45. Lennox #2
I’m lost in that thought when a switch flips.
All of a sudden, he’s fucking me roughly, giving me exactly what I crave.
The vibrator hits me exactly where I need it as the clit simulator sucks and his piercing massages perfectly.
It only takes seconds for him to send me skyrocketing into an abyss that has the darkness consuming me.
My limbs are boneless, my body humming with desire.
When he swells, his movements jerky, and lets out a low groan, coming in hot waves inside me, I ride him into my third orgasm of the night, my body lighting up like a fireworks display.
Gripping one hip, he holds me up as my knees shake.
“I got you, Princess.” He gently removes the vibrator, then pulls himself back, murmuring soothing words the whole time.
Carefully, he adjusts me so I’m on my side.
“Stay,” he murmurs, dropping his lips to my hip.
Then he’s gone. With shaky, tingling hands, I turn the rose off and toss it, heeding his request to lie here and catch my breath rather than slip the blindfold off.
He returns moments later, first removing the tie covering my eyes.
He follows the move with a tender kiss to my lips, then my cheeks.
I blink my eyes open, but the room is still shrouded in darkness, and all I can make out is his silhouette.
He presses a warm, wet cloth between my legs, cleaning me, and when he’s finished, he pulls the blankets up and tucks me in.
He joins me a few seconds later, water bottle in hand. “Drink.”
I obey. I’m far too gone to think for myself.
After he confirms I’ve had a sufficient amount of water, he pulls me to his chest and strokes my hair.
I’m pretty sure I fall asleep within seconds.
Deliciously sore, I wake up with a smile on my face. Last night was…intense.
The sex. The emotions. The confessions.
Despite the way my body aches, I feel lighter than I have in years. I never realized how much our breakup weighed on me. Questioning whether I did the right thing. Wondering if he’d hate me forever for how I handled it all.
Telling Aiden the truth of why I walked away, watching his face register the shock and then acceptance, was cathartic in a way I never would have expected.
Because he understood. That understanding reinforced my belief that I made the right decision for us back then.
He’s incredible on the ice, and he would have come to regret walking away.
He’d have resented me eventually. We wouldn’t have made it.
But as I lie in bed with him now, relishing the way he holds me and his even breaths against my neck, a different future for us forms in my mind.
One I never thought was possible. One I’ve wanted so badly for years.
It’s the reason I gave up on the idea of happily ever afters, because if it wasn’t with him, I didn’t want it.
With a sleepy groan, he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, making my heart flutter.
Spinning so I can face him, I survey him and quickly get lost in his warm, sleepy brown eyes. “Hi, Princess.”
“Hi Hockey Boy.”
He slips his hand down my backside and squeezes. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I got fucked by a pair of stalkers.”
Chuckling, he brushes his lips against mine. “Must be my many dazzling personalities and huge cock.”
Circling his length, I give it a firm squeeze. “It’s positively massive.” I thumb each bar along his shaft, twisting them as I go.
He closes his eyes, and a guttural moan escapes him. As I slide my thumb over the head, smoothing his arousal over him, he shifts his hips closer. I’m adjusting, ready to slide down his body and show him precisely how much I enjoy his massive dick, when my phone dings.
That specific sound is a bucket of ice water on a hot fire. It’s the ringtone I set for my parents so that I’m always prepared before picking up the phone. Even a text message from them can sour my mood, though I didn’t realize until now just how badly that simple sound could ruin a moment.
I wince and drop my hand, a niggle of worry hitting me. I hate to disappoint him, but the moment is lost.
His face doesn’t fall. He doesn’t even look disappointed. No, concern swims in his eyes, but that’s the extent of it. “What’s going on in that pretty head?”
I groan into his chest. He’s so warm. I could easily get lost in him if I breathe deeply enough.
“Lex,” he says with more urgency. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s my parents. That’s their ringtone. Ignore it. They’ll just ruin today.”
Warm lips press against my forehead. Once, twice, three times. Then he tips my chin, forcing me to face him. “We can’t keep running. Let’s face it head-on. Together.”
His words fill me with a strength I didn’t know was within reach this morning. So with a hum of agreement, I pick up my phone and look at the message.
Mom: I’ve booked the club for your thirtieth birthday. Could you send me a list of people you want me to invite?
My stomach rolls at the thought of my birthday. Especially when a second text pops up, this one in a separate thread.
Dad: Just over a month until your deadline. How about we turn the party into a wedding reception? I’ve already spoken with Donald. He thinks it’s a great idea.
With a loud groan, I throw myself onto the mattress. “He’s such an asshole.”
Aiden’s eyes narrow. “Who’s Donald?”
“Donald Sparrow. Of Sparrow Holdings. He plays golf with my father.”
“What would he have to do with your wedding reception?”
Oh, sweet Aiden. He still doesn’t get it. My father will never stop making deals. He’ll use every advantage, every situation, to increase his fortune and his standing. Despite how little we need either. “I guess my father thinks he should be the groom.”
Aiden’s jaw hardens.
The almost imperceptible reaction makes my heart lurch. I drop the phone and press my hands against his face, anxious to soften him. “He’s never going to give up on this.”
“That’s why we have this plan, isn’t it?”
My stomach flips. “You still want to do this? It feels wrong now that things are—” I sigh. I’m not even sure what things are, but they’re complicated. That’s for damn sure.
“They’re what?” Aiden asks, his tone perfectly calm.
“I still don’t know what I want to do with my life.
Hell, I don’t even know if I really ever want to get married.
Or if I want kids. My parents have always dictated my life.
I’m only now learning what I like. For so long, I’ve made choices just to spite them.
Finally, I’m taking into consideration what I actually want. ”
He studies me, his lips pressed together in earnest consideration. “Do you want to be with me?”
“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in that answer. “But you want?—”
Aiden presses his finger to my lips. “ You. I want you. We can figure out the rest along the way. You don’t want kids? Fine. I’m an awesome uncle. Not sure marriage is for you? That’s okay too. I make an excellent roommate, and I’m pretty sure I proved to you last night that I’m an amazing lover.”
He presses his lips against mine, and I relax against him. How is it that my mind and my body settle so easily when he’s near?
“There’s no rush for me, Lex. I love you. I’m not going anywhere. Years ago, you gave me what I needed by walking away. Let me give you what you need by staying. You have me by your side for as long as you want me—fake weddings, real ones. I’m down for it all.”
My heart floats in my chest as I think of all the possibilities. Of all the fun we could have. A lifetime of it. “We’ll need to really sell the engagement.”
Aiden’s smile is blinding. “You leave that to me. Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything,” I whisper.
“You’ll be in my jersey at the home game on Friday night.”