by Frankie Love
And before I can respond, his lips are pressed against mine.
Chapter Twelve
I tell her I love her because I motherfucking mean it.
Some people don’t believe in love at first sight or that you can fall head over heels for someone in the space of the day.
But those people haven’t met Alice yet. She makes me drop my guard and believe in the possibility of love, which is a feat in and of itself. The fact that I’m falling for another person after everything Sheila did to me? I’d swear it wasn’t possible.
But Alice? She makes everything seem possible.
I kiss her hard, and even though we’ve been apart the last few weeks, my body has seemingly memorized hers. The moment our lips collide; I can’t imagine ever leaving her side again. And considering we’re half naked in my hotel room, why would we?
“Aiden,” she moans into my mouth, her tongue finding mine, entwining instantly. It’s as if she needs me as badly as I need her.
Her hands run over my chest, and then lower to my waist. She pulls down my boxers and then her hand cradles my balls as she strokes my shaft, getting me harder than fuck. Ready to fuck too.
“Baby, it’s just too damn much,” I tell her, looking deeply into her eyes. They glisten with tears.
She didn’t say she loved me back, but I’m not pushing this girl into anything. She will give me everything she wants in her own sweet time.
Besides, this is just the start of something that is gonna last forever.
She moves her hand up and down my cock and I push back her hair, kissing her ear.
“Oh, baby, that feels so damn good,” I tell her.
She smiles, nuzzling against me. Then she pushes me back to the bed. I sit on the edge, staring at her beautiful body. She stands before me in this teeny tiny white lace thong and this gorgeous lace bra that push her tits high, they look gorgeous on display like this.
“You look so beautiful, Alice,” I tell her as she lowers herself to her knees.
“You look pretty good yourself.” That makes me laugh, but then she looks at me with a more serious gaze. “I missed you too, Aiden,” she tells me, rubbing my length gently. “But I think I may have missed your cock even more.”
I laugh again. “Are you telling me you miss my cock more than you missed my personality?” I hold her face in my hands, sitting at the edge of the bed. She spreads my legs apart and slips between them. My cock her focus.
“Hmmm, well, maybe that’s not true. I missed your cock and I missed sleeping against your chest and I missed laughing with you. Oh, and Chum! I missed Chum. Where is he now? Did you leave him home all alone?”
“You want to talk about my damn dog when you’re about to suck my cock?” I shake my head. “Woman, that is not gonna happen.”
She holds my cock in her hands, moving up and down, and it gets more stiff with each caress. I swear to God I’m gonna come before she’s even licked me. But that would be okay because damn, this feels so good.
“Come on, Aiden, be nice. If you don’t tell me where Chum is I’ll be worried.”
“All right, my brother has him. Now, enough about that. Let’s focus on something a little more urgent.” I give her a sly smile and she nods obediently.
“Okay, we can’t stay up here too long anyway, we have to get back to the reception eventually.”
“We’ll see about that, baby.”
“You’re so bad,” she tells me.
I nod. “And you are so damn good.”
With that, Alice opens her mouth and takes my cock like she has been chomping at the bit to do so. Her head bobs up and down, and just like that, her warm, sweet mouth gets me close to release. I press my hands on her head, helping her move faster and faster.
“Oh God, Alice,” I feel ready to explode.
“Aiden,” she says, popping me from her mouth. “You taste so good.” Her tongue swirls over my tip and then she moves me back in her mouth, taking all of me, and I can tell I’m hitting her throat, and she gags on me, not easing up at all. It’s like she loves my cock in her mouth, my hardness filling her.
She takes it all, sucking me off until I fill her mouth with my come.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I groan.
She keeps sucking until every last drop is swallowed, letting it slide down her throat like a creamy waterfall.
When she finishes, she wipes her mouth and looks up at me with dreamy, hazy eyes. “That’s what I was waiting for,” she sighs. “That’s what I’ve been missing.”
Then she pushes me back on the bed, straddling me. “But now I need you in me, Aiden.”
I shake my head at her uninhibited desire. I fucking love this side of her. “Damn, baby. When did you get so demanding?”
“I think it was right about the time you told me you loved me.”
Then she crawls into my lap, ready to fuck.
Chapter Thirteen
I’m not ready to tell him I love him back, I want to. But I’m scared to give in because there are so many unknowns.
He lives in Alaska.
I’m trying my hardest to get my dream job in Seattle.
I don’t know how our lives can mesh. Where we can meet in the middle.
But as I straddle him, watching him roll on a condom, and preparing to fill me with himself, I know I would move mountains to be with him.
And holding back the words that I feel, gets me no closer to the life I want.
The man I want.
“Aiden, I need you,” I tell him.
He closes his eyes for a fraction of a second, then takes my face in his hands. “Good. That’s really good to hear,” he whispers. I sink onto his hardness, my pussy aching, dripping with anticipation.
“God, Aiden that feels so right.. Everything about this is so right,” I moan, filled with him now, my pussy stretched open as his cock presses against my core.
“Oh, yeah, girl,” he says as he unclasps my bra, tossing aside, rolling his hand over my breasts. I love the way he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. If it were any other man, I wouldn’t believe it.
But Aiden makes me believe.
He makes me believe in the impossible.
He runs his hand over my back, down to my waist, settling them on my hips as I rock around in circles as he thrusts deep inside me.
Our eyes are never off one another as we take in the of the intensity of this moment.
“God, Alice, I love you.”
I blink, feeling hot tears fill my eyes, not wanting to cry at this moment, but it’s impossible to contain my emotions. And then I realize Aiden isn’t asking me to.
“It’s okay, baby,” he tells me as he wipes away my tears, as we rock together in unity.
“They’re happy tears, I swear.”
“Happy?”
“The happiest.” With my pussy filled with him, and my heart filled with him, and my future filled with visions of him, I open myself up to what we could become.
“Aiden,” I say. “I love you.” As the words leave my lips, they feel so natural. My heart tightens at the realization that I’m giving myself over to this man.
This man I know so little about.
This man who loves me.
The man I love.
“We have a lot to talk about,” he tells me, as he pulls to his chest, my pussy walls brimming with pleasure. “But right now, I want to make you come, baby.”
His words both fill me with comfort and passion. I feel so safe with him, and as he rolls me over onto my back, my legs wrapped around his waist, it’s as if we are securing ourselves to one another. We won’t let go. He fills me up faster and faster, harder and harder.
Entirely.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, so entirely ready to burst from within. The orgasm building inside me is fierce and wanting.
“I know, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he says.
I’m, about to say more, but I can’t. The orgasm that is relea
sed is relentless.
Aiden covers my mouth as I let out a cry that could only come from sex. I come so hard as the orgasm rushes through my blood, meeting at my core, and splitting me in half in the most sensational way.
“Oh, my God, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I tell him. My body shaking as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside of me. My legs squeeze tighter and tighter around his waist.
“Oh, yes,” I say screaming again, muffling my cry by burying my face in his chest. I let out a long moan as the orgasm washes over me, leaving me spent.
“I’m coming, baby,” he tells me, thrusting again and again until I feel the condom fill with warmth, and I know he’s given me his everything.
I laugh as the pleasure sends shivers all over my skin, knowing I’ve got to get on some sort of birth control, wanting to come together with nothing between us. I only want his hardness inside of me. I want to feel his come in my pussy, I want to feel his seed drip inside of me.
I will be filled with him in a delicious, all-consuming way.
Aiden holds me tight, wrapping his arms around me and cradling me as if I’m the most precious thing he’s ever held.
“I love you,” I tell him again, my forehead resting on his chest.
“I love you more.”
He presses his lips to my hair. I close my eyes, enveloped in this moment.
And as if our love is music, I sink into our melody.
Chapter Fourteen
An hour later, we begrudgingly put ourselves back together and return to the reception. This night is not just about Alice and me, it’s her sister’s wedding.
When we get downstairs the party is in full swing, everyone’s outside on the dance floor, laughing and drinking in the warm summer night. I look up and see beautiful stars dotting the sky, and I take a moment to appreciate that this place is far from the city, far enough to know what it means to appreciate green grass and mountain views.
This region is similar to Alaska in so many ways. I did my research before I flew down here, and I know there’s plenty of towns where I could dock my boat. There are marinas up and down this sound. I could bring my boat down here, and still troll for salmon. But the icing on the cake is that Alice would be by my side.
I haven’t told her about any of that. Hell, we have a lot of shit to figure out. We have plenty of time to figure out details. And the truth is, I’ll move mountains to be with her.
After our confession of love, Alice seems less reluctant to showing me off.
She laces our hands together, and I lead her to the dance floor.
“I’m not a great dancer,” she tells me. “I may know how to keep rhythm, but my hands do all the magic. My feet? Not so good.”
“Lucky for you, my mother forced my brothers and me into dancing lessons.”
“That’s so sweet,” she laughs. “I just can’t really picture it. Burly Alaskan boys learning the two-step.”
“My mom’s old school like that.”
“You think she would like me?” Alice asks. “Because my parents aren’t exactly the type to give out warm and fuzzies.”
“I figured as much after your dad’s comments.” Not wanting to hit a sore spot, I tell Alice the truth. “My mom would love you. My dad would too. They’re salt of the earth people. Not too caught up in anything besides family and the town we’ve always lived in. My dad’s still working, though he’ll retire soon. And these days my mom’s usually watching the grandkids. Simple life, but a really good one.”
“Do you want kids?” Alice asks as I wrap an arm around her waist and take her hand in mine, waltzing her around the dance floor as an old jazz standard plays.
“Yeah, of course,” I admit, knowing how my nieces and nephews make every family get together better. “I’m not too concerned about the particulars though. Two, three, five, six kids? I’m open-minded.”
“Six?” Alice laughs as if I’m crazy. “Two, maybe. Kids are a lot of work. And I really care about my career. At least, I’m not ready to give it all up yet.”
I nod, expecting that. “You were so amazing up there today. I know you told me you were a cellist, and I assumed you were really talented if you were auditioning for the symphony, but, Alice, you were incredible.”
Heat rises to Alice’s cheeks and I love to see her blush. To make her blush.
“Thank you. It’s strange. My dad and I never get along, but we shared a moment after the ceremony, and honestly, for the first time in forever, it felt like we understood one another. I think I see where he’s coming from and hopefully, he sees me too, but after what he said to you in the bar, I’m not so sure.”
“You mean to say all this time he’s had good intentions?”
She nods slowly. “I think so. I’m choosing to believe he wants the best for me, and getting to play with him at Anna’s wedding him was really special. He gave up his music when we girls were born nod I know he’s always regretted that.”
“Sometimes, the sacrifice is worth it.”
“I know, but I’m not ready to sacrifice it yet,” she tells me. “The last few weeks I’ve been reminded how much I love to play.”
“You’re still young, Alice. You’ll have time to figure everything out.”
“Do you?” she asks, as I guide her around the dance floor. She was right, she has two left feet, which I happen to find adorable as hell. It just means I have a reason to hold her closer, to show her where we might go. “I mean, you’re older than me, Aiden. I don’t want to be holding you back ––”
I kiss her. Needing to shut her up. The idea of her ever holding me back is insane. When I pull away, I shake my head and tell her the truth. “Alice, I can’t imagine you ever holding me back. You’ve opened me up, you’ve made me believe in love again. I’m in no rush for anything, except getting a ring on your finger.”
Her eyes widen. “I thought I was just your make-believe bride?”
“For now, but we’ll see about that. You know I love you, and being your make-believe anything isn’t gonna be enough for very long.”
Alice bites her bottom lip shaking your head in disbelief. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”
“If I remember correctly, it took you nearly drowning for us to meet.”
This gets her laughing again, and then someone comes on stage with a microphone, telling everyone to head outside so we can wish the bride and groom off.
Alice and I follow the crowd, and everyone is given sparklers, and they light up the night with hundreds of glittering wands.
The crowd parts for Alice’s sister and her husband. The pair rush through us, toward a white limousine. Everyone claps and smiles, and for a family wedding, I’m surprised at how undramatic this one has turned out to be.
Anna stops and gives Alice a kiss and tells her she loves her.
I watch, knowing that in a good moment, a lot can be swept under the carpet.
As they drive away, some guests return to the reception, and others leave. Alice and I go to the bar to get a drink, and when we get there, we’re greeted by her father and Peter Gunheight.
Alice looks at them, clearly annoyed, muttering under her breath to me, “Sorry, baby.”
I just shrug it off, I can handle these two men.
“Aiden?” Alice’s dad says to me. “We need to have a word with you.” His voice is tough, stern.
“Dad, can we just wait ––” Alice starts but her dad cuts her off.
“No. This can’t wait. Peter here told me you two were engaged.” Dad’s eyes are fiery and I run my hand over my beard glancing at Alice who just rolls her eyes.
“Peter, that is my business, okay? You don’t need to run off and tell my dad things that are none of your concern.”
Peter crosses his arms smugly. “Well, it is my concern. I care about you Alice, I always have. I’m going to end up with you.”
“I’m not a prize you can just claim. I’m a woman. And I happen to be in love with Aiden.”
“So, it’s true?�
�� her father asks, steely-eyed. “You’re engaged to this man?”
I step in “There was a miss––”
“Aiden, you don’t need to justify anything to them,” Alice says. “It’s none of your business, Peter. So please, leave well enough alone. It’s my sister’s wedding,” she says. “Please don’t make this about anything else.”
“We waited until she left before we confronted your supposedly ‘fiancé’,” Peter hisses. His use of air quotes really pisses me the fuck off.
“Alice, you may say you’re in love with this man,” her father says, looking me up and down with disdain. “But you don’t know anything about him.”
“I know enough, Dad,” Alice says. Her determination makes me so damn proud of her. She may have seen herself as weak and small before, but Alice has found her voice and it makes me swell up with love for her.
“No, Alice, I don’t think you do,” Peter scoffs. “He is just using you. And probably wants your money.”
“Did your fiancé tell you he was married?” her father asks.
My face goes white, my heart constricts. No fucking away.
“Married?” Alice asks confused. She looks over at me. “What is he ––” she shakes her head. “Aiden?”
“Yes, technically, but I swear it’s not – –”
Peter pulls up his phone. “His marriage to Sheila Morgan took place in Juneau, Alaska two years ago. And they are still married, according to last year’s tax turns.”
“That’s fucking bullshit ––”
“Sheila?” Alice asks. “The Sheila I met?”
“Yeah, the Sheila you met, I’m not keeping anything from you. She’s my ex.”
“Your ex what?” Alice asks. Her father and Peter are watching everything we say with concentration.
“My ex-wife. At least soon to be ––”
“Soon to be?” Alice’s mouth falls open in shock. “Aiden, you’re married?”
“Alice ––” I reach for her but she has already stepped away, covering her face in shock.