The Art of Marrying Your Enemy (The Richmond Brothers #2)

43. Aaron

43

AARON

“ I have to tell you something,” Daisy panted against my mouth as I carried her into the house.

Her stretchy top came up, and I set her on the kitchen counter, where I kissed her tits until she moaned, clawing at my shirt. Her skin was soft and warm against mine as my shirt fluttered to the floor.

“If it’s not how much you want me to come in your tight little cunt, I don’t want to hear it.”

She squealed as I picked her up and headed her to the bedroom.

“I have a dark secret confession of my own, Aaron.”

“Yeah?” I nuzzled her tits. “What’s that?”

Her legs were wrapped around me, and her pussy was soaking wet through the ruffly shorts.

“I used to watch you change clothes through the window,” she whispered against my mouth.

“I know.” I nipped her lip. “That’s why I never closed the curtains.”

“Oh my god.” Then she moaned, “ Oh my god ,” as I stroked her wet pussy through her shorts.

If I weren’t afraid of accidentally giving myself a concussion on the low ceiling of the narrow staircase, I’d fuck her right there.

Instead, I carried her into the small blue bedroom, bent her over the desk, and kicked the chair so it toppled over.

She was breathing hard as I shrugged my pants off.

Again, I rubbed her hard through her shorts.

“I never once watched you undress, of course.”

I’d been hard since coming all over her tits. I mouthed her through the wet fabric while she threw her head back and moaned a second time.

“Not even that one time when you came home piss drunk.”

“You didn’t sneak a peek at all?” Her ruffly shorts came down easily.

“Maybe.” I kissed her. “Just a little, but you were topless, bathing in the moonlight. Someone had to make sure you weren’t going to fall off your balcony. I don’t think your mom wanted you and your huge fucking tits smashing her rosebush.”

“That tower-princess life is dicey.”

I pulled off my boxer briefs, cock hard, my balls feeling huge and tight, ready to fill her with cum.

Her legs spread even easier.

“I wanted you to climb up the balcony and steal into my room like a haunting spirit,” she moaned as I stroked the dark pink of her pussy. “I wanted you to make love to me in moonlight, in a black cape. And a horse.”

“I’m sorry.” I looked at her. “You wanted a threesome with a horse? If I wasn’t in love with you, I’d be rethinking this marriage.”

“No!” she shrieked, struggling against me. “Oh my god. No. I wanted the tight pants and the boots and the hat, like a Victorian hero’s. And then you’d tell my parents that we had to get married because you had defiled me but felt bad and wanted to make an honorable woman out of me.”

I ground my cock between her legs just to make her feel me.

“Oh, I always forget how huge you are.”

“You always take all of me.”

“I was obsessed with you. It was scary,” she whimpered as I gripped her tits, which I kneaded as I ground hard against her. “You were my dark hero. I was so in love with you.”

“You sound like someone who desperately needed a job and hobbies, Princess.”

“No, I needed to get laid. I needed a cock— your cock.”

“Beg me for it.” I stepped back, grabbed her ass, and spread her legs until her pussy was splayed, just for me.

“Fuck me, Aaron,” she moaned as I trailed one long, slow lick along her glistening slit. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. I want your cock in my cunt. I saved myself for you. That’s how much I love you.”

She ground against my face when she felt me eat her ass.

“Tell me,” I said in a rough voice. “I need to hear how much you love me.”

“More than anything. You’re the only man I ever wanted,” she panted as I sucked her clit, lapping at her sweet cunt, tongue-fucking the opening to her pussy then sliding higher.

“I wished you would climb into my room and hold me down and take my virginity, use me, abuse my pussy, cum all over me, then tell me you fucked me like that because you loved me.”

“Damn, Princess, you really did need a hobby.”

“Now I have one.” The noise she made almost made me come right then. “Taking your cock. All I want to do is get fucked by you and take your cum.”

“I want to fuck your ass.” I gave her another lick that made her shudder. “But I think I want to fuck your pussy more today. I’ll give you a rest from my cum.”

“Fuck you, Aaron.” Then she bit back a cry when I worked my tongue on her clit.

“No.” I reached up, grabbed one of her huge tits, and squeezed it hard. “Let me hear you. You know I like hearing you scream.”

She let out a needy cry as I gave her pussy another long, slow lick.

I kicked off my boxer briefs.

“You like that?” I grabbed her hair, grinding my hard cock against her pussy while she begged to be fucked.

I rolled on a condom, spread her pussy, then buried my huge length inside of her. She let out a cry of pleasure as her pussy took all of me right to the hilt.

I didn’t give her a chance to get used to it until I was fucking her, sending the little knickknacks on the desk shattering to the floor as she clung on while I fucked the shit out of her, making her take me over and over again.

“You gonna come for me?” I nipped her ear hard as I kept up the unrelenting pace. I barely had to touch her clit before she came, her pussy flexing and shuddering over my cock while I jackhammered into her, and she cried out my name.

“So good, your cock feels so good,” she moaned.

Her cunt was so hot and tight around my cock I wanted to come in her, but I wanted to ride her forever.

“Come, Aaron,” she begged. “Please come. I want to feel you come in me.”

I hiked her ass up so I could penetrate deep within her, hitting that secret spot in her, making her scream out every time my cock hit it, until she was gushing all over my cock again, and I was spilling inside her, thrusting hard to draw out the pleasure while her pussy milked every drop from me.

“Shit, Coleman.” I tossed the condom, slapped her ass, then stroked her throbbing pussy. “You really know how to take a cock.” Grabbing her around the waist, I dumped us both on the bed, her in my arms kissing me messily.

My hands stroked over her curves and down to that soaking wet pussy, which I was already hard for. She moaned, her legs spreading for me again. I let my fingers rest there, sliding slowly in the warm desire.

“I love you, Coleman,” I whispered against her mouth as I slowly stroked her. “Even if you have fucked-up tastes.”

Biting her lip, she strained against me, her big soft tits and hard nipples pressed up against my chest. She grabbed my wrist as she rode my hand.

“You always make me feel so good. I’m so glad I waited for you.”

I kissed her mouth as she rode my hand.

“I want you to come in my pussy.”

I reached for a condom. She grabbed my hand.

“We’re married,” she murmured against my mouth. “This is the end of our great love story. We should have a family.”

I rolled her on top of me.

“We should have a happily ever after. I want to give you a baby, Aaron. I’ve always wanted to give you a baby. Let me show you how much I love you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want this. I want to make you happy. I love you, Aaron. I want a crap ton of children.”

“You might be carrying your Victorian role-play a little far.”

She nipped my jaw. “Give me a baby.”

“Fuck,” I grunted. “I love you. Fuck it, I love you.”

I shouldn’t… I should wear a condom, but I wanted it. I wanted this with her. She was mine.

Her pussy was still hot and wet for my cock when I slipped inside her, her hot cunt around my bare cock.

Decadent.

She bucked against me as I thrust up into her.

“Come in me, Aaron.” As she braced herself with her hand on the low ceiling, she rode my cock, taking the whole length up her tight little cunt until she was squealing and moaning, her tits in my face, her pussy gushing, shuddering, and coming around me as I fucked her raw.

“You want my cum, Princess?”

“I want you to promise me you’ll come in me every day.”

Did I hear the gravel crunch, or was that just the bed finally giving up after all these years of my jerking off to the thought of Daisy and her tits in that too-small bikini?

I kissed her breasts, sucking one nipple then the other, burying my face in my tits as I was still buried inside of her. Not wanting the moment to end, I stroked her clit, making her come again on my cock just to feel it.

The whole house creaked as I thrust up into her, suddenly needing her to feel my cum, wanting to come in her pussy. I thrust up hard into her, so close, about to come, and she banged into the sloped ceiling or—

No, fuck, those were footsteps coming up the stairs.

“ Fuck ,” I grunted. I shoved her off me, spilling my load all over her slit and thighs.

“Aaron,” she whimpered as I tried to untangle us, my shoulders slamming against the ceiling. My head knocked against the light fixture as I tried to beat the angry footsteps stamping up the stairs. Shorts on, I threw a blanket over Daisy when my mother stormed into the room.

“I knew it. I knew it! Get the fuck out of my house, you goddamn slut.” She threw a pillow at Daisy.

My wife jumped up, the blanket wrapped around her.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Daisy screamed as more footsteps trod up the worn staircase.

“ You ,” my mom snarled at her. “You waltz in here, some spoiled, privileged little girl, and steal my son from me. You corrupted him. You turned him against me. Now you’re trying to trap him. You’re abusing him,” she insisted. “You plotted this. He’s just a paycheck to you.”

“Bill,” I begged when he and Michelle appeared and hovered uncertainly in the doorway. “Tell her. This was just a business deal.”

“Not to her,” Emily thundered. “She and her whole family plotted. You don’t care about him at all. You don’t know him. You’re hurting him.”

I put a hand on Daisy, hoping she would just ignore my mom.

“You see? I told you,” Emily cried to her parents. “I told you this was why he canceled. It’s her. She’s convinced him to dump me, to throw me away. Just like all of you did. Just like you all left me to rot, trapped in that cellar.”

Michelle clapped a hand over her mouth. “Emily, we never stopped looking.”

“And you ,” my mom spat at me. “You’re a liar. Manipulating me, using her to hurt me. You’re just like your father. You’re trying to replace me with her. I’m not good enough for you. You never loved me. Everyone wanted to know why I didn’t just drown you in the toilet,” she ranted. “They said you would turn out just like your father, and I wasted my energy on you. Turns out they’re right. I spent all this time and energy raising Stuart Richmond’s disgusting little clone.”

She doesn’t mean it. I soothed myself. She’s just angry and traumatized.

“Shut up,” Daisy yelled, jumping to my defense

Michelle and Bill were shocked. No one spoke to my mother like that. Everyone tiptoed around her and her feelings.

God, Daisy was going to make everything worse.

“Aaron’s nothing like his father. He’s kind,” Daisy said hotly. “He cares deeply about the people in his life. He’s good with animals. He’s a wonderful husband, and he’s going to be an amazing, loving father to our future children. He deserves to be happy, and he would be if you would take your boot off his neck and stop blaming him for something he didn’t do. It’s because he cares about you that he tolerates you way more than I ever would. But now that I’m here, you are not going to talk to my husband like that. Emily, you need to apologize to him, or you’re not seeing him for Friday night dinners anymore.”

My mother stared at me.

No, this was not the catalyst needed to heal the strained relationship Emily and I shared. There would be no crying and hugging while we told each other we really did care.

Emily went nuclear.

“You’re going to let her talk to me like that?” my mother screeched, picking up one of the framed photos and hurling it at me.

I ducked, and the photo smashed against the wall, but the next one clipped me on the shoulder, shattering.

“After everything? I lost everything because of you. Everything. I sacrificed. I gave up everything I am for you, sacrificed my whole life for you, and you let this slut talk to me like that.” My mother was fury incarnate.

I blocked the trophy she threw at Daisy. Not that I lacked concern about her being hurt, but she had four siblings, and I’d seen them all go at one another.

“Maybe I wouldn’t talk to you like that if you actually treated your son with a shred of decency,” Daisy screeched while I tried to pull her back. “You’re a terrible mother.”

“I’m a good mother,” Emily screamed, tears running down her face. “Everyone says so.”

“Coleman,” I barked.

“You better get rid of that girl.” Emily stabbed a finger at Daisy.

“He’s not getting rid of me. We’re having a baby.”

“Goddamn it, Coleman, shut up.”

“You’re not! You’re not having a baby,” my mother wailed, collapsing to the floor. “You owe me, Aaron. You owe me. You can’t have a baby with her.”

“I won’t. We’re not.”

“What?” Daisy’s eyes flashed.

“Emily,” Michelle begged, “let Aaron clean up, and Daisy can go to her own house.”

“You want your shirt?” Natalie asked dryly, entering the room with our clothes in one hand and a steaming cup and saucer with tea in the other. “You might have gotten away with it if you didn’t leave clues all over the house.” She tossed the clothes to me.

“Natalie, why do you always have to make a bad situation worse?” Michelle said sharply. “Can you just be helpful for once?”

Emily’s sister’s face went dark.

“I’m the one making this situation worse?” Her voice rose.

“Natalie,” Bill barked, “I don’t want to hear it. I can’t deal with you right now.”

“You can never deal with me.” Natalie threw the cup and saucer to the floor, splashing boiling hot tea onto my bare legs.

“Natalie, stop that. You’re an adult,” Michelle scolded.

“Yeah, I’m an adult,” Natalie snapped. “I’ve always had to be the adult. I’ve always been the one who has to be the big sister. Just ignore Emily and her tantrums and her destroying my stuff. ‘She doesn’t know any better. She’s little. You have to let it go.’ Did anyone tell you, Daisy,” my aunt addressed my wife, “that, shockingly, the kidnapping didn’t make Emily into this selfish and self-absorbed cunt? That she was always like that?”

Michelle slapped her daughter in the face.

I winced.

“Don’t you dare talk about your sister like that.” Michelle wagged her finger in Natalie’s red face.

“Fuck you, Mom.”

Everyone was crowded and cramped in the small bedroom. There were too many people in here, too many angry people. I needed to get out. But I was trapped. The edge of the desk dug against my leg.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that,” Bill warned.

Natalie bared her teeth.

“You always, always chose Emily over me. You always gave her excuse after excuse, enabled her bad decisions, never punished her for sneaking out at night. Or stealing all your liquor, or forging your signature to take out credit cards. You missed all of my events. You never had time for me or what I cared about because she ruined every good thing that ever happened for me. Emily even went missing on my birthday.”

Daisy stared with wide eyes as the bomb detonated in the small bedroom.

“I followed the rules.” Natalie beat her chest. “I did everything I was supposed to. I graduated top of my class, went to an Ivy League college, got a good job, married a guy from a good family. Gave you grandchildren. I did everything right. She always broke the rules. She did drugs. She hung out with shitty people. You wasted millions of dollars trying to fix her, only for her to turn right around and go back to the same shitty parties with the same shitty people while you yelled at me for not looking after her. Now everyone’s life has to get turned upside down because of her terrible decisions.”

“She hates me,” Emily cried from the floor.

“No, she doesn’t,” Michelle soothed.

“Yes, I do,” Natalie blew up. “I hate her. On the day of my wedding, she fucking escapes, and you all rush off to be with her and that spawn of Satan. She brought that monster’s son here.”

Daisy grabbed my arm.

“You should have dumped him at an orphanage,” Natalie raged at her sister, “instead of making us deal with your horrible decisions day in and day out.”

“Get out, Natalie.” A red-faced Bill was hunched over.

“With pleasure.” Natalie flipped off her parents.

“Oh, and word to the wise, Daisy?” Natalie shot over her shoulder. “When the marriage contract is up, walk away. You don’t want to chain yourself to this shit show. No man in the world is worth it.”

The door slammed, bouncing off its hinges. Natalie stormed down the steps. Then a car peeled out of the drive.

“Come on, Emily.” Bill and Michelle petted my weeping mother, coaxing her downstairs.

“Mom,” I pleaded, following them, the glass cutting my feet.

Bill blocked me.

“Just get dressed and clean this mess up, Aaron,” Michelle said as she and Bill led my sobbing mother away.

Shocked, I looked around at the broken glass. My arm ached. So did my heart. I wanted to lie down, not on the bed but somewhere I could actually stretch my legs out.

I wanted to go home, but I bent down to pick up the broken picture frame.

“Don’t,” Daisy said. “Here, where is your stuff? We’re going to my parents’ house. This is insane. Where is Dorian. Dorian?” she called out the window for the cat as she dressed.

I started picking up the glittering shards from the floor.

“Leave the glass,” she said.

“Michelle said I had to clean it up.”

“She can clean it up.” Daisy was impatient. She didn’t understand.

“Come on. I’ll make you some soup.”

“My mom…” I hated how small my voice sounded. I was not that person. Not anymore.

“I’ll leave the picnic basket for them. How about that? They can have some homemade food. You should lie down, Aaron.” Daisy stroked my arm. “Let’s go.”

“I have to go make sure my mom’s okay.”

“She’s not okay, Aaron. She’s crazy. Your whole family’s crazy. My family is nice. My mom likes you. We’re married, so you can be part of my family now.”

“I can’t. I have to go to her. She needs me.”

“Seriously, Aaron? How can you let Emily treat you like this, let your whole family treat you like this? You heard Natalie: they don’t care about you. They don’t love you. I love you.” She hugged me. “We can be happy together. Your whole life doesn’t need to revolve around Emily and her issues.”

Daisy rummaged around for her purse. “And my life certainly isn’t. I’m not tolerating that. I feel for her situation, certainly, but a person has to have some boundaries.”

“You spoiled fucking princess.” My words were bile.

I turned on her.

She took a step back, glass crunching under her shoes.

“Don’t,” I said, my voice cold, “ask me to choose between you and my mother. Because I will never choose you.”