Chapter 36
"And you didn't tell me?" She looks at me with big eyes. The innocence in them makes it hard to take her seriously when she's mad. And right now, she is. Because I fucked up. Bad.
"What was I supposed to tell you?" I ask before thinking, which makes her madder.
Avery crosses her arms over her chest, the already short material of my shirt riding up her body, the creamy thighs I so much desire around my neck on show.
Fuck. I wash my unsuitable thoughts away when my girl speaks again, "oh, I don't know, maybe that my brother and best friend were together for months?
" Her voice drips of sarcasm, the use of my previous words showing how mad she really is.
"You know I would tell if I could," I reason.
"You would tell me if you wanted to." She takes a step back, now leaning against the opposite wall.
"You hid it from me, do you have any idea how bad I felt for lying straight up their faces?
When in reality I shouldn't feel guilty because it turned out that all of them did the same to me, you included!
" Avery raises her breaking voice and waves around with one of her hands as her chestnut eyes get blazed with tears, the betrayal she feels, not only by her brothers and best friend but by myself too, showing on her face strongly.
"Bab-" I take a step closer, ready to comfort her, only to get stopped by her outstretched hand. The action makes me flinch. "No, you don't get to do this when you know you've fucked up, Aiden!"
"I had my reasons..." I say lowly, dropping my arms by my side. This is probably the only time she's ever used my name when we fought. Fuck, this is probably the first time we fought a real fight. A fight where she's mad at me. Really fucking mad.
"Reasons? You lied to me for months, you admitted it yourself!" Avery scoffs, violently wiping the corner of her eye with her fisted hand.
"Can I explain at least?"
I can't fucking stand seeing you in tears.
"No. It doesn't matter if you have an explanation, you lied." Her voice is now calm, unlike seconds ago. It sounds brittle. "To me." She turns around without a second glance, her hands fisting the ends of the shirt as she walks out of the bathroom.
Sighing, I slump back against the counter. With closed eyes, I listen as she walks out the bedroom and down the hall.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How the fuck do I make this up to her?
I don't know how long I sit in here for, but sometime later, I find myself walking down the hallway towards the guest room. The guest room where her muffled sniffles are coming from.
Without bothering to knock on the door, I pull the handle down and enter. With her back to me, my Avery lays under the covers as she faces the window.
"Baby, can I explain?" She doesn't answer. Realising that she's ignoring me, I walk over to the bed and lay down on my side so I'm spooning her. She doesn't make a move to push me away.
With her small body perfectly against mine, I start talking. "I wanted to tell you, but I thought that it would be better if you got to know from Xavier or Summer. He made me promise to not tell you anything, mainly because they're not official-like us." I trail off.
I hesitantly start my next sentence, "you would do the same if Summer told you to not tell something to someone." Ry stiffens in my arms. I hold her tighter against me and press a kiss on her neck. Her pulse beats wildly beneath my lips.
"And Summer..." I trail off. I don't know why she wouldn't tell her best friend. "I don't know why she hid it from you." The last part comes out lower than I wanted it to.
Silence consumes us for a long time. Ry doesn't say anything, she just lays stiff between my arms.
"I'll be in my office if you need me." And with that, I leave my girl alone.
The New York skyline before me brings me calm. The lights illuminating from the buildings in front and bellow the penthouse are enough to see inside Aiden's dark kitchen.
I press the crystal glass against the freezers ice maker. The sudden sound of frozen water colliding with glass makes me flinch considering the silence spread throughout the house.
It's been hours since me and Aiden talked. Like he said before leaving, he would be in his office. Which is also the place that I assume he hasn't left since his explanation.
Downing all the ice cold water at once, I take the ice cube filled glass with me to the kitchen island. Sitting sideways on a stool, I think of Aiden's reasoning and in all honesty, I get it.
So to say I'm mad at him, would be a lie. He just followed Xav's instructions. Unlike Summer who hid it from me, when she was supposed to be my best friend and tell me everything; including about an on and off relationship with my brother.
If he's even considered a brother at this point.
Guilt rakes through me at the thought I just had. He might have hurt me. Badly. But he's still my brother. I'm sure he'll come around. All of them will.
Despite kicking me out of the house for being with the man I love.
I still need to tell Aiden that minor detail.
But then again, what if something bad happens to him afterwards. What if I lose him, like I lost mom?
I can't have Aiden leaving me forever.
Think of the devil and he shall appear-I think I just made that phrase up- Aiden enters the kitchen, I watch from my peripheral vision as he walks over to the fridge to get a water bottle. With the darkness in here, I doubt he's seen me yet.
It has it privileges; I can check him out without being noticed. Dressed in just his sweatpants, his back muscles bugle each time he moves. The limited lighting from outside being enough to show me what needs to be seen.
"Amore, I know I'm hot but watching me like a hawk in a dark room kind of creeps me out." His dark voice makes me jump in my seat. With wide eyes, I turn my attention back to the ice filled glass.
"I wasn't watching you," I murmur back, swinging my legs back and forth.
I hear him roam through the fridge for a few more seconds before I feel his presence beside me. Trapping me between himself and the kitchen island, Aiden leans down to my ear, "are you still mad at me?"
His minty breath fans my cheek, making me shiver. The scent of his woodsy shampoo consumes me, "no." My voice comes out sharper than I intended to.
"So that means that you would let me kiss you right now?" He moves his lips closer to mine until he's hovering above them, "like this?" Gripping my chin, he tilts my head to the side and starts off with a single peck.
I kiss him back without hesitation. God. It might have been a few hours, but I missed kissing him. I'm addicted.
"Yes, I would." I answer his rhetorical question. I can tell that me talking catches me off guard, because he stops for a moment before kissing me deeper. This time forcefully parting my mouth with his tongue.
Aiden moves his hand from my chin to my throat, where he gently rubs circles with his thumb. I sigh into the kiss, enjoying the feel of it a little too much.
He parts our lips and starts licking down my neck, possessing me as his like always. Aiden slowly moves between my legs, and once in front of me, it's my turn to trap him between me. With my legs tightly wrapped around his waist, his hands rub up and down my sides.
My heart skips a few beats every time he touches the sides of my breasts. "Ho bisogno di essere dentro di te." He mutters against me and rolls his hips into mine. I flinch when our crotches rub against one another.
(I need to be inside you.)
"But I need you to fuck my face more." Aiden adds. I don't have any idea what he said before that, but he's Aiden so there's no doubt it was something dirty, and even if it wasn't, him whispering in Italian is enough to make my ovaries explode.
"Aiden, please," I breath when his thumb brushes my nipple.
"Paziensa," he speaks with authority. I obey.
(Patience,)
He pulls his hand away from my chest and not even a second later, the ice filled glass I had beside me, lays on the counter, with the ice cubes spread everywhere.
We pull away and look at the mess. Aiden keeps his eyes on the counter. I throw my head back and sigh with closed eyes. Please don't tell me that this destroyed the mood. Please, please, please. Just continue kissing m- my eyes snap open the second I hear fabric get teared apart.
Looking down at myself, I see Aiden looking at my exposed chest. He tilts my head up, so I'm looking into his eyes.
"Can I?" He holds an ice cube between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes shifting between mine fast. His erection pokes me through my panties.
Does he mean...
"Yes."
Nodding, Aiden leans down to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck. My fingers tangle between his hair strands and I pull. He groans into my mouth, the vibrations of his voice feel good against my tongue.
His hand starts up my side once more, this time with the ice cube in it. The ice leaves a trail of water on my hot skin. I lowly moan when Aiden obviously targets my chest with the frozen water.
Slowly, he trails a path of the half melted cube from the outside of my breast down toward the middle. His movements grow smaller, slowly coming closer to my nipple.
I jerk forward and gasp when he places the ice cube on my hard nipple and rubs, erecting it more than before. Aiden disconnects our lips, instead leaning his forehead against mine. His eyes look deep into mine, searching for a reaction.
Aiden slides the melting ice cube across my nipple and between the valley of my breasts.m after giving it a pinch that has my panties pool.
He continues down the middle of my stomach and to my belly button before he somehow manages to leave the ice cube on the counter and get back to my body without notice.
With his mouth placed above my panties, he licks his way up to my throat slowly. His hot tongue a contrast to the cold I felt seconds ago.
Aiden takes his time on my neck like usual. The sounds of his lips, closing and parting slowly on me get hard to ignore. I moan and grip tighter onto him when he bites down on my skin. He passionately licks his way down my body again.
His fingers trail up and under my panties, "stop me if you don't feel comfortable." With a nod of my head, he rips the small fabric off before pulling the shirt off of me too.
I sit naked in front of him and surprisingly I don't feel shy, or insecure like I used to before. The way Aiden looks at me, has me feeling great about myself.
I watch as he kneels before me slowly, his lips not once leaving my skin. His hands trail along, lingering longer on the places his lips didn't.
A gasp leaves my lips when I feel him kissing me on my most sensitive area with ice between his lips. A mix of warmth and cold reaches me.
Aiden grasps my thighs between his hand and parts them.
He bears the cube all the way across my slit. My loud moans fill the kitchen. The ice cube blending with my hot folds. His shoulders get sweaty under my hands, his breathing heavier.
The ice cube falls on the floor, and the cold disappears, instead being replaced by his burning tongue.
I instinctively move to close my legs, from the pleasure he gives me. It's overwhelming me, but his grip around my thighs tightens. It's painful but it gives me pleasureI'm sure it'll leave fingerprints behind, and I have no problem with it. He could bruise me whole if he wanted to.
His name leaves my lips as his tongue thrusts in and out of me. He reaches up to the counter with one hand and grabs what I assume is a half melted ice cube, because next thing I feel is the ice cube encircling my clit and Aiden's thumb rubbing uneven circles on my most sensitive part.
"That feels good?" He says gravelly against my pussy. All I can do is moan in response. My legs start shaking from the pressure applied on my clit. Aiden pulls one of my legs over his shoulder before doing the same to the other.
The new position gives him better access to me. His tongue thrusts deeper inside me, and his fingers move faster against my clit.
It doesn't take long before I orgasm hard around him. And ride my orgasm out on his tongue.
He starts pecking his way up my pussy and stomach, until he lets me taste myself on his lips.
I whimper when he bites down on my lower lip and pulls.
His hands grip my waist, tight. Mine hold onto his biceps. The skin beneath my hands is hot. Too hot. "Do you want to continue?" Aiden asks. I agree without thinking. I don't think I'll ever get tired of him.
With his help, I stand on wobbly legs before getting lifted on the wet kitchen island. The now melted ice water under me raises my temperature more, if possible, despite being cold.
My hands fiddle with the hem of his sweatpants. Once my fingers are inside, I realise that he's naked underneath. Without boxers. I blush deeply as I directly feel his bare skin.
The butterflies in my stomach have a party of their own when Aiden drops his hands to his sides and intently watches me pull his pants down.
My eyes widen at how hard he is. With my eyes locked on his green ones, I wrap my hand around his hard shaft. He flinches at the daring action, his breath hitching in his throat.
"Fuck." Is the first thing Aiden says when I start pumping up and down his cock. He throws his head back and moves closer to me. His hands grip the counter on either side of me, trapping me in.
I suck my lower lip between my teeth while I watch the pleasure form on his face.
Aiden starts rolling his hips as moans and breaths escape his lips.
The pre-cum dropping down on my hands helps me fasten my movements, but they don't last long because Aiden stops abruptly.
I drop my hand, afraid I went too hard but when he pulls me down the counter the only thing I can do is give into his dominance.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my thigh possessively as he throws it over his muscled waist. With one hard thrust, his dick is deep inside me, pushing against all the right spots. "I like to be inside you before I cum, better." He gruffly tells me before pumping inside me harder than before.
I tilt my head back as my moans get hard to control. Aiden holds his grip on my thigh with one hand while the other trails a slow path up my sides until he deliberately cups my breast.
"You feel so good on my dick," he whispers hoarsely in my ear as his pounds grow faster and more aggressive.
He moans loudly when I leave nail marks on his back. The digging of my nails on his skin, probably leaves a burning sensation behind.
"I'm the only man who will ever be inside you. Who will ever feel you like this." He says in between moans. "Promise me, Ry." It's an order.
"Yes, only you."
Aiden rolls my nipple between his fingers. He twists and tugs before locking his lips around it. He sucks hard on my bud all the while holding the fast pace of his hips.
"I love you," he pants before his fingers intertwine themselves around my throat.
I love you too.
I moan instead.
My legs start to shake, my body twitching as I near my peak.
"Cum around my dick." Is the only thing Aiden says. He places his hand between our bodies and rubs my clit, bringing me over the edge.
Coming down from my high, I'm left confused when Aiden pulls out and drops my leg from around him. Doesn't he want to finish? My heart nearly explodes when he roughly grabs my hair, "now get down on your knees. I want to finish in your mouth."
I drop down to my knees, following his order without a second thought. I love when he dominates me like that.
The pulse between my legs appears prominent when I have him in front of me. Locking my eyes with Aiden's I lick his tip, tasting the pre-cum before I slowly take him inside my mouth.
He groans loudly and tightens his grip on my hair when I swirl my tongue around his cock. Slowly, I let go of him and with the help of my saliva, pump him up and down slowly. He jerks my head upwards, "stop teasing and fucking suck."
I do as he says.
Bobbing my head up and down his shaft, as my hand jerks his base. Moans come from deep within my throat, earning groans and tugs from Aiden. His hips start moving. Flinching forward every time I take him into the back of my mouth.
I gag, my eyes almost rolling back from the force.
The pleasure I receive from blowing him though, is something I never thought I would get to experience. Doesn't stuff like this happen in books?
"Oh fuck, baby." Aiden throws his head back. His moves become sloppy. I grow mine faster and no longer after, his hot sperm fills my mouth.
With him watching me from above, I swallow to the very last drop and let him pull out once I'm done.
I lick my lips and stand on my tiptoes. Getting the message, Aiden leans down kisses me passionately. His tongue explores my mouth gently, as his hands lay softly on my butt. "Was I too rough?"
"I liked it, " I murmur against him with a shrug.
"Let's go get cleaned." Aiden says after kissing me one more time. With our fingers intertwined, we walk through the still messy living room, careful to not stamp on our phones that are, unfortunately, still laying on the floor since this morning, and make our way up to his room.
I fill the bathtub up while my girl waits on our bed with sheets wrapped around her naked body.
The relief I feel is fucking huge. I honestly thought that we wouldn't talk to each other for the rest of the day after the explanation I gave her, but here we are, thankfully, about to take a bath together after having fucking in our kitchen.
I don't think I'll ever be able to enter that room again without getting hard.
Images of her looking deep into my eyes while on her knees, with my dick inside her mouth, makes me want to take her, over and over again. Until we're both fucking dead from fucking.
"Aiden is it ready?" Avery's voice brings me out of my thinking.
"Yeah, come." I get in the bathtub, the warm water soothing the stinging scratch marks she left on my back. Oh fuck.
Feathery footsteps are heard before she enters. We lock eyes. I'm prepared for Ry to tell me to turn around, but instead, I'm caught of guard when she drops the sheet from around her and exposes her flawless body to me.
I'm one lucky bastard.
"So fucking beautiful," I say aloud without thinking, causing her to blush. I follow her every movement with my eyes until she gets inside the water before me.
The foam covers all her body, only leaving her collar bones and throat bare. We sit in comfortable silence just enjoying each other's presence. Sadly, I feel something bothering her, and it doesn't take a genius to realise what it is.
"Want to talk?" I ask.
She nods in response. "Come here," spreading my arms and legs. Avery moves in front of me and giggles lightly when I wrap my arms around her higher abdomen and legs around her own.
The way we sit, isn't getting sexualised and I like it so fucking much. This girl has me discovering things even I never thought I would feel.
She had me like cuddles too
"They kicked me out of the house, you know.
" Her saddened voice brings me back to reality.
"I knew their reactions would be bad," Ry shrugs and relaxes against me, her head laying on my shoulder.
"I honestly expected them to beat you up," she giggles.
I playfully slap her thigh, causing the angelic laughter to get harder.
"Yeah, yeah, three against one. Very fair-what would you say right now?" I pretend thinking, "it was funny," I mock a girly voice, swinging imaginary hair back with my hand.
She throws her head back in laughter, "I would never say that." She shakes her head.
Our laughter dies down a little later, "but yeah.
..I didn't think that they would get to the point of kicking me out.
I mean it's my house too. And then, I find out about Xav and Summer," her voice wavers.
I look into her glistening eyes. Avery keeps her gaze lowered, "isn't it hypocritical of him to disown me for being with his best friend-in a serious relationship-" she declares," when in reality he's just fucking around with my best friend too, who also may I add hid it from me.
" Hearing Ry use the word fucking to describe sex, is something unusual, I'm sure that she would use the word sleeping if the situation was different.
A lone tear falls down the side of her eye. I don't think Ry noticed she's crying. Gently, I trace my hand across her collar bone and and up her cheeks, where I wipe the string with my thumb.
I place my lips on her neck as I watch her continue.
"Isn't she supposed to tell me things like this?
I knew that something was going on with someone but I didn't ask her, because I didn't feel like pressuring her into telling me something, was that right or wrong?
Because if I pressured her into telling me I would've known about her and my brother and we wouldn't have all this stuff right now, because then, I would be able to throw it back at his face.
" She rambles before laughter emerges from deep within her throat.
It isn't a humorous laugh, it's an ironic, pain filled one.
"Isn't it ironic that they accept them and not us?
" She throws her hands up, wetting the both of us, "like come on!
We both broke the best friend rule!" Her laughter turns into tears and I soon have my girl turned against me, with her head buried in my neck as her tears fall down my skin, and her quiet sniffles reach my ears.
Once the water turns cold and her body start shaking in my arms, I help her up and get out myself. We both dry ourselves with towels and get dressed in underwear. Ry puts one of my shirts on like always.
I'll never get tired of the sight of her in my shirts. It shows that she belongs to me. Even if we're the only ones to see it.
"I love you, Ry." I mumble tiredly into her neck as I lay half of my body on top of hers. She tugs on my hair gently. Lifting my head I look into her eyes as she inspects every inch of my face. She looks to be thinking about something but she just smiles at my questioning look.
"Goodnight, Aiden."
With a hand on her cheek, I connect our lips.
She'll say it back when she feels it.
Cramps. Period cramps. That's what has me groaning myself awake. With narrowed eyes, I look over at Aiden's side only to find it empty.
With a couple of deep breaths, I stand up on aching legs, but regret it as soon as my eyes land on the red stain, in the place where my butt was on minutes ago. My eyes sting and my nose gets tight as I hold in tears of embarrassment.
It's not like Aiden was unaware of when I was on my period during the five months we've been together.
I just happened to get my period during weekdays, which are the days we see less of each other and now?
It's Sunday. And I live with him. Temporary, but we still live together.
Which means that he'll be with me during the first days of my period, which means that he'll get to see me when I have period cramps.
Fuck me.
Aiden rubbed off his swearing habits on me.
My eyes widen as his footsteps are heard. Without thinking, I jump in the bed, and lay in a starfish position on top of the stain.
Why do I have to make a fool of myself all the time?
"Morning, baby..." He trails his raspy greeting off. "Ry, are you good?" Aiden furrows his eyebrows and moves closer to the bed. My face is sweating. I feel hot under my own skin and I am a hundred percent sure that I am blushing. Hard.
"Ye-" I clear my throat, "yes," the voice crack I just had was terrible. Aiden walks over to his side and lays down before scooting closer to me. He's laying sideways, something he does when he wants to spoon me.
He's too good to be a mafia boss.
"Do you want to cuddle like a normal person would?" I swallow hard at his question. He won't want to cuddle me when he sees the stain I left on his sheets.
Oh my god.
Probably on his mattress, too.
"Why are you crying?"
I don't answer.
"Avery, I swear if your brothers did something I won't hesitate to ki-baby what happened?" The harsh, threatening tone he had gets replaced by a gentle one as soon as a chucked sob leaves my throat. Aiden sits up on the bed and opens his arms wide, expecting me to get in between them.
I just stay in my starfish position.
"Ry, come on, what happened?" I squeeze my eyes shut when tears start rolling down my cheeks.
A weight sets itself on top of me and it doesn't take long to realise that Aiden has me sandwiched between him and the bed.
"Did I do something wrong last night? Did you feel uncomfortable?
Did I do something this morning?" More chocked sob noises leave me at the questions he asks.
The fact that he thinks that he did something wrong pains me.
"I'm just on my period," I wipe the tears away with the back of my hand and open my eyes slowly. Aiden lifts his head from my chest as a look of realisation crosses his face. "And I-" I cut myself off.
"What happened?"
With burning cheeks and a low voice I answer, "I got blood on the sheets," he sighs in relief. Literally sighs.
"Baby, I thought it was something serious, get up and take a shower I'll change them.
" Aiden's words leave me shocked to say the least. I knew he wouldn't be mad, but not even grossed out?
That's what Jason had been when I got my pants stained.
I dissolve all the thoughts of him away.
Aiden doesn't deserve a comparison that low.
I throw my arms around his neck, probably suffocating him against me, "please don't leave me alone." I don't know why I tell him that. I just have to assure myself somehow.
Assure both of us.
Comforting pecks are placed in the crook of my neck, above the hickeys, "I will never leave you alone." Again, my cheeks get stained with tears as my heart clenches with an unknown feeling.
I don't know whether if it's a good or bad one either.
Aiden places his hands on my lower stomach and rubs with his thumbs. It doesn't help with the cramp, but it fills my belly with butterflies.
These moments where we just lay in each other's arms, in this case Aiden on top of me, are probably the moments I enjoy the most.
"Do you have cotton sticks with you?" He suddenly asks. I pause the movement of my fingers on his hair and lift his head up. Aiden stares at me expectantly when I give him quizzical eyes.
"Cotton sticks?" The question is asked slowly, enough to not have any confusions on what he just said.
"The sticks you," he pulls one of his hands up and pumps his forefinger in the air, "put inside to stop the bleeding."
I stare at him, awaiting the serious look on his face to disappear, for his lips to twitch upwards and for his magical laughter to emerge from his throat, but when nothing if that happens to Aiden, it happens to me.
I laugh hard, filling him with confusion.
"Che cosa?"
(What?)
"Do you mean tampons?"
With a roll of his eyes Aiden nods his head, causing me to laugh more. "No I don't have tampons." My voice gets lower as I speak.
"I'll go buy while you shower, do you need something else?" I smile gently at the concern he shows me, "can you get me pads too?"
With a nod of his head, Aiden places a kiss on the tip of my nose and gets off. Standing above me, he holds a hand out but I just reposition myself into a starfish.
"Come on."
No. Please don't make me. The blush appears on my face again.
"Avery." He warns.
I shake my head, "go bring the new sheets and I'll take these ones off." I swallow hard.
Now it's Aiden's turn to shake his head. With a sigh, I slowly stand up, leaving the red stain uncovered. My eyes search Aiden's face. He doesn't even look that way, his eyes keep roaming my body up and down.
I feel like crying.
He pulls me in close by my waist, "adoro quando sei vestita con i miei vestiti."
(I love when you're dressed in my clothes.)
I tilt my head from side to side a few times, clearly not understanding what he just said and definitely not trying to understand either. "Si."
Aiden laughs breathily at my pointless agreement and guides me into the bathroom. Once he leaves, I undress myself and discard all my clothes into the dirty basket before entering the steamy shower.
The water cascades over my body, somehow soothing my sore limbs and aching stomach.
.....
A/n
I'm human and I got a writers block, plus I went to a party and.
.. yeah. I am sorry for not posting the chapter on time guys, I'm still overseas (on vacation) and I'm trying to enjoy the last days here as much as I can, so spare me.
All the chapters written, while I've been on vacation are to be edited AS SOON AS I get back home.
It's been hard to write someplace other than my room ( I think it has to do with habits and stuff ) but as soon as back home I'll be back here for good as well.