Chapter Thirteen
I WAKE UP WITH MY HEART in my throat. The room is bright and warm, and sunlight streaming from the windows makes me wince. But instead of closing my eyes, I find myself unable to look away.
It's almost as if I'm welcoming the pain.
Because pain means last night wasn't a dream.
Pain means last night was real.
And when pain continues to linger, and my eyes start to water—-
The terror fades just a little, and when I finally start crying, a smile also wobbles up to my lips because I know I'm crying for the very best of reasons.
This pain I'm feeling...this pain that's making my tears fall endlessly....this pain means last night truly happened. Every sweet, agonizing moment of it. All of it is real.
The feel of his lips on my skin and the stroke of his tongue inside my mouth. The tug of his teeth on my nipples and the heat of his fingers as they brush against my throbbing folds. All of it, real.
Aidan penetrating me with his cock, our sweaty bodies rocking against each other, and the creamy, scorching rush of his seed as he cums inside of me. All of it, real, and oh God, please...
Please .
Let it be real forever.
Please.
I feel shamefully desperate and greedy for even praying about it, but I just can't help it anymore. I'm done pretending I don't want more. Done pretending I don't wish to have Aidan Blackwood with me for the rest of my life.
I want him. For better or for worse. I want him. Need him. So God, please...
Please.
The word turns into an endless litany, and I find myself crying again.
Please. Please. Please.
I know I still have a lot of shit to figure out. A lot of mess in my life to fix. And I swear, I swear—-
Oh.
Aidan's just walked back inside my bedroom, and my heart flutters as I watch the way his handsome face softens when he sees me awake, and oh dear God...
The look in Aidan's eyes makes me want to cry and laugh, and I can almost hear God snorting in my mind as Aidan bends down and tenderly brushes his lips over mine. Can almost hear God telling me if I'm going to ask Him for just one thing—-
It better be something that isn't already true .
THE REST OF THE DAY is breathtakingly magical.
I probably should've expected it, but because I've also heard a lot of horror stories about the morning after, I just couldn't help feeling anxious that it had to be the same for me. That if other women's morning-afters sucked, what right did I have to expect anything different?
And yet...
It is different.
Because this is Aidan, and he makes everything different.
And magical .
Take showers, for instance. Since I've never been the type to lounge around in scented hot baths, showers are nothing but routine to me. Or at least they used to until Aidan turned it into one of the kinkiest times of my life.
Aidan asks me to soap his body down, but because seeing his muscles ripple and glisten under the water has turned me into a klutz, I keep dropping the soap, and every time I have to bend down to pick it up...
Well...
Aidan says he just can't resist the sweet temptation of my ass like that, and I end up getting fucked. Hard. And it just keeps happening that an entire hour's passed by the time we finally manage to leave the shower.
And that's just the start.
Breakfast was another magical revelation. Eating out is one of my few indulgences in my life, and I was surprised, ecstatic, and secretly relieved when Aidan asked me to show him my favorite breakfast place.
I was originally worried he'd expect me to cook for him or something, but now I'm thinking that was just one of my horrible prejudices rearing its ugly head. The lives Aidan and I lead might be polar opposites, but the more time I spend with him, the more it feels right to be with him.
He just really gets me, in every way that counts, and while I know it's never a good thing to compare, the differences between Jack and Aidan are so glaringly obvious I just can't help dwelling on them.
Jack has never made a secret of how much he enjoys being seen with me. He loves that I'm (somewhat) famous, loves that we're given VIP treatment in most places, and locals frequently ask to have their photos taken with me.
But while Jack's always enjoyed the perks, he's also always hated the hard work comes with it.
Do you really have to take so many photos, darling? It's just for Instagram. It's not like your photo's going to be displayed in some art gallery.
And honestly, a part of me was expecting Aidan to be the same.
But he wasn't.
Instead, he's the total opposite, with the way he watches me do my thing with such genuine interest I find myself breaking my number one rule.
I actually start talking about work without being asked. I've learned not to over the years, having seen how most people often mistake my enthusiasm for showing off. Been there, done that, never going to do it again...and I never did. Until now.
With Aidan, I find myself happily babbling over waffles and coffee, and I even end up telling him about how #veRAFFIed started when I was in my early twenties, and I was looking for a breakfast place within my budget.
"This is the very place by the way," I share with him a bit shyly, "and in the photo that went viral, I talked about how you just needed the right angle and a few strategically selected props, and you can come up with a lovely Instagrammable shot without breaking the bank."
By the time we've transferred to my favorite cafe, we've also moved into discussing gadgets and apps that can help me with my work. It's here that Aidan surprises me, with his knowledge about technology so remarkably in-depth that I can't help asking him if he had another job before becoming a police officer.
"I dabbled in I.T. and ranch work," is all he says, but I'm thinking there has to be more than that, and Aidan's just being humble like he usually is.
It's half-past ten in the evening when we finally take a cab home, and I can't remember a day that's been more wonderful than this. At Aidan's insistence, I've showed him all of my favorite spots in the city, and
I love how he's also turned out to be the ideal "Instagram boyfriend" when locals approach me for a selfie.
Unlike Jack, Aidan never asked to be included in the shot, never hesitated to offer to play photographer, and not once did he ever display the slightest amount of impatience when a particular fan insisted on a few minutes of small talk.
He doesn't think I'm shallow because I love taking photos of pretty things and pretty places. He doesn't ever talk down to me when I ask him questions, and best of all, he's always had his eyes on me and me alone the entire time.
He's perfect, in other words.
Just so, so perfect that the moment we're back in my apartment, I'm so crazy happy that I hear myself ask, "Can I give you a blow job?"
Aidan freezes.
"Please?"
Aidan, having seemingly recovered from his shock, has only two words to say. "Fuck, yes."
It's just so un-Aidan-like that I double over in laughter, and I don't even realize what's happening when he starts walking towards me, and I automatically start backing up. Just back, back, back until I've fallen on the couch, and the next thing I know Aidan is standing between my legs, and I'm watching him unzip his jeans—-
Oh. My. God.
His cock springs out like this big, rock-hard monster on the loose, and the tip of his erection immediately knocks against my mouth.
Mm.
A drop of pre-cum touches my lips, and I feel Aidan tense as he watches my tongue slip out to lick it off.
"Salty," I whisper, and Aidan groans.
"Fuck, baby."
A choked laugh escapes me when he suddenly pulls my shirt over my head.
"Show me your breasts," he says thickly, and my fingers shake as I unclasp my bra and let it slide off my arms. Aidan groans again, and I feel my whole body turn pink when I see the way he's staring so hungrily at my swollen tits.
Aidan starts stroking his cock, and I can't help gulping as it adds on another inch. It's just so, so long, dammit. How was it that this entire thing—- oh!
Aidan suddenly leans forward and braces himself with one hand gripping the back of the couch while his other hand starts rubbing his cock between my breasts.
I've obviously never done this before, but I've read and seen things, and my hands are already moving on their own. I cup my breasts, and Aidan releases a harsh sound of approval as I start mashing my breasts together and give his cock the best boob job—-
Aaaah!
Aidan pushes my head down, and I automatically open my mouth the moment I feel the head of his member bump against my lips.
Oh God.
I know I've asked for this, but this boob-and-blow-job combination is just way more than I prepared myself for, and I find myself momentarily frozen with shock, my throat locked up tight—-
"There's nothing to be afraid of."
Aidan's voice is rough but gentle, and the sound...
It's just magical like the rest of him, with the mere sound of his voice washing away my fear, and I feel myself loosening and my throat relaxing—-
Aaaaaaah.
His cock slips further inside my mouth, and my head starts to spin when I feel Aidan's fingers grip my hair.
He's fucking my mouth slowly and steadily now, but with every thrust his cock also pushes further and deeper until I realize every inch of his impressive length is inside of me.
The thought excites and thrills me, and my hands start moving again. I squeeze his cock hard and tight between my swollen breasts. Give it a rub here and there while my nipples scrape against its side, and my tongue whirls around its tip.
He's fucking my mouth a lot harder and faster now. Wilder and rougher, too, with his thrusts no longer as steady.
And I love it.
I love that Aidan's losing control because of me, love it so much that it's making me just as wet and turned on, my own sex quivering with love juices—-
"Serafina..."
My name on his lips is still the hottest sound I've ever heard, and I suck hard on his cock.
"Fuck, baby, I'm about to cum—-"
Aidan tries pulling back, but I don't want to let him go.
"Fuuuuck."
And then he's cumming.
His thick, hot seed shooting down my throat, and I take it all in.
Aidan groans, and I find myself sucking harder.
"God. Baby. Fuck. God."
He finally yanks out with a shudder, and the sight of it makes me want to pinch myself. Have I really made him cum like that? Am I really the reason I hear him panting now? Am I the reason he's still shuddering—-
"God, you're wonderful."
Aidan hauls me up to his arms, and I automatically lock my legs around his waist even as I lean back so I can see his face. All I'm hoping for is a little smile. Maybe another "reward", like Aidan telling me I'm a sex goddess.
But instead, he says very simply, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Serafina Edison."