Chapter 15 Aiden
AIDEN
Ihated being back home. One minute we were fucking happy in the cabin, exploring the attraction we felt for each other, then bam, we were back home.
I should have been thrilled about it, but I felt out of place.
In the two weeks since our return, we’d talked to the local news about our experience.
Leaving out all the sexing we did, of course.
But then life went back to normal. I’d found a job at a little boutique that sold clothes I could barely afford even with their twenty percent employee discount.
While it felt good to have my days occupied and to be earning a salary, I hated that the job took me away from home.
But what I hated the most were the nights I was alone in my bed, hugging my pillow while Jackson was in bed with my mother.
One thing kept me sane, though, and that was that we were on the same page.
He might still sleep in her bed, but I was pretty sure he wasn’t having sex with her.
Still, sometimes I got nervous about the arrangement.
Too often I felt like I was reaching my limit and would fuck everything up by marching into their bedroom and blurting out that Jackson belonged with me, not her.
Since being back, Jackson had been extra cautious around me.
All the sneaking around I’d envisioned would happen didn’t, in fact, happen.
We’d managed a quickie in the garage once, me leaning over Mom’s car while Jackson fucked me hard and fast. But it hadn’t even lasted five whole minutes.
Although we’d both come, I’d missed the lengthy time he usually spent exploring my body or the sex after sex after sex.
How much longer would he make me wait before he’d figure out what we should do?
I’d already suggested we elope together and start over fresh.
No one would know us, and we could be seen in public, kissing and touching.
I wanted that with him, not all this hiding and sneaking glances at each other over the dinner table.
I paid the cab driver and walked up the driveway. The garage door was partially open, and Mom’s car was inside. Shit. Why did she spend so much time at home all of a sudden? She used to go out with her girlfriends, sometimes all weekend. Since we returned home, she’d been extra attentive.
I hated it.
There goes my chance to fool around with Jackson.
I entered the house with a heavy sigh, a low chatter drifting toward me. I followed the sound to the laundry room. The door muffled the words, but the voice and giggle were unmistakingly Mom’s. It sounded like she was with someone.
Had she brought another man here, even though Jackson was no longer on deployment?
The door opened, and Mom walked out, her hair slightly mussed. She tucked a corner of her blouse into her tight blue jeans, which accentuated her hips. Damn, if only I had hips like hers. How could Jackson resist them now that he no longer had erectile dysfunction?
She stopped with a hand over her heart. “Oh dear, you startled me. When did you get here, Aiden?”
“Just now. What’s going on?”
“Just your stepfather and I messing around.”
The object of our conversation filled the doorway. He had red lipstick on his lips, and his hair was just as mussed as Mom’s. My stomach fell. A sharp pain radiated through my core. He had fucked her?
What had happened to our agreement? Neither of us would touch anyone else.
“Oh.”
“Shoot. I need to run off to the grocery store,” Mom said. “Does anyone want anything?”
“No, I’m good,” Jackson said, but his eyes were on me.
“No, but thank you. I’ll be in my room.” I stared directly at Jackson. “Please don’t disturb me.”
I stormed toward the den and once in my bedroom, I slammed the door shut.
Who did he think he was? Cheating on me?
I didn’t give a rat’s ass if he was married to the woman or if she was my mother.
He’d made me swear not to sleep with anyone else.
Had that promise been only for me? How far was he willing to go to keep up the charade that we were nothing but relatives by marriage?
Well, two could play this game. When I programmed my new phone, I’d gotten back all my contacts. I searched through the numbers until I found one that suited my purpose.
“Aiden?” the guy answered.
“Hey, Carl—”
“It’s Paul.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said. How would you like to meet up tonight?”
“Err, sure. Though you should give me a heads-up before you cancel our date. Last time you had me waiting at that restaurant like a damn fool.”
My bedroom door opened. I spun around, staring at Jackson. “No food’s involved this time. To make it clear, I’m not looking for a relationship. Just a proper, hard fuck. Can you do the job?”
“Aiden, hang up the phone.” Jackson scowled.
“Fuck, yes,” Paul said—or was it Carl? “Where do you want to meet?”
“I’m gonna send you my address. I live with my parents, but they don’t mind guys coming over. We can go all night long while you make me your slut. I want it bad.”
“Give me that!” Jackson wrestled the phone from my hand.
“What the hell?” I ran at him to grab my phone, but he shoved me onto the bed hard.
“Look, whoever the hell you are, he didn’t mean that. Stay the fuck away from Aiden. He’s already someone’s slut and will never be yours.”
Eyes flashing, Jackson threw the phone at the wall, and it splintered into pieces.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” I yelled.
“You want to play games with me, Aiden?”
“You started it. Don’t blame me for being good at the game too.”
“I thought I’d made it clear that you don’t sleep with anyone else but me.”
“What about you?”
“I didn’t sleep with anyone.”
“That’s what you said the last time, but you’re a fucking liar!” He walked to the bed, and I scooted away.
“How dare you offer yourself up to someone else?” Jackson grabbed me by the leg and hauled me to the edge of the bed. His aggressiveness was like a strange mix of cocktails that set my heart pumping.
I lashed out with my foot and kicked him. “Let me go. I’ll sleep with whoever I want. Maybe I’ll go to a gay club and let a bunch of guys run a train on me.”
He released my leg and seized the sheer fabric of my blouse. The buttons ripped off, baring my peach-colored bra.
“I didn’t sleep with her,” Jackson snarled. “She ambushed me in the laundry room and started kissing me. I had no intention of sleeping with her, but I couldn’t have pushed her away either. I’d just turned her down when you came home.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Why?” He yanked my hand and forced it between his legs.
“Because my cock doesn’t get hard around her.
It’s only hard for you. Now I’m going to ask you one more time.
” He flipped me around on my stomach, knocking the wind out of me.
He flicked my skirt up and roughly shoved a finger beneath my thong and against my hole. “Who does this belong to?”
“It’s mine and I can do whatever I want with it,” I hissed.
Yeah, I was provoking him because this side of Jackson was so fucking hot.
I was desperate to see what he would do if he thought I really was going to fuck someone else tonight.
I needed his volatile passion and roughness to reassure me that he still wanted me.
That he still chose me. That I was still his.
With a deep growl, he rubbed his fingers hard against my hole. I cried out. If only Mom was still around so she could hear how well her husband pleasured me. That nothing was wrong with his cock. She just didn’t do it for him.
“Tell me, Aiden. Tell me, or I’ll walk away without touching you.”
No!
“Yours,” I sobbed. “It’s yours.”
“Don’t move.” He stalked over to my bedside table, tugged it open, and took out the lube I kept there. He kicked off both his sweats and underwear. His shirt went next.
“Don’t you ever forget it.” He yanked me up on my knees, my back against his chest. I turned my head to the side, and his mouth crashed down on mine. My mind swirled like a sea of turbulent emotions. I sobbed into his mouth and turned around, wrapped my legs around his waist, and clung to him.
“I don’t want to lose you,” I rasped. “Please don’t let me go.”
“I won’t.” He ground his cock against me. “See what you do to me? Sweet little hussy, I won’t let you go.”
“I’m your hussy,” I pouted.
“That’s why you were about to give it to some random man?” he growled and smacked my ass hard. “I dare you to do it, Aiden, and see what I’d do to you. And him.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “You won’t do anything to me. You love me.”
“Fuck. I do.” He shoved a hand into my bra and fondled my nipple. “My pretty, little sissy boy.”
“You think I’m pretty?”
“You know you are. That’s why you’re nothing but trouble.”
He picked me up, turned me around, bent his head and sucked on my nipple through the lacy material. I cried out, twitching when he bit the sensitive peak. I tugged his hair to shove him away, but he wouldn’t stop.
“You said you were mine.” He grasped the waistband of my thong and pulled it down my thighs. “Which means I can do whatever I want with you, so you be a good girl and open those legs for me. Show me Daddy’s pretty pink pussy.”
Whimpering, I spread my legs and reached a hand between my thighs to stroke myself.
“Uh-uh.” He grabbed me by the wrist. “Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?”
“But, Daddy.”
“You’re here to pleasure me. To do what I say.”
He slicked his hand down his cock with bold strokes. I followed the movement, my tongue thirsty for a sip of him.
When he was fully erect, he squirted the lube onto his cock. Holding the backs of my thighs, he pushed them forward and shoved his cock into me, claiming me in one hard thrust.
I hissed a breath. Reaching between our bodies, I felt around my hole, moaning at the way he filled me.
“You like that, don’t you?” he rasped. “Like that big, thick cock filling your hungry pussy.”
“Yes! I love it. I missed it so much. Daddy, please.”
I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward. When he moved in a steady rhythm, slamming my hips into the bed, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on for the ride of my life. He rocked in and out of my body with a wild frenzy, and every time he hit my prostate, sparks raced through me.
“That’s it,” he moaned. “Be my slut. Take it. Take every inch of that cock in your hole. Let me breed that ass.”
“Yes.” I panted, my breath quick and shallow. “You feel so good, Daddy. So, so fucking good.”
“That’s right. I know exactly what you want.” He canted his hips, circling and forcing himself all the way inside. “When you act up like this, my little heathen, I know you need a hard fuck to get you back in line. Isn’t that right?”
I nodded, straining my neck to watch him ruin me. Fuck, I would have agreed to being the devil if it meant he kept stretching my hole.
When he pulled out, I grasped his cock and guided it back into me. He laughed. I almost hated him then for knowing how weak I was for him, but how could I? He gave it to me good, just the way I wanted it. Leaving me desperate to come, climbing and climbing…
He withdrew again, but before I could protest, he shoved three fingers inside me and wriggled them around roughly.
“Daddy,” I whined.
“You want something? Tell me.”
“I want you to make me come. Fuck your baby girl and make me your slut.”
“Jesus, Aiden. That mouth on you. Who knew your mother raised such a deviant little cockwhore? You just love your stepdad’s big dick up in that pussy. Don’t you, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
Jackson pulled out his fingers, picked me up, and walked to the wall, where he pressed my back against the cool surface. I’d barely wrapped my arms around his neck when he draped my legs over his arms and lowered me onto his cock. With one powerful thrust, he was fully seated inside me.
“Oh my God!” I dug my fingers into his flesh.
“Good girl,” he crooned while he punched up over and over while I hung on for dear life.
Each movement became more frenzied than the last. My back rubbed against the wall, but I ignored the discomfort. Sensations cascaded throughout every inch of my body until I felt like I had no control over myself anymore. I was his hole to use…to wreck…to mark…to breed.
“Fuck!” he cried hoarsely. His cum spurting inside me did it, triggering my release. I clung tightly to him, tears streaming down my face, and hollering like I was possessed while I pulsed around his cock.
Jackson’s arms trembled. With a groan, he pulled his head back and tried to kiss me. I averted my head and buried my face into his neck.
“Aiden, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, his tone laced with worry.
I hid my smile and shook my head.
“You’re not still worried about your mother, are you? I didn’t have sex with her. You have to believe me.”
“I believe you,” I said softly. “But I’m still jealous. You sleep in her bed every night when you should be in mine.”
“I’m working on something, I promise. If all fails, we’ll go your route and elope, find somewhere to live where no one knows about us.”
“You promise?”
“I swear on my life.”
Feeling better, I raised my head, but now he evaded my lips. I frowned. “What now?”
“Don’t do anything foolish.”
“What’d you mean?”
“Like what you were about to do. Give me a chance to explain in the future.”
“I’ll try, but I’m a jealous boy.”
“I know. It’s kind of sweet, but if you sleep with someone else, Aiden, that’s a bell we can’t un-ring. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You’d break my trust and ability to have faith in you. Despite the odds, we have something going on here. Don’t destroy it.”
“Okay, I won’t. Sheesh. Am I going to spend my life listening to these lectures?” My words might have come across as argumentative, but I couldn’t be any happier.
He slapped my ass, and I squealed. “If it means keeping you in line, then yes. You’ve made a hell of a mistake being with someone who knows you all too well.”
I rubbed my head on his chest. “I’m sorry I freaked out.”
“It’s okay. Deni?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you want to do something?”
“Like what?”
“Go to the movies.”
“Like a date?”
“Yeah. Would you like to? I understand if you don’t want to be seen with me.”
“Of course I want to go. Later tonight?”
“Sure.”
He really knew me so well. This was exactly what I needed.