Chapter 25
The anger on their face is clear. I guess they found Cea’s new tattoo and bonded over it.
Cea has one hand on her hip, the other balled into a fist. I wish the sight of her visibly upset would tame the boner I’m currently sporting, but it does the complete opposite. In fact, I can currently feel it slowly getting harder. I move a hand to cover the bulge. I just know they’re going to want me to take this serious, even if I am currently getting hard enough to fuck straight through a brick wall.
“Seems you guys are finally getting along,”
I offer, adding in a lightness to my voice. The air is so thick with tension, I could cut it with a butter-knife.
“Oh, we’re getting along just fine, don’t worry about us. What you should however be worried about is the ass whooping I’m about to give you. That is if I don’t kill you first,”
she mouths off.
I wince at how pissed off she is then flick my eyes to Aaron’s, pleading for some kind of assistance.
“Fuck no. Don’t look at me. I’m as mad as she is,”
he retorts.
“Oh come on. I told you I had to go to work. You can’t still be mad about that.”
“That has nothing to do with the reason I’m mad and the fact that you can’t think of a reason on why else I would be mad is exactly why I’m pissed.”
Aaron’s words hit me in the chest. He’s never been this furious with me, I’m not sure how to handle it.
“Okay, well I’m going to go to the spare room and calm down before I do something I regret,”
Cea says, stalking off.
“But, baby wai—”
Cea spins around, a scowl on her face, stomping toward me.
She begins poking me in the chest, her cheeks turning crimson.
“Oh don’t you dare fucking baby me, asshole. Whatever Aaron has to say, you need to fucking listen to. You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you right between the eyes when you walked through the door.”
“But—”
Cea’s glare sharpens, causing me to shut right back up.
“I’m. Going. Alone. If you follow me, I can’t promise I won’t cut your dick off with children’s scissors and sew it into your asshole. I mean it,”
she grits.
That quickly deflates my cock, almost making it shrivel into itself. She’s fucking psycho. I like it. I watch her ass retreat to the bedroom then turn to focus back on Aaron.
“Whatever I did, I’m sorry,”
I say walking toward him.
He puts his hand up to stop me.
“Don’t…just don’t. I can’t handle you saying anything else you don’t really mean.”
My jaw drops, his words ripping my heart right open. Where the hell is this coming from? How can he think I don’t mean everything I say? He knows me better than any other person alive on this planet.
I grab his hand, bringing him into me. Once we’re close enough to touch, I grab his face with my hands, forcing him to look at me.
“A, how can you say that? Of course I mean everything I say to you,”
I say, our lips almost touching, but not quite.
He averts his eyes and I can see his waterline forming tears and I know right then and there I would do anything to take all his pain and sadness away.
“You branded her Blaze. Fucking claimed and marked her as yours. I can’t even get you to keep the promise of one afternoon with me, yet you go and fucking tattoo her skin with your name? How else am I supposed to feel other than unimportant?”
“Look at me, A.”
He doesn’t move a muscle, keeping his eyes to the floor on his left.
“Baby, please look at me.”
Aaron finally relents, bringing his eyes back to mine.
“I didn’t do that to hurt you,”
I utter, getting a firmer grip on his cheek, pulling him closer.
“Well you sure as fuck didn’t think about me either,”
he mumbles. “I mean after everything we’ve been through together. I was there for you through your lowest of lows. Always answer your calls. I never get angry when you eventually leave, traveling and doing whatever it is you do.”
He grabs fists full of his hair, the aggravation and hurt pouring off him. “You’re so fucking hush hush about your job, but I try to respect your boundaries.
I give you time and space when you need it. I don’t ask too many questions. I drop everything I’m doing if you need me too. I do all of these things because I fucking love you.” He throws his hands out to his sides, taking a step back from me.
“I guess some sad part of me hoped you felt the same.”
His words end in a whisper, the tears in his eyes finally falling. Aaron swiftly reaches up and swipes it away, probably praying I didn’t see it. But I did. I always do. I see everything when it comes to Aaron.
“I do fucking love you.”
I pull him back toward me, bringing my forehead rests on his, his blue eyes peering into my soul, unshed tears still barely hanging on.
“You wanna know why I hadn’t tattooed my name on you?”
I stroke his cheek with my thumb, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips.
“Firstly, I never needed to physically mark you, because we will always be engraved into each other's hearts and souls after what we both went through. No one and I do mean NO ONE, could have helped me through that trauma the way you did. Secondly, you’re already marked on my skin. So, whether I marked you or not, we would always belong to each other.”
Aarons eyes go wide at my confession.
“I don’t believe you,”
he whispers.
I nod my head, sticking my tongue into the side of my cheek, backing up a step. “Okay, I’ll show you.”
“Do what?”
“Come with me.”
I grab his hand, dragging him behind me toward the bathroom.
Once in there, I get out a razor, handing it to Aaron while I begin taking off my pants and underwear.
“What are you doing?”
His eyes look bewildered, holding the razor like he’s never seen one before.
“Shave me.”
I look at him, making sure he sees the sincerity on my face.
“You're joking right now.”
He begins to turn toward back toward the door. I grab him by the wrist bringing him to face me. Threading my fingers in his air, I stare into his eyes.
“This isn’t a joke. Shave me baby.”
I place a kiss on his forehead, then release him.
I stand next to the sink, turning the faucet on while Aaron grabs the shaving cream. He spreads the shaving cream around my pubic area and then begins shaving. He starts from my left side working to my right, making sure to erase any trace of hair.
“When did you do that?”
He gasps, his face a mixture of awe and shock. I look down to see he found the A I had tattooed to the right of my cock.
“Two years after the incident. We had been through so much. I knew there would never be another man for me. I knew you would always be mine. I just wanted to put the reminder on my body for when I was on the road. It helps me feel less alone, like you’re always with me.”
“Blaze…”
“So, yes I love you Aaron Wilder. So damn much. I’m so sorry I ever made you second guess my feelings for you, because they were always there. I can’t promise I won’t get called out on jobs, but I can swear that you will always have me. A part of me will always belong to you.”
“The other part of you belongs to Cea?”
he asks. But he doesn’t look upset at the thought. He looks genuinely curious. Since we’re already being honest, I might as well tell him the whole truth.
“Yes. I love both of you. I’ve always felt like something was missing after losing Ryan. Like the hole in my heart where she was could never be repaired. Although nothing could ever replace her, Cea makes breathing a hell of a lot easier. She helps me see the world in colors I haven’t seen in a long time. I want both of you to be mine, A. I meant it when I said you would be mine. There will never be anyone else for me. This is it.”
Aaron studies me for a second, probably trying to think of exactly what he wants to say. Grabbing me by the hand and interlacing our fingers, he places the most gentle kiss on my lips.
“I can see the appeal honestly. I think I may care about her too, but as long as you're happy so am I.”
I must look as surprised as I feel because Aaron lets out a low chuckle.
“Really?”
I ask. “Am I dreaming?”
Aaron bursts out laughing even louder. “Yes really and no you're not dreaming, baby. I want this too. I want us. But you’ve got a lot of ass kissing to do after the stunt you pulled.”
“Yeah, I know I do.”
“It’s fine, you can go talk to her if you want,”
Aaron offers. A satisfied smile on his face.
“I will later. I promised you tonight. And I intend to keep that promise,”
I growl, crashing my lips to his.
“Are you sure?”
He breaks away, trying to catch his breath.
“Hell yeah, I’m sure. Now go to the bedroom. I’ve got dirty, dirty plans for you.”