Chapter 22
Making my way toward the kitchen, the smell of coffee wafting in the air has my mouth watering. It’s too damn early to be awake already. My clock said 6:05 am when I rolled out of bed. It seemed pointless to try to go back to sleep when I tossed and turned all damn night knowing Blaze was in the house and should have been sleeping with me.
But he was in fact not sleeping with me. He was in the other room, his body no doubt tangled in the sheets with his precious ‘Cea.’
My eyes go red with rage just thinking of it. As much as I’m attracted to her, it severely pisses me off thinking he’s choosing her over me. Where the hell was she when his life was going to shit or he was falling apart. I can tell you where she wasn’t and it sure as hell wasn’t by his side.
I enter the kitchen to Blaze standing near the coffee pot, a cup of coffee already at his lips. He looks at me over the mug, the steam evaporating in front of his face. Standing there in one of his usual black shirts, black jeans, and combat boots. His hazel eyes pin me to the spot, eyeing my half naked form.
I’m instantly on edge. Why the fuck is he dressed like he’s about to head out.
“Are you going somewhere?”
I ask, trying to keep myself from making assumptions.
Blaze sets his coffee down, leaning back against the counter, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his head. “About that,”
he says, bringing his arm back down and taking a step closer to me.
“Oh for fucks sake. You cannot be serious right now?”
I don’t know why I ever get my hopes up.
“Babe, I’m sorry,”
he says, making his way toward me.
“I don’t even know why I thought you meant it when you said we would have today together. Obviously, I’m not as important as you like to make me believe.”
I go to turn around, ignoring the coffee I originally came down for in the first place. But as I’m rounding the corner, I’m grabbed from the back of the neck and slammed on to the couch to the side of me. His groin presses into me, his chest covering my back. He lowers his head toward my ear and a rush of excitement fills me from this close contact. God, I’ve missed him.
“You’re going to listen to what the fuck I have to say and you’re going to listen good. Nod your head if you understand.”
I don’t nod, I won’t give him that satisfaction. Not after he chose her. I stay bent over, thrashing a little under his control. Attempting to get out of his hold. How is he so damn strong?
Blazes releases his hold on my neck, only to fist my hair, jerking my head back. I wince with the pull, but I won’t deny the thrill I feel from getting another taste of his dominant side. His lips are back at my ear, the hair on the back of my neck raises.
“I said, do you understand, Aaron?”
I relent, giving in, nodding my head like he asked, more like demanded.
“Good boy,”
his rough voice hisses. He takes his free hand, shoving it down my pants, taking my cock in his hand, squeezing slightly. My cock instantly hardens, begging for him to move his hand, begging for him to give it the attention it so desperately craves. He hisses. “No underwear?”
I close my eyes, when he tightens his hold a bit more. “You know I don’t wear them to bed.”
Blaze buries his face into my neck, licking up the side, before reaching my ear. He takes the lobe in his mouth, pulling on it with his tongue and teeth, then releases.
“I mean every word I ever fucking say to you. Don’t you ever second guess or question my love or loyalty to you Aaron Wilder.”
A whimper leaves my mouth, when his hand moves in one long, fluid stroke. Blaze pushes harder into me, allowing me to feel his hardened bulge.
I’m not sure if it’s from having me at his mercy, the panting he's causing me to do, or just from having my cock in his hand. I’m not sure I really give a damn either.
“I got called in for a job, but I can promise you I will be back by tonight to make it up to you. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t know what universe you’re in baby,”
he says, growling into my ear.
My cock jerks in his hand, Blaze lets out a groan picking up his movements. His fist tightens, pre-cum spilling over the head, leaking onto his hands.
His hips grind into me, looking for as much of a release as I am.
“Tell me you understand. Tell me you’ll be here waiting when I get back?”
Blaze asks, taking his thumb and spreading the liquid leaking from my cock all over, before going back to stroke.
I let out a moan, unable to form a word, let alone two. His hands quickly stop it’s movement.
“Fuck, please don’t stop,”
I plead, needing him to finish this more than I need my next breath.
“Then I suggest you answer me, before I leave you with the deepest shade of blue balls. You’ll think your cock has already fallen off.”
I gulp at that statement. “Yes. Yes, I understand. I’ll be here waiting. I promise. Just please for the love of God finish what you’ve started.”
Blaze’s grip goes firm once more, tightening around my length and I let out a whimper of satisfaction.
“Good boy,”
he growls.
I’m a panting hot mess, bent over the back of this couch, completely at his mercy, like a good little whore.
“Fuck your hand feels so good, don’t stop Daddy,” I beg.
“I can feel your pre-cum leaking all over my hand. Are you going to cum good and hard for me, baby?”
Blaze’s deep voice and words send me spiraling. Just hearing him call me baby has me ready to jump over the edge into oblivion.
“Fuck,”
I shout, my hot liquid covering his hand. I would start to worry I’m not going to be able to stop coming from how much I can feel spilling out, but I’m too drunk on the ecstasy of him to actually give a damn.
Blaze eventually releases me, swiftly turning me around and crowding me again. I gaze up at him, still trying to catch my breath. He brings the hand he used to jerk me off up between us and I watch as he studies the substance covering his fingers.
“Open,”
he demands.
My mouth isn’t even fully ajar when Blaze thrusts his finger in, coating my tongue in the mess I made.
“Be a good boy and clean me up baby.”
I close my mouth, swirling my tongue around his digit, making sure to suck every inch of it.
I’m easily getting turned on again, but Blaze pulls his finger away once he’s satisfied.
“I promise I’ll be back for you later,”
he whispers, placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth than he’s out the door.
“God give me strength,”
I groan as I make my way to the bathroom to clean up the mess that I am. Foregoing the coffee that has been screaming my name since I came to this part of the house, I decide I might as well take a shower.
I turn the water on, waiting for it to get to just the right temperature. I don’t like scalding, like some of these crazy women. I’m not trying to burn my skin off. I don’t worry about grabbing my clothes even if Cea is in the house. I’m not going to make myself uncomfortable, just to try to help make herself feel at home. If anything, I wish she’d leave.
Hopping in the shower, I instantly begin to relax the warm water touching my skin, sending my muscles into a puddly mess. A sigh escapes me, as I grab my , massaging it into my body. A citrus woodsy scent with notes of lavender and pepper fill the air.
Finished, I grab a black towel from the cabinet, wrapping it around my waist, leaving my hair wet and dripping. I open the door, stepping into the hallway as a body slams into me. They must slip, because the next thing I know, they’re falling. I watch in slow motion as their hand tries to grab onto anything to catch their fall. My towel dragged off my body and fell onto the floor with them.
I look down to see a startled Cea, laying flat on her ass staring up at me. The shock quickly wears off as her face transitions into her natural bitchy glare. A smirk teases my lips, the moment too good to pass up.
“What the fuck, asshole?”
she shouts.
I lean against the doorway, my body not shying away or recoiling from being under her stare. In fact, my cock is already starting to chipper up at new attention. Shit.
“You know, I would say watch where you’re going, but I think you’re right where you need to be.”
She scowls “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
I take a second, examining her from head to toe. “On the ground, at my feet, beneath me. Any of those three will do,”
I say smoothly, her face getting redder and angrier. “Shit!”