook his head. “I love it.”
“Then come here and get it.’
Aiden’s smile broadened and he leapt onto the bed with me. I shrieked with surprise when he hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me down beside him on the bed. Then he propped himself up on one elbow and stared down at me. “I don’t know what made me lucky enough to be there when that asshole in the truck drove into you, but am I ever glad he did.”
“Me too,” I whispered.
He kissed me. The first kiss was just a feather light touch of his lips to mine. The second was more insistent. And on the third he slid his tongue into my mouth and cupped my cheek. He lowered his hand to hold the back of my neck and cradle me in his arms before he released me to trail his fingers down my side and over my hip.
Then he lifted my leg.
I smiled into the kiss when he rolled his thumb over my clit.
He rubbed me and forced me to keep my leg up while he worked, taking his time to hit all the sensitive places that were aching to be touched.
I wrapped an arm behind his neck and drew him down to me to kiss him more deeply. At the same time he eased a finger inside me. I sucked in a sharp breath and moaned softly on my exhale as he slowly worked his finger in and out. Between every dozen or so thrusts he would move back up to my clit, worship it in an impossibly wonderful way, and then slide back inside me.
When he started flicking his finger up toward my G spot, my whole body tensed.
He kissed my cheek and then my neck and pressed his mouth to my ear. “Does that feel good, kitten?”
I whimpered and nodded.
“I can’t hear you,” he said.
My back arched. Tension and pressure gathered in my center, right where his fingers were, and a hot fire suddenly raged to life.
Aiden dragged his lips across my throat and stopped flicking his fingers. “I’m not going to ask again. Does that feel good?”
I gasped for breath. “Y-yes.”
He chuckled in my ear and my skin erupted with goose bumps. “I couldn’t tell.”
“Please,” I breathed.
“Please what?”
I bit down hard on my bottom lip. “Please don’t stop.”
“Thatta girl,” Aiden cooed, nibbling on my earlobe. “I love when you tell me what you want.”
He did, did he? I could do that.
“Then make me come,” I said.
Aiden growled with lust and sealed his lips over mine. Then he began flicking his fingers in that way I loved so much, and within seconds he brought me right back to that euphoric brink of climax. This time he didn’t stop. My insides clenched and he groaned softly into my mouth as my toes curled and a cry of pleasure escaped me as I came.
My orgasm left me trembling.
Aiden slid down my side and rolled between my legs. He pushed them apart to settle between my thighs. He was right back where he’d wanted to be just the other night.
“Are you going to stop me this time?” He asked, looking up at me.
I stared down at him between the swell of my breasts and shook my head. “No.”
He ran his finger up my pulsing slit. “You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
“Good girl,” he said, before dropping his head and flicking my clit with his tongue.
“Oh God,” I breathed, letting my head fall back to the mattress. I stared up at his white ceiling as he ran his tongue in circles over my clit, and then down, tracing the opening of my pussy with deliberate slowness.
How had I never let a man do this before? I’d been missing out.
When he slid a finger inside me while he drew my clit between his lips and suckled I let out a shrill cry and gripped the sheets. He chuckled between my legs, pleased with himself and the response he’d earned from me, and slid another finger inside me.
And within seconds I came again.
Aiden kissed his way up my stomach and leaned over me to reach for the drawer in his night stand. He tugged it open and rummaged around, unable to see the contents. He knocked a bunch of things around before withdrawing a condom with a victorious smile. He held it up between our faces.
“Good job,” I giggled.
“Hold this,” he said, placing the condom on my right nipple.
Then he rolled off the bed like a man who hadn’t been half beat to shit last night and stripped out of his clothes.
Even though I’d seen him naked before I was still struck by how incredible his body was. Muscles rippled beneath his skin as he climbed back up on the bed and knelt between my legs. He plucked the condom from my breast, tore it open, and discarded the wrapper over his shoulder.
I watched as he rolled the condom on. My skin burned with need as he pushed my legs back and inched closer to me until the tip of his cock pressed against my slit.
When he pushed himself inside me there was no pain like last time. My body was ready for him. I let out a contented sigh as he filled me up and leaned over me to share a kiss as he thrust slowly in and out, forcing my legs back so that my knees were almost in line with my breasts.
I had no idea I was so flexible.
He put one hand on my collar bone and held me down while he used his other hand to lift my hands above my head. He only needed one hand to pin my arms overhead by my wrists. I struggled, but not in earnest, as he fucked me and held me down.
He rolled his hips, grinding against me, filling all the places inside me that burned for him.
Aiden pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. Then he slid a pillow under my hips and slapped my ass—hard.
I yelped. He chuckled.
And then he slid his cock into my pussy again and put a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing m
e down into the mattress as I gasped with pleasure.
I reached for the top of the blanket and drew it down to me, using it to muffle my moans and cries as Aiden dropped low over me, trailing kisses across my shoulders and down my spine as he fucked me. I could feel his hot breath on my skin and hear the soft sounds he made in the back of his throat.
I bowed my head down to the sheets to stifle a cry as I drew close to another climax, but Aiden wrapped a fist in my hair and pulled my head back. He pulled so hard he forced me to look up at him as he leaned over me. His other hand moved under my chin and he kept me like that and stared into my eyes for as long as I could keep them open.
When I came he groaned above me and pressed his forehead to mine. His climax was just as fierce as mine, and it left both of us gasping for breath when we came apart and he fell onto the bed beside me.
I started laughing and hid my red cheeks in the blankets.
He pulled them down again. “Stop hiding from me. I want to see you.”
Chapter 29
Aiden
“You sure this is the one you want?” Rhys asked, folding his arms across his chest and looking at me skeptically from beneath one dark eyebrow.
I ran my fingers through my hair and stared at the bike before me. All of the exposed engine parts were matt black. The black leather seat was dark, like ink, and the black gloss paint shone like light was shining on it at all times.
The Triumph Rocket III was a sexy bike.
And she was coming home with me.
I nodded decisively. “Positive. She’s my new baby.”
Rhys chuckled. “I thought Cheryl was your new baby?”
I waved the salesman over who had retreated to the sales counter with his two other employees after he discovered Rhys and I were more knowledgeable about the products he was selling than he was.
“Cheryl is my new baby. But this one is for riding.”
His grin was pure sin. “Oh?”
I blinked. “That’s not what I meant.”
He slapped his leg and burst out laughing. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Cheryl.”
The salesman, a thin guy in black jeans, Blundstones, and a button up gray shirt, came and stood beside the bike. “Do you have any questions, sir?”
I shook my head. “No. I’ll take it.”
The guy looked from me to the bike and then back to me. “Oh. Um. Yes. Of course.”
“Try not to sound so surprised,” Rhys glowered.
“Apologies. I meant no offense. This model has just been sitting here and nobody has come around with the cash to buy it.”
“Well, ring her up,” I said. “I’m riding her out of here.”
The salesman nodded. “Alright. Follow me. We’ll sign all the paperwork. You’ll be out of here with your new bike in no time.”
The sale went off without a hitch. The salesman didn’t give me any trouble and within half an hour I had the keys in my pocket and was rolling the bike out the front doors to pull her up alongside Rhys’ bike in the parking lot.
Riding bitch to get here had not been one of my best moments.
Rhys handed me my helmet and put his own on. I pulled mine on and tightened the chin straps. “Lunch?”
Rhys nodded and pulled on his riding gloves. “Want to put some miles on the new wheels? We could make Mastic Beach in less than two hours.”
I glanced at my watch. “Race you there.”
Swinging a leg over the bike, I gripped the handlebars. The leather hand grips felt good under my palms. Rhys got on his bike and started it up. I started mine too and lifted the kickstand.
Rhys pointed down the long stretch of road toward Mastic. “Loser buys the beer.”
Rhys peeled out of the parking lot ahead of me. I was aware of the three salesmen inside the bike shop watching through the window as I revved the engine. Then, when I had their attention, I turned in a wide circle, dragging the back tire across the asphalt to leave a black streak in the middle of their lot before launching forward out onto the street to high tail it after Rhys, who was without a doubt the best person to ride with in the whole MC.
He was the only one who was a challenge.
He wasn’t messing around today, either. He was giving his bike all it had, opening up on the throttle and screaming down the straightaway ahead of me. I did the same thing and ate up the pavement as I gained on him. I had the faster bike as of five minutes ago, and I was going to make every mile count.
Rhys and I wove in and out of traffic on our ride from the city to Mastic Beach. It was a weekday, so I doubted the pub would be busy, and it would be nice to see old Jim back at The Dock Pub before summer came to an end.
The weather was perfect for riding. It wasn’t as hot as the stretch of weather we’d had for the last two weeks and the wind travelling so fast cut through my jeans and kept me cool.
It was just after one in the afternoon when we pulled into the gravel lot of The Dock Pub and parked our bikes. Neither of us left our helmets with our bikes this time. We tucked them under our arms and made our way to the front door and stepped into the dimly lit pub.
I was right.
There was barely a soul inside.
Rhys and I picked our spots at the bar where we always sat and waited until Jim came out of the kitchen. His face lit up when he saw us. “Gentlemen! I didn’t expect to see you back so soon.”
“Back?” Rhys asked.
I shot him an apologetic look. “I came here a couple weeks back with Owen and Liam.”
“Thanks for the invite,” Rhys grumbled.
“We knew you had plans with Quinn.”
“Ah. Fair enough. Then yeah, I wouldn’t have come.”
“Exactly,” I said, as Jim set a draft beer down in front of each of us. We drank thankfully and I wiped foam from my upper lip. “How’ve you been, Jim? Same old?”
Jim nodded. “Same old, minus some good news.”
“Oh?” I asked.
Jim’s smile broadened. I hadn’t seen him smile that big in years. “We’re expecting another grandbaby.”
“Congratulations!” I exclaimed. Rhys had a mouthful of beer, but he nodded his sentiments. I lifted my glass and made a toast to the new little guy or gal who would join the world. “They’re a lucky little squirt to have you as their granddad, Jim.”
“Better quit sweet talking me every time you come into this place, boy. You’re just fishing for free food and beer. I ain’t gonna give you anymore handouts, not with another grandkid on the way.”
I laughed. “I’m not fishing for anything. Just your company.”
Jim shook his head and sighed, looking at Rhys. “See? Sweet-talker?”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Rhys grumbled.
Jim went about collecting our orders, the usual cheeseburgers, and excused himself to do some general housekeeping stuff at the back of the restaurant. When our meals arrived, Rhys and I were the only people sitting in the bar, which was kind of nice.
“So things between you and Cheryl are good?” Rhys asked, after drowning a fry in ketchup and tossing it into his mouth.
I nodded. “Better than good. I can’t explain it. She’s something special, man. She really is. I finally get what was going on with you and Quinn. I mean, it’s different, because you two have known each other for so long, but—”
“Time doesn’t matter,” Rhys said. “I can tell this girl is good for you.”
“You can?”
Rhys chuckled. “Definitely. I think everyone can. You’re happy, Aiden. Genuinely happy. Better than I’ve seen you since Chicago. Since it all went to shit. You know?”
I looked down at the bar. “Yeah.”
I thought about Max and felt a bit guilty. Since meeting Cheryl I hadn’t spent as much time thinking about him and missing him. She’d consumed my thoughts and every waking minute of my life. She was the first thing I thought about when I woke up, and the last thing I thought about before I fell asleep—and those thoughts used to be
about Max.
Always about Max.
And the night I found out he was dead.
“What are you thinking about?” Rhys asked.
I looked back up and took a sip of beer. “Nothing.”
“Lies.”
I frowned. “I just—I haven’t thought much about Max since you just brought him up. And I feel bad. It hasn’t been long since we lost him and—I don’t know. It feels wrong not to think of him as much as I used to.”
“Why?”
“He was my cousin.”
“No shit. I know that. But why does it feel bad? You don’t owe him your thoughts. He’d want you to move on. Hell, he’d want you to find a girl like Cheryl who makes moving on easier. Like Quinn does for me.”
“I guess.”
“No. Seriously, Aiden. You don’t need to carry any guilt around with you. Not anymore. We’ve moved on. That place and those memories don’t own us. We’re Lost Breed now. Through and through. To our cores. Max is part of our past and part of us. That will never change. And just because you’ve lost someone doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to find happiness.”
I scratched the back of my neck. “I didn’t realize I just walked into a self-help session.”
Rhys jabbed me in the ribs—which were still a bit tender from Vince’s angry fists. “Don’t be an ass. Just accept what I’m saying to you. Cheryl is heaven sent. So is Quinn. So is every woman who helps damaged goods like us.”
I licked my lips.
He clapped a hand over my shoulder. “We all miss people differently, Aiden. Just because the loss isn’t weighing you down anymore doesn’t mean you’ve forgotten him. Let Cheryl put you back together. You’ll be a better man for it. I know I am. Without a doubt, I am.”
Chapter 30
Cheryl
The sun kissed my skin as I lay draped over one of the lawn chairs in my backyard.
Well, Vince’s backyard.
But he was locked up for his DUI and assault, which meant this house would be empty for at least six more months, maybe longer if I was lucky, and I was staying here until I found my own place.