Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Aaron
I am still reeling from last night as I roll in Kendall’s direction and the tattoo down the center of her back is facing me. I fight the urge to reach out and trace my finger over the design.
She is incredible, in every sense of the word. She makes me feel so alive.
Memories of last night fill my mind. The way she moved beneath me, taking me over and over chasing me for more.
I roll over, and reach around her, sliding my palm over her stomach. Lower and lower, her legs part and I know she is thinking the same thing I am.
More!
Applying pressure to her clit I dip lower and push my finger inside of her. Immediately those hips of hers start the torturous rotation and I bite her shoulder. Pulling my hand free I hurry to replace my finger and her heat surrounds me, squeezing me tight.
“The sun isn’t even up yet.” She acts if she is complaining but her body screams something completely different.
“Got to be on a job site at seven.”
“You are going to be late,” she says as she pulls forward and instantly I miss her snug heat.
Turning around, she pushes my chest and I fall to my back. Crawling over me, she takes my hardness in her once more and wastes no time. I watch her move, watch as I sink inside of her again and again. I am so lost in the way we fit.
“Fuck woman,” I growl, pressing my thumb to her clit as she moves.
She bites her lip and cups her tits in her hands giving them a gentle squeeze.
Pinching her nipples she pulls and I start shifting my hips upward driving into her as deep as I can.
She moans, placing her palms to my chest and meeting me thrust for thrust.
I could feel her tightening around me, building toward her release.
I wasn’t ready for it to end, but damn this woman makes it hard to remain in control. I’ve met my match, she is so responsive and hungry, and I love every single second of it.
“Yes,” she gasps, and instantly she begins to pulsate around me. Unable to hold back I fill her and she continues to ride out her orgasm. Her sweet body slows to a gentle rock and her fingernails dig into my chest.
“Good morning,” I whisper with a smile when she finally opens her eyes and looks at me.
“It was alright,” she taunts me and I know she is full of shit. Her trembling body says otherwise and I love that I can do this to her. Tremors of pleasure slowly run through her until she slouches forward and lays her chest to mine. “You should probably get ready to go to work.”
“Woman shut the hell up and let me regain the feelings in my legs.”
I feel her body shift against mine with laughter and I wrap my arms around hers, holding her close.
This, though I won’t say it aloud for feel of scaring the hell out of her, it’s the perfect kind of morning. Me holding her and her letting me.
“I need you to go over to the warehouse and check the shipment for the apartment complex,” my dad says when I pick up the phone. “I think they screwed up and delivered the wrong shit to the wrong job. This new trucking company is killing us.”
The trusses and large lumber orders are being delivered by a new company hired by the lumberyard we order from. They’ve managed to screw up every order we’ve placed over the last three months.
“Bennett says we have half of what we need and I’m thinking what we are missing is at the warehouse on the truck they are trying to unload there.”
“I’m about ten minutes out,” I tell him.
“Where were ya last night?”
“You keeping tabs on my movements?” I ask as I turn my truck around and start heading back in the opposite direction.
“Not me, but your ma noticed there was no movement at your place. I told her you were a little too old for her to be checking in on ya. But you know your mother.”
“Just hanging out with a friend.”
“Anyone I know?”
“Yeah, you know her, but I’m still not telling. Not yet anyway, don’t want to jinx it. We’ll see how things go, then I’ll fill ya in.”
“Fair enough,” he says. “Let me know what you find out once you get there.” We end the call and I toss my phone over into the passenger seat.
When I pull up to the warehouse I find Rory standing at the side of the truck with his hands on his hip staring up at the driver. He looks irritated.
“This shit goes to the job site at the east side of town. The same job site you just dropped half the shit off at, but decided to waste all our time bringing the remaining here.”
“What’s going on?”
“What’s going on it my five-year-old son could do a better fucking job at keeping this shit straighter than these dumbasses do.
How fucking hard is it? One load, and it all goes to one fucking place.
One place, Aaron. Jesus fuck!” He throws his hands up in the air and takes a walk to cool down.
I swear he has fire shooting out of his ears.
Living with Adley has really got him wired to snap.
I chuckle as he starts rambling out walking toward the other side of the warehouse.
“Give me your boss’s number,” I say, turning back to the asshole still sitting up in his truck.
“He’s off today.”
“Okay then I guess I’ll call your boss’s boss.” I pull out my phone and the guy’s eyes widen.
“No wait,” he interrupts me and I pause. “The manifest says two deliveries, so it’s fucked up. But just tell me where it goes and I’ll get it there.”
“The apartment complex on Western.” He nods. “It all goes there.”
I step back and wait as he backs out the truck and turns onto the main road. A few minutes later Rory rejoins me and I watch him. He’s wound so tight I swear he’s on the verge of snapping.
“Want to share?”
“Adley cut me off,” he says through gritted teeth. “She says if we withhold sex it will mean more when we get married.”
“When are you getting married?” I ask, not remembering hearing anything about an engagement.
“We aren’t even engaged,” he says and his face gets red. “It could be months before I get any and she’s taunting me walking around wearing little to nothing. It’s torture and I feel like I’m hanging on by my fingertips. I’ve taking up axe throwing.”
“What?” I laugh.
“I have to do something to relieve the tension. I swear I might kill her.”
“Or you’ll kill each other.”
“Yes,” he nods, “that.”
He says nothing more before spinning on his heels and walking back to his truck still idling a few feet away.
I grab my phone and dial Kendall’s phone number and wait for her to answer.
“No we are not having beer or pizza and you cannot spend the night again.”
“You know your body is still humming from our little sleepover.”
“You really like to build yourself up don’t you.”
“Babe I don’t have to build myself up, your body tells me all the things you won’t.”
“What do you want?” she asks, completely ignoring my comment.
“Talk to your friend, she seems to be torturing Rory and I think his head is about to explode.”
“Please the two of them are always torturing one another.” I picture her rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, but she’s holding back until they get married.”
“Excuse me?”
“Exactly.” I chuckle. “Just help the guy out and instead of me coming over to your place I think you should come over to mine, sevenish.”
“I have plans,” she states.
“I know you do, with me. See you at seven.”
I end the call and she attempts to call me back, though I ignore her call and leave her messages unread. She may or may not show, we will have to wait and see.