Chapter 12
GARRETT
I kiss Aidyn again because it’s the only thing that eases this clawing ache in my chest. Fuck off, brain. I have tonight. I can’t worry about tomorrow. About how fucking impossible it will be to leave him.
And if…if I thought for a second Aidyn Christy wanted to make this work between us, that he wanted me enough to tell everyone, including Lanie, about us, then I’d throw everything else away. My job in New York. My friends. My life.
And that scares me.
Aidyn is the one man I shouldn’t want.
But he isn’t ready for that. I’ve been dealing with these feelings for years. This is new for him. But tomorrow sits like a wedge between us. I want, for one night, to not have anything between us. Everything laid bare.
I pull out of the kiss and take a step back. And then another.
Panic flashes in his eyes before he gets himself under control. “Where you going, darlin’?”
Way to mess this up even more, Garrett. I rest my arms on top of my head. I’m unbelievably hot. His eyes darken, and I’m not sure what he sees. My shirt damp from sweat? Oh lord. I need that. Aidyn licking me there. Biting…
I put my hand out as if I’m physically holding him back. Amusement replaces the panic in his eyes. “I need a moment, Aidyn.” He nods, and I take a deep breath. “I fucking love you. Okay?”
“So you’ve said.”
Definitely amusement now. “The point is… I’ve been in love with you for a long time. And I’ve dealt with it.” I shake my head. Jesus.
“That’s your point? Because you’ve said all this already. And—”
“Just…wait.” I use my hand like a stop sign. “I don’t expect you to fall in love with me. I never expected that.”
He shakes his head, and it could mean anything from get the fuck out of my diner—although he’d say those words with no problem—to I don’t understand. “Falling in love with you…isn’t exactly the problem. It would be so easy to do, Garrett. So easy to fall for you.”
Words I’d dreamed of hearing now have me wanting to cry. “Then what’s the problem?”
“I can only give you so much. And it’s not about love. It’s not about you at all.”
“Thanks.”
“Obviously, I’m fucking this up. I mean. I’m a mess. And I don’t know how I feel or what I want. And I’m not going to figure it out by tomorrow. Or next month.”
“Yup. Makes sense.” I focus on tucking my shirt back in and not on his face.
“Hold on.” He grabs my arm. And then my hand. “I don’t want you to go. I’m just saying that I want you. I want this night together.”
“That’s what I want too. But I hate this thing between us. Can we acknowledge it’s there and move on?”
His eyes plead with me. “All I’ve been doing is hurting you, and I fucking hate it.”
I cup his cheek, and he leans into my touch.
“It hurts being with you, Aidyn. But it also fucking hurts being without you. If it’s going to hurt either way, I want these memories.
God, Aidyn. I never even thought I’d get to kiss you.
And it’s—” I have to stop for a moment because there’s confessing.
And there’s confessing. “I got to touch your giant cock. Hold it. Suck on it. I don’t regret a moment with you, and I hope you don’t either. ”
“I…don’t.”
“Are you sure? Because that’s a dealbreaker for me. I never want to cause you pain. Never.”
“Have you said what you need to say?”
“Um…yes.”
“Good. Because I’ve had enough talking. Although talking about my giant cock is permitted. As long as some part of you is touching it.”
I grin and pull him closer. Resting our foreheads together, I trace the outline of his straining erection. Aidyn whines, and I increase the pressure. “Can I suck you?”
He stops breathing. Just for a second, and then his breath exhales with a whoosh. “Yes, but…”
“There’s a but?”
“Low-hanging fruit, darlin’. Not touching that.”
How does he make a chuckle sound so seductive? His hand covers mine, his fingers slotting through mine, and then we’re stroking him together. It seems intimate. His lips brush a spot under my cheek. I feel vulnerable. Exposed.
“Aidyn?” I’m not sure what I’m asking. He kisses the corner of my mouth, and I need more. I turn my head to kiss him, but he pulls away with another chuckle that goes right to my balls. How am I so close already?
“May I undress you?”
My mouth goes dry. I nod and move my hand—or I try. He doesn’t let go.
“You don’t need to stop what you’re doing.”
My breath quickens as his big fingers unbutton my shirt. I tease his cock, and his movements falter. He rocks into my hand while his exploring fingers latch onto my nipple. I moan. We’re slowing each other’s progress, but fuck, exquisite torture now makes sense.
Aidyn kisses the corner of my mouth. “God, the sounds you’re making—I’m not sure I can save the shirt. I need you naked.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I say through gasps as he rolls the nub, although I’m two seconds away from ripping the shirt off myself.
“I got an idea, love. But you have to let go first.”
The love has my head spinning because the affection in that word is giving me ideas I don’t need.
Tomorrow’s problem. I release his cock, reluctantly, and Aidyn grabs my shirt from the bottom and pulls it over my head.
The cool air from the air conditioning blows over my heated skin, and then one of his hands grips my nape, the other my hip, and his mouth latches onto my hard nub and sucks.
My legs go weak—it’s a real thing—but his hands hold me as he feasts on my nipple.
Licking, sucking, and biting. I clutch the back of his head, holding him there.
And just feel. He moves to the other side, and I bite my lip.
Oh fuck. I push him away because I’m not coming with Aidyn completely dressed.
His eyes are unfocused as he stares at me with questions. Saliva drips from his mouth, and no one has a right to be that damn sexy. I kiss him, hard but quick. Every nerve ending in my body is crying out for more. “Naked. Now.”
He nods quickly and pulls at the buttons on his shirt.
I join in starting from the bottom. We’re alternating from undressing him to undressing me.
Our movements are jerky and rushed, and fuck, why do dress pants have buttons and clasps?
And getting the pants off is difficult. Nothing is working, and I need him naked right the fuck now.
I stumble, and he grabs me, keeping me upright.
“Shoes, darlin.’”
Right. Shoes first. Then pants.
It’s easier then, and I laugh, feeling as light as a balloon soaring overhead.
Aidyn Christy is naked before me, covered in a light dusting of red hair, except his chest and stomach and pits and…
cock. There, the hair is thick. The man is glorious.
And mine. At least for tonight. Tomorrow can fuck off.
I’ve wanted him for over ten years. And he’s looking at me…not exactly the same, but with awe as his hot gaze runs over my body and he stares at my cock with hunger in his eyes.
We slam together, kissing frantically and desperately. Hands touching and grabbing. Our cocks slide together—
“Shit, shit, shit,” Aidyn says, pulling away, his chest heaving. “Upstairs. Now.”
We’re in the apartment, in his room, in no time, going right back to where we were.
His tongue in my mouth, my hands on his ass.
This is good. Perfect. The frenzied want overshadows the uneasiness of being in what used to be my sister’s room.
Falling onto what used to be my sister’s bed.
Kissing and touching my sister’s husband.
I shake off those thoughts. Tomorrow, I can freak out and be disgusted with myself and my choices. Tonight, Aidyn is mine.
I inch down his body…lick and bite his nipple and kiss my way down his happy trail. I stop to admire his cock. Huge. Reddish purple. Dripping with precum. I suck on the tip, and he groans.
“Wait, Garrett, just…wait.”
My eyes reach his. “Are you— Is this okay?”
He grins. “I want to taste you—at the same time.”
“Sixty-nine?” And it hits me right then. Aidyn wants this. Wants me. I knew that—he’d made it clear. But I hadn’t let myself believe it with every part of me. Not really.
We reposition, lying on our sides, his cock once again in front of me. I’m nowhere near the size of Aidyn—I mean, good lord, who is?—but that doesn’t seem to matter as his lips wrap around my cock and he sucks. Holy hell. I groan and thrust into the heat of his mouth.
He pops off. “You’re not holding up your end of the deal.”
Right. I focus on worshipping his cock with my mouth. Sucking and licking and taking him down as far as I can while I’m distracted by the sloppy but amazing blowjob from him.
When I get close, I try to pull off. I need him inside me, tearing me apart with his monster cock. But Aidyn growls. “We’ve got all night, Garrett. Now stop teasing and come down my throat.”
I can’t hold back after that. Aidyn swallows, and when I’m able to think again, I double my efforts, sucking his dick and balls until he’s close. He comes with a growl, and I swallow as much as I can.
He pulls me on top of him and kisses me. It’s sweet, tender, and I want to say the words again. But the moment is fragile, and I can’t. If he says them back in this vulnerable state, I’m not sure I’d believe them. And if he doesn’t…
“Let’s get cleaned up.” He kisses my nose.
So we do. Showering with Aidyn is wondrous. A soapy, wet Aidyn Christy is now burned into my memory. But the playful side of him, as he slaps at the bubbles on my ass, that is something people rarely see. Something I want more of.
After getting cleaned up, we snuggle—another surprising thing—and talk, never letting it get too heavy, and then Aidyn tips my head up from where I’m snuggled into his chest. His eyes are dark. “You said something about wanting my cock inside you?”