Chapter 23
At first, I can admit, I may have been a little mesmerized staring at Aaron’s beautiful cock and body on display. His tan, muscled body, still dripping wet from the shower. His cock, his deliciously shaped cock, curved at just the right angle to make sure he could hit all the right spots. Memories from the night he fucked me flood my mind, making me consider giving it another go.
“Shit!”
he shouts, as my foot side sweeps from under him, causing him to crash on the floor next to me. I bust into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, Aaron laying next to me, groaning and rubbing the back of his head.
“Ooopsie. My bad,”
I say, even though I don’t mean an ounce of the sincerity I insert into my voice.
“Yeah…your fucking bad alright,”
he growls, tackling me from where he’s at on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing? Get off me,”
I screech, kicking my legs, throwing my body from side to side, trying to get out from under him. It does no good. As soon as he’s on top of me he has my wrists trapped under his hands above my head.
“Tsk tsk Cea…if you’re going to have the balls to act like a bitch in my own home, you better have the balls to back it up Princess.”
He’s hovering over me, an arrogant smile on his face.
“I don’t need balls asshole,”
I snarl, throwing my knee into his. “When I have a cunt that is ten times stronger,” I say, shoving Aaron off me as he clutches his manhood, pain etched on his face.
I get up, taking off in a sprint for the front door. I don’t get two feet away before a body attacks me from behind causing us both to fall once again to the ground.
“You are really getting on my goddamn nerves,”
I half groan half shout, the wind knocked out of my chest.
His hips press into my ass, his wet chest on top of my back. I gasp when I feel his hand in my hair, jerking my head back so he can look in my eyes.
“You really should learn some manners, Princess,”
his voice grumbles, his hand taking a hold of my throat.
“And you should really learn to respect a woman,”
I grunt, still trying to escape his hold.
“Well, when I see a woman worth respecting, I’ll be sure to do that.”
How dare this bastard. Anger takes over, and I buck my hips rough and hard. Aaron loses his balance, tumbling to the side of me. I hurriedly get to my feet, placing my bare foot on the top of his chest, closely to his throat.
“You got a lot of fucking nerve,”
I snap, pressing my foot in harder. “Do you think I asked to fucking be here? Because, I can promise you, I sure the fuck did not. My life was fine and dandy until you two came crashing into it!”
He squints his eyes at me, trying to calculate my next move as he grabs my ankle and pulls, causing me to land on top of him. Both letting out a gasp from the impact.
We’re chest to chest, him staring into my eyes. “Why do you have to be so damn beautiful, when I’m trying so hard to hate you?”
he whispers.
I get lost in his deep blues “Why do you have to hate me?”
I feel lost, confused, and so damn turned on right now. Jesus, maybe I do need to see a therapist.
“Because you have the full attention of the one person I love most in the world. I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle that.”
Vulnerability fills his voice, sadness coating his eyes.
A wave of guilt crashes through me and for once, I actually want to comfort Aaron and tell him it’s all going to be okay.
I reach my hand up to cup his face, my thumb rubbing soothingly up and down his cheek bone.
“Aaron, this isn’t a competition. He loves you. I see the way he looks at you. I wish I had someone who looked at me like that,”
I confess.
Aaron’s eyes survey me, looking for the lie, but he won’t find one.
“Then you must be blind, because he looks at you like you hung the moon, Princess.”
I am speechless. Aaron’s lips claim mine, his tongue sneaking through gaining access. Our tongues fight for dominance, swirling and tangling as if they’re in a dance all on their own. I give Aaron full control, because let’s be so fucking for real right now, I am so tired of fighting.
Aaron devours me, his kiss full of dominance and passion. Almost exactly how Blaze kisses me, but also completely different. A moan slips into his mouth when I feel his groin press into me, his hard cock rubbing against my clit over my short sleep shorts. If it wasn’t for the leftover remains from Blaze’s DNA last night, I would believe I’m a starving woman, who hasn’t had sex in decades.
Aaron suddenly breaks away, jumping to his feet, snatching me in his arms. My legs swiftly go around his hips, our lips fusing together once more. I can’t get enough of him. One minute we’re fighting like we’re in a pro-wrestling match and the next I’m dying for my next hit. It may be toxic, but who doesn’t like a little bit of toxicity in their life.
He marches us to a bedroom, and I break our kiss to look around, realizing we must be in his room. He throws me onto the bed, my ass stinging in the spot I was shot last night.
Aaron climbs on the bed, getting between my knees. I can feel my pierced nipples harden under my tank top and my core aching, begging for him to touch her. I drag my hands, rubbing them along my body, up my hips, around my breast, giving them both a squeeze. Eventually putting them above my head, eyeing Aaron, waiting on his next move. I watch as his tongue darts out, licking his lip before he pulls it into his mouth to bite it. If eyes could cause fire, I would be burnt to a crisp right now.
“Are you sure?”
I’m taken back from his question, the act so gentlemanly. When the fuck did he learn to be a gentleman? Okay, enough questions Cea. Fuck this man before he changes his mind. I nod my head.
“Yes. Yes, I’m sure. I want you. Now.”
He wastes no time, gripping my top in the middle of my chest, shredding it straight down the middle.
Dammit to hell, there’s something about a man showing his strength and power, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say Aaron’s dominance right now has me ready to flood all Heaven’s gates. Noah’s going to need two arcs for this flood.
My shirt is thrown to the side, Aaron quickly moving to do the same to my underwear. Every piece of my clothing is now shredded and as I look up at Aaron, I can’t tell if his eyes are full of hate or passion, but at the end of the day aren’t they basically the same?
One tied into the other, growing some type of attachment that people today like to call love. Honestly, I don’t give a damn. At this moment, I just want our bodies to become one, bringing one another to a universe of pure bliss. We can worry about the aftermath when we’ve come down from the high.
He dives in, his mouth latching onto my throat, sucking so hard I know he’s going to leave a mark. He grips my throat, applying enough pressure to send butterflies to my clit. His cock grinds into my core, rubbing against my clit, causing the wetness already forming to spread.
“Please…fuck…me,” I pant.
Aaron lets out a low chuckle. “Don’t you worry sweetheart. If no man has ever made you feel like you reached heaven before, I will.”
Aaron rolls his hips into me once more, his thumb and forefinger adding just enough pressure around my throat to make me feel like I’m seeing stars. He licks up the side of my jaw before pushing his tongue into my mouth, slowly sliding his length into me.
“Oh, fuck,”
I moan, feeling his cock stretch me so sweetly, I’m surprised my eyes haven’t rolled into the back of my head.
“You like that baby?”
he asks, gliding his cock quicker and harder into me.
“God yes. Please don’t stop,”
I beg, my nails clawing down his back. His pace picks up, the curve of his cock hitting my G-spot sending me into a frenzy.
“This has to be one of the best pussies I’ve ever had the pleasure of being in,”
he mumbles, his thumb reaching down between us to rub on my clit.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, the way he’s fucking me, the perfect pace he has on my clit. He wasn’t lying. He might actually make me believe I’ve seen heaven.
“Come for me, Cea. Let your screams be music to my ears baby.”
That does it. I’m over the cusp. My pussy clenches around Aaron’s cock, coating him in every inch of the pleasure I release.
I’m floating on cloud nine when I hear Aaron’s grunts and moans fill my ears, his seed coating my walls. Thank God I’m on birth control, but I can’t find an ounce of me that knows better than to be this reckless right now.
“Shit Aaron…can we do that again,”
I pant, coming down.
He’s lying on the side of me, one of his legs still on top of mine. Grabbing my chin, he drags it his way, looking into my eyes. “We can do whatever, whenever you want, baby,”
he says, placing a kiss on my forehead.
I sigh in contentment. “I need to shower,”
I giggle, rolling off the bed to head to the bathroom.
I hear Aaron rustling after me, following me. I quickly turn on the shower, gazing at myself in the mirror. A delightful blush coats my cheeks, along with the wild hair from the amazing sex including a big smile I can’t contain on my face. I close my eyes, swaying and humming to myself when I hear Aaron’s footsteps enter the bathroom.
I feel his heat press against my back when he comes up behind me, still too relaxed to open my eyes, but I grow nervous when he doesn’t touch me or says anything.
“Aaron?”
A strong grip forms on my hips, pushing my ass out and me to bend over. “What the fuck?”
I hear the words flowing through my ears, before the urgency in them becomes clear.
“What?”
I ask, my eyes flying open, anxiety spiking.
Aaron’s grip becomes tighter, on the verge of pain, tight enough to leave a mark. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
My worrisome overrides his hold on me and I shoot up, turning around to face him, disbelief written across his face.
“What is your problem?”
I ask, not sure how we went from being so drunk in lust to him having a full-blown panic attack.
“Don’t act like you didn’t fucking know,”
he spits. “The least you could do is respect me Cea.”
What the hell is he talking about?
“I don’t have a clue what you're talking about,”
I argue, gripping his forearms, forcing him to look at my face so he can see how serious I am.
“Don’t stand there after we just…whatever the hell we just did and tell me you didn’t know Blaze tattooed his name on you!”
I can’t breathe. He did what?
Tears form in my eyes, I twirl around, eyeing my ass in the mirror. Every positive emotion I was just feeling flees my body. Surely, he’s lost his mind. There’s no way Blaze tattooed his name on me without my permission. But there it is plain as day.
“Don’t play dumb with me Cea. I may be a lot of things. A bastard. A jackass. A son of a bitch, but a dumbass isn’t one of them.”
Aaron releases me from his hold, turning away to head out of the bathroom and I quickly grab him, pulling him back to face me.
“Aaron, I swear, I didn’t know he did that.”
Sweat beads my hairline. I can feel the panic setting in, praying to any god listening that he believes I’m telling him the truth.
“You didn’t know, huh?”
Aaron asks, getting eye level with me. “You’re telling me you had no clue a needle was stabbing your ass, Princess.” He glares at me, daring me to lie again so he can rip a new one into me, except I’m being honest.
My eyes observe my body again, starting from my head, working my way lower down south.
I’m at the top of my hips, slowly moving down and when I see it once more I’m frozen. This is real.
Every ounce of breath I contain leaves my body. I feel light-headed, dizzy, and if it wasn’t for Aaron standing against me, I worry I might actually hit the ground again.
“No, no no,”
I whisper, scrutinizing the new tattoo inked on my body. “He couldn’t have really done this,” I whisper. “Could he?”
There’s a black heart inked onto my ass where I was shot. The lines intercrossed, giving it a newer look. In the middle, in blood red is “Blaze.”
I seriously cannot believe this. Tears stream down my face. Anger at the fact that I had no say over my body and what was allowed to be done to it. I look at the tattoo for a few minutes before meeting Aaron’s eyes in the mirror.
“I know Blaze’s work anywhere and that is definitely real. Maybe you didn’t know. Maybe you did. That doesn’t mean I have to stand her and look stupid, putting up with both of your bullshit,” he snaps.
Seeing the hurt and anger in his face, I swiftly spin around, gripping Aaron’s face into my hands, pulling him close to me.
“Look, I know we’ve had our problems, but I swear to you, I had no clue he did this! I am just as pissed off as you are. We will get to the bottom of this together, I swear.”
My eyes burn into Aaron’s, praying he believes me.
I know as soon as he gives in.
He nods, wrapping me in his arms. “Okay…okay, I’ll trust you.”
He kisses the top of my head before letting go once more.
“Thank you. I promise I don’t know how this happened.”
Aaron stares into my eyes. “I don’t know why, but I know you’re telling me the truth. I also don’t know why I'm acting like a jealous ass. Why does it even matter?”
“Because you care,”
I say, gently holding his face in my palm. “That’s okay. I’m glad you can show this side of you. It shows me that you can be more than the asshole bastard you portray yourself as,” I tease to lighten the mood. “But I’m telling you this was done without my knowledge. Don’t let it come between whatever connection we just formed.”
I can feel the tears filling my eyes, terrified we might lose this moment, lose everything we literally just fought for.
Aaron grabs the back of my head, pulling me in close. “We’re good baby…I’m not going anywhere.”
A sigh of relief leaves me, and I press my forehead into Aaron’s chest soaking in all of his affection.
“Thank you,”
I whisper.
“Anything for you doll.”
Aaron tips my chin up, his lips meeting mine in a sweet caress.
I’m not sure when Blaze had the nerve to tattoo his name onto my body, although I’m sure it was when I was knocked unconscious, but he is going to have fucking hell to pay. Blaze Valentino is fucking dead.
But for now, I’ll enjoy my time getting to know Aaron better. He’s the only thing I want to focus on right now. I wrap my arms tighter around him, holding him close.