Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
His smirk transforms into a low groan as he pushes inside me in one fluid thrust.
“Ah, hell.” A tremor vibrates across my shoulders and down the center of my spine.
Aaron hisses, remaining motionless, as if trying not to break apart at the seams. When I glance back, his eyes are closed, and a warm flush stains his cheeks, neck, and chest.
“Need you to move.” I arch my back and rock against him, hoping to alleviate the burn.
He leans forward and cups my chin, dragging me into a sloppy kiss. “Does it sting?”
“A little.” I nip at his lips. “It’s what I want, though. What I asked for.”
His eyes soften. “Let me know if it’s too much.”
My chest feels light and fluttery, as if a stack of feathers is tumbling wildly against my rib cage. “Trust me. It won’t be.”
Aaron pumps his hips, his cock breaching my hole in shallow jabs. “You feel so fucking good.”
I mutter senselessly, the tip of my cock smearing precome against my abdomen.
“More.” Gripping my length, I jerk myself, appreciating the fullness of where our bodies are connected. “Need it. Need you.”
Readjusting his hands on my hips, he provides exactly what I want. Thrusting in a demanding pace, his balls slapping my ass, he solidly connects with that spot inside that makes my eyes roll back in my head. I wipe the sweat from my brow. The only sound in the room is our grunting as I cling to how good it feels before I bust apart at the seams.
“Fucking hell, Aaron. Do you even know…even realize…how much…I…” I’m panting, trying to make sense of my words, my back arching as he pounds me senseless. “How much I want you.”
“Goddamn it.” He slings an arm over my shoulder and pulls me up so my back is against his chest, his mouth at my ear. “I didn’t expect any of this. You don’t even know what you do to me.”
I tremble as he kisses my nape and reaches for my cock. It only takes a few strokes before my world breaks apart and I’m gasping, my hole milking his cock for all it’s worth.
“Holy fuck.” His rhythm falters, his muscles twitching violently as his orgasm hits him, pumping come into the condom.
Unable to hold it together any longer, I collapse to the bed, and Aaron falls on top, panting heavily into my neck. “So good. Fuck, so good.”
I feel his cock slip from my ass as I try to get my bearings and breathing under control. I feel him slink off the bed to toss out the condom, and then he’s back and rolling us to our sides, facing each other, and pulling the sheet up to our waists. He kisses my cheek, ear, and forehead, the gentleness overwhelming, yet I never want to leave the cocoon of his arms. I hum and pull him closer, fighting reality as it settles atop us, heavy and suffocating.
As if sensing the same thing, he cups my neck, and when our eyes connect, he takes my mouth—soft, deep, shuddery—our eyes remaining open, the emotion in his making me feel weak, faint.
When we finally draw apart, neither of us seems brave enough to speak. We take turns cleaning up in the bathroom, and then we’re back in bed with the lights out and curtains drawn, our limbs tangled together, as if hanging on to each other for dear life.
I sleep fitfully, waking throughout the night, peering at him through blurry eyes, his soft breaths fanning across my arm. I try to calm the panic in my chest that our time together is yet again coming to an end.
Too soon, I unravel myself from Aaron’s arms and get dressed to leave. We share coffee and breakfast before I get back on the road. He doesn’t ask me to stay longer, and I don’t offer. If I did, I’m not sure my heart could handle it. It’s already hard to break away from his potent kisses as he walks me out.
We don’t make any more promises to each other, but the things we said outside the bar and whispered in the dead of night linger between us. That’ll have to hold me as I get in my truck and head back to Aqua Vista. Still, I can’t help thinking that the road to heartache is always paved with hope and good intentions.
27
AARON
“Let me know what you think of our offer,” I say to the owner of a small building that would work well as one of those popular wellness studios. I can envision it—the space, the soothing colors—but my heart isn’t in it, and if I don’t snap out of it soon, Rocco might throttle me.
I slide into my car and head to our office in the city. The office was Rocco’s idea. One I was on board with at first, even though the traffic can be a bitch.