Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
AIDEN
I woke up, heart racing in my chest and feeling sick to my stomach, forgetting for a moment that I was in my bedroom at Wellington Manor. Most days started this way. After staying up half the night with one of my twin’s night terrors, I had two hours of sleep before being jolted back to reality.
“Who the fuck is calling me at this hour?” I rolled over to silence the stupid phone and stopped when I saw Sonny’s name flash on the screen.
Sonny had sent me a text message a few hours after I got home. My chest ached after reading that message. I didn’t even bother to respond. He acted like I hadn’t spent hours fucking him.
Sonny
Last night was fun… but it can’t happen again.
Fuck him .
I wanted to send him to voicemail. He deserved that much for writing me off like a bad debt. But I was a masochist, so I answered.
“What do you want, Pretty Boy?” I sat up and scrubbed at my tired eyes with my fist, annoyed that I had a raging boner when I needed to take a piss. “It’s five o’clock in the morning.”
“We have school in two hours,” he said in a snobby, know-it-all tone. “You should have been up an hour ago.”
“Fuck you,” I snapped. “I’m hanging up and going back to sleep.”
Not like that would happen. Sonny was partially responsible for my lack of sleep. For hours after I got Alex back to bed, I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about his pretty mouth. So I jerked off to the thought of his tight ass, dreaming of doing it again. I eventually drifted off, only to be woken up with bullshit.
“Aiden, wait,” Sonny pleaded. “I need to talk to you.”
“What’s there to talk about?” I slid my legs off the bed and took a deep breath through my nose, blowing it out slowly through my mouth. “You made it crystal clear you wanted nothing to do with me. That we were just having fun this weekend.”
“It’s not you,” he stammered.
“It’s me?” I guessed.
“Fuck, no.” He sighed into the receiver. “I’m not into cliches, Sunshine.” Sonny paused for a second, thinking over his words carefully. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. What I wrote… I didn’t mean it, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay,” I bit out. “You… You fucking acted like what we did meant nothing to you. And you sent it via text.”
“I know… And I’m sorry.” He lowered his voice, and I heard footsteps in the background. “Look, my dad is holding my balls in his fucking safe. He’s got me ass for another eight years until I get full access to my trust fund.”
“At least you were right about one thing,” I told him, anger rolling off me in waves.
“What’s that?”
“We had fun. But we shouldn’t do it again. It will only make things more complicated, anyway.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “That’s what my dad said.”
“Do you have your own mind?” I headed into the ensuite bathroom and slammed the door behind me. “Or do you always follow Daddy’s orders?”
“Don’t be a dick,” he snapped, his deep voice dripping with frustration. “You don’t know what it’s like. If you had grown up like I did, you wouldn’t be judging me right now.”
“I get it. You’re a spoiled brat.” I whipped out my dick and pissed, tucking the phone in the crook of my neck as I shook it off. “You can’t live without Daddy’s money and won’t let anything get in the way of that.” He tried to cut in, but I stopped him by saying, “I won’t get in the way. When you see me at school today, you can fuck the hell off and keep walking.”
Before I could hang up, he said, “Sunshine, please.”
I set the phone on the counter, debating whether or not to let him finish, but I caved and hit the speaker phone button. “Say whatever you think will make a difference, and then we’re done.”
“Why are you so fucking mad?” Sonny shouted. “You’re not the one with a sore ass and a broken… heart.”
“I didn’t break it,” I fired back, even more annoyed with each second he tried to explain himself. “You chose to kneel like a little bitch. God forbid you couldn’t access your yacht or Black Card. It would be the end of the fucking world.”
“You’re intentionally being an asshole about this and won’t let me finish what I called to say.”
I towel-dried my hands, picked up the phone, and entered my bedroom. “Say it already because I’m tired and not in the mood to be having this conversation at the asscrack of dawn.”
“Fine,” he grunted. “I wrote that message because of Ella. She’s the reason my dad lost his shit.”
“I figured as much. But that didn’t give you the right to treat me like shit.” Laying back on a stack of pillows, I stretched my long legs across the mattress and listened to his voice, hating this had to end. “We took her virginity, Sonny. It fucking meant something to me.”
Saturday was the best night of my life. Being with Ella and Sonny felt right, like I was exactly where I belonged. I never had a real home. Not unless you counted that torture chamber I called my childhood hellhole.
Home was always my twin. As long as Alex was with me, I could never be lost. She was my true North. And then, I met Ella and Sonny. We hadn’t known each other long, but with them, I was at peace. And while we were together, I thought… This could be my home.
A few seconds passed, the near silence filled with our heavy breathing, before Sonny said, “It meant something to me, too. You both do. But don’t you see this could never go anywhere? The three of us have no future. Ella’s a Doyle. The feud between our families is worse than the Capulets and Montagues. A relationship with Ella would only end one way for all of us.”
“I don’t have a problem with the Doyles.”
Sonny laughed. “Is that so? Then I dare you to go to her house and introduce yourself to Cian Doyle as Aiden Wellington. See if he ever lets Ella out of the house with Alex again.”
“I’m not letting her go,” I told him. “She’s mine.”
“She was ours for the night. We had fun and a lot of fucking orgasms. But you gotta let her go before Cian finds out.”
My cock was rock solid hearing the timbre of his voice, a specific sound that just fucking worked for me. I shoved down my boxer briefs and fisted my cock. The anger bubbling inside my chest only got me harder and more irritated. So I jerked my shaft in quick, angry strokes.
“Fuck you,” I choked out. “What your parents don’t know won’t kill them.”
Sonny didn’t respond at first, listening to his effect on me and breathing heavier into the phone. “Are you jerking off?”
“So what if I am?” I quickened my pace, loving that he knew what he was doing to me. “You got a problem with it, Pretty Boy?”
“Not at all,” Sonny said, but it sounded like a moan. “I guess you’re not that mad if we’re having phone sex.”
“We’re not,” I said to correct him, rubbing my thumb over the leaking tip of my cock to get more lubrication. “I’m getting off while you finish talking. So hurry up. You have until I come to finish.”
“Oh, hell no. You don’t get to come without me.” I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering, and seconds later, he said, “Are you thinking about fucking me while you stroke that big dick?”
“Yep, that will do it,” I muttered, clamping my teeth down on my bottom lip as my balls tightened. “Keep talking, Pretty Boy. Tell me how much you like it when I fuck your ass.”
“Fuck,” Sonny moaned. The sound of his skin slapping was audible through the speaker. “You're better at this than me, Sunshine. Don’t stop. Tell me what you want to do to me.”
I’d never had phone sex before, and now I was wondering why. Sonny brought out a different side to me. Everyone else saw my rough exterior, the front I put on for the world, but he broke through every barrier I constructed. He whittled down my resolve each day until we were in bed together.
“You look so fucking hot bent over, your asshole dripping with lube and begging for my cock.” So close to finding my release, I curled my fist firmly around my shaft and rode out the powerful sensation spreading up my thighs. “I want you like that every time I see you. And that pretty mouth of yours… I love seeing your cheeks puffed out, spit and my cum dripping from those pretty lips.”
“Oh, fuck,” Sonny whimpered. “I’m gonna come, Sunshine.”
“Me, too. I’m coming so fucking hard for you.”
Within seconds, we were both unraveling, consumed by our orgasms. Sonny moaned into my ear as I shot my load into my hand. A few drops spilled onto my bare stomach, but I didn’t feel like moving yet.
It took me at least a minute to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. I was still angry with Sonny for blowing me off via text message. He didn’t deserve dirty talk or an orgasm, but fuck if it didn’t feel amazing. Now fully relaxed and ready to get back to sleep, I didn’t want to get up, but I had cum sticking to my skin.
I slid off the bed, wandered back into the bathroom in a haze, and turned the knobs on the shower. “Well, that was unexpected,” I said, breaking the silence between us. “Good talk, Pretty Boy. I gotta take a shower.”
“I have to meet my team for practice. Guess I should take another shower.” I heard him move around, bumping into something as he walked. “Too bad you’re not here with me to wash the cum off my stomach.”
“This was the last time,” I told him. “You better file it away in your spank bank.”
“I never said I was done with you,” he shot back.
I held my hand under the water to test the temperature and adjusted the cold water. “Remember what I told you the first day we spent on your yacht?”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “I know where this is going.”
“It’s not fair to Ella for us to see each other behind her back.”
“And it’s not fair to us not to see where this goes.”
I yanked off my boxer briefs and kicked them across the heated tiled floor. “I can’t do that to Ella. We can be friends.”
Sonny let out a derisive snort. “I have enough friends.”
Then, the call disconnected.