Chapter 9 Aiden
AIDEN
My ass. Oh my god, my ass.
I buried my face in the pillow and wished I hadn’t moved.
I was the experienced one with butt sex.
Why hadn’t I used the little sense I had not to push Jackson’s buttons last night?
Somewhere between bouts of passionate sex that wrung climax after climax out of me, I should have known that this morning my body would hate me.
The last time we’d had sex, he’d fucked me with his cock, but before that he’d retrieved a bottle of beer from the fridge.
After guzzling it down, in my haze of lust, I’d asked him for the bottle.
We’d both had fun as he fucked me with the beer bottle. He’d insisted on using oil to soften my ass. A good fucking thing, given I’d have to stay in bed all damn day. Thank fuck we didn’t have anywhere else to be.
All things considered, I wouldn’t have changed a thing about last night. The aches and pain in my body were a necessary consequence of the high I’d felt. No one ever made me feel that good in bed. Not any of my numerous partners.
“What’re you grinning at?” The bed dipped, and I cracked my eyes open. Jackson was sitting next to me. He palmed my ass cheeks and spread them. “Tsk. Tsk. Look how swollen you are. Yet you can still smile like that?”
“Hmm. I’m a happy boy. Want to kiss it better, Daddy?”
“If I do, I’m going to be tempted to fuck you again. You really need a break. Last night was rough on you.”
“Hmm.” I stretched my legs, baring myself for his eyes, and wriggled my ass.
“I like it rough.” Tilting my head back, I winked at him.
“But I especially loved when you treated me like a sissy. Tell you what? When we get back home and I can wear my bra and panties again, we can role-play that even better.”
Jackson’s face paled. Shit. I smacked my mouth. Why had I brought up going back home? How could this continue when he had a wife waiting for him to return?
My mother.
“She cheated on you!” I blurted out.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t want to lose him and what we’d discovered on this trip. The petty bitch that lived inside of me wasn’t sorry, though. The malicious energy inside me wanted to destroy anyone and anything that stood in my way of being with him.
“What?” he asked.
“Mom had an affair when you were deployed.”
He sighed. “I know.”
“Oh.” Now what? I’d thought he would hate her. Then he wouldn’t feel bad about us fucking and wouldn’t want to end it. “See, you have nothing to feel guilty about. She fucks around, and you do the same.”
“It’s not the same, though. I’m sleeping with her son.”
“So what? It’s not like you’re my biological father who’s gonna knock me up, and we have a kid we’ll have to answer to the world for.”
“It’s not just the worry about mixing bloodlines. It’s the moral issues.”
“Phew. You used to kill people for a living. Surely sleeping with your stepson isn’t that bad.”
“Jesus.” But he laughed. “Did you always have a sense of humor?”
“Couldn’t you tell from all the times we argued? Damn, I had some pretty good comebacks.”
He ruffled my hair and leaned in to kiss me. Just an affectionate press of his lips against mine, but my heart fluttered all the same. This tender side of him was unexpected but also warm and nice. I liked it. Hell, I liked my stepfather.
I giggled.
“Why are you giggling?”
“Nothing. I’m just happy.”
“You are?” He looked serious as he leaned in and placed a kiss on my shoulder.
“Hmm. Aren’t you?”
“I-I don’t know what I feel.”
“Daddy—”
“Jackson.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, then. Jackson.”
“If you roll your eyes at me again, sore or not, I’m putting you over my knees.”
I pursed my lips.
“And no pouting.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do, then?”
“I don’t know. Just anything that doesn’t make me want to push your limits and shove my dick into you again.”
“A little self-control.” I hid my smile behind my hand. “Hmm, what was I saying? You distracted—oh, yes, if you weren’t married to my mom, how would you have felt about last night?”
“I’d make you mine.”
A shiver ran down my spine at how quickly he said that.
“What if you still can?” I pushed myself up to sit and scooted closer to him. When I was close enough, I climbed into his lap. “I want it, Daddy.”
“Want what?”
“You to make me yours. I don’t care if I’m your stepson. Please.”
“What would we do about your mother?”
“Let’s run away together.”
“That’s… serious, Aiden. What if you change your mind later?”
“I won’t.” I wrapped my arms around him and clung to him. “You’re mine. I won’t let you go.”
“Aiden.” He cupped my back and stroked. “You feel so good against me. Why?”
“You said it last night. I belong to you now. Your boy to play with whenever you want. Don’t you want it?”
“A relationship can’t last on sex.”
“Sex? Do you have any idea how worried I was about you if you were going to make it out alive? I love you. How can this be about just sex?”
“You…hate me.”
“No. I said that to piss you off because apparently, I’m a little shit who likes to make Daddy mad. And jealous.”
His hands tightened on my waist. “Is that what all those guys who came to our place were? A way to make me jealous? Does that mean you didn’t really have sex with them?”
“I did.”
“But that stops now.”
I trailed a finger down his neck. “Does that mean you’re keeping me, Daddy?”
“Maybe. Let’s just say I better not see any more men coming out of your bedroom.”
I smiled up at him and tugged at his shirt. “Aww, you’re getting jealous over me, Daddy.”
“You’re deliberately doing it.”
“Maybe,” I repeated his words. I yawned and leaned forward to place my head on his chest. “What now?”
“We keep track of what we eat here until the owners return. Then we head back home.”
“And…”
“Take things from there.”
I heaved a frustrated sigh. “Just so you know, all you need to do is say the words, and I’ll leave with you.” I reached up and caressed the scars on his face. He pulled away but then kept still. So still his entire body went rigid. “It made me so mad the way she reacted to your face. Does it hurt?”
“No, but it tingles.” He exhaled deeply. “It doesn’t bother you? ’Cause you’re what I think gay men would call a catch. You don’t need to be with someone so hideous.”
“You’re not hideous.” I furrowed my brows. “And I’ll give anyone who says that or looks at you that way the finger. How outrageous. My Daddy’s a gorgeous man. I’ve always thought so.”
He took my hand and kissed the back of it. “What about you and school? Ready to tell me what happened there?”
“I stopped going to classes, so I flunked.”
“Why did you?”
“We were fighting so much, and you kept telling me what I was doing was useless. It really bummed me out. I started believing it.”
“Fuck. I was so horrible to you. Why do you even want to be with me?”
“At first, I wanted to murder you, but then I understood. You tried to push me away, didn’t you? Because you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to control yourself.”
“Yeah, but it’s no excuse to tear down your self-confidence. It was a shitty thing to do, and I’m sorry. Maybe you can go back, pursue your dreams, and do what you’ve always wanted.”
“What about you?” I asked. “I hate seeing you moping around. You miss your job. I’m not saying to go on more deployments, but what if there’s something similar you can do?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.”
“You will? Truly?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I think we’ve covered everything.”
“Except your mother. We can’t tell her about us. Ever.”
“That’s gonna suck. You must know a hitman… Eh, I’m joking. Don’t look at me like that.”
He scowled. “Don’t you ever say something like that again, Aiden. Your mother raised you.”
I snorted. “I’d take arguing with you over the way she brushes me aside. She’s not necessarily a bad mom, but she never made time for me. She hired a babysitter, even when she was home.”
“Still. I don’t want to hear that kind of talk from you ever again. Understand?”
“Okay, Daddy.”