28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Aidan
The minute I get home, I bury my head in work in my office, only it takes me much longer to wrap my head around the Excel sheets than usual.
The black numbers bounce in front of my eyes.
My mind wanders back to the way Maeve’s eyes darkened when I used my hand on her neck, and my cock strains against my jeans.
I wonder if the good girl wants to be as bad as I want her to be.
I tap my pen on my desk, the sound steady as I force my thoughts back on work. I’ve almost finished preparing everything we’ll need for our harvest celebrations when the season’s over. I mark down what we can do on our own, but I keep returning to the same conclusion.
I could use another pair of hands.
Or two.
My phone vibrates on my desk, and I raise my eyes in surprise at Maeve’s invitation to a video chat, but I’m not about to reject her. I lean back in my chair and press the green button on my tablet instead.
“Maeve.”
“Aidan. I hope I’m not interrupting.”
I drink in the sight of her on her bed, lying on her side in that dark-blue excuse of a pyjama top she had on this morning. The deep V of the top is askew, and my eyes zero in on the teasing hint of a dark nipple between the lace, peeking at me.
“I was about to take a break,” I lie and lean back in my office chair. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better. I couldn’t nap, though, but I finished reading my book and thought I’d see what you’re up to.”
She tilts her head and smiles slowly at me.
“Liar. You’re up to something.”
She huffs and grins, a teasing glint in her eyes. “No, I’m not.”
I prop my tablet on my desk.
“Your mind is on something dirty, isn’t it?” I jerk my chin at the book lying face-down on the bed. “You can tell me the truth.”
She worries her lips between her teeth, as if at war with herself, and then releases a loud huff.
“You’re right. The book was fantastic, but it did leave me a little…unsatisfied, even though it has a very satisfying ending.”
“What’s it about?”
“I’m scared you’ll judge me if I tell you.”
I frown.
“Please don’t feel that way. I won’t.”
“Okay.” She sighs, then flips the book to show its cover.
It’s mostly black, but I can also make out a leather mask and gloves.
“The short version is that it’s about a woman who falls in lust with her stalker, only said stalker turns out to be her work colleague who’s been obsessed with her for a year.
He’s…well, he’s also an underground fighter and leads a double life.
It’s pretty intense, but so, so good and well written; you can’t help but root for them.
And the heroine? She’s cool even though she’s been hurt badly by an ex and had to change her name and move to a different city to get away. ”
Her eyes light up, making my lips lift up at the corners.
“It’s also really steamy, and hot, and romantic at the same time…”
Her voice trails off, and she shifts on the bed, crossing and uncrossing her bare legs. Her movements reveal the tiniest pair of light-blue panties I’ve ever seen, and all my blood rushes to my groin at the small string barely covering her. Warmth trickles down my spine, and I lick my lips.
“And so, you thought of me?”
Her breath hitches, and the rising heat on her cheeks gives her away. “Yes.”
I hum and widen my legs. “I’m honoured. Anything you need, Wildfire. Remember that?”
She nods, her hand resting on her tummy, her fist bunching the silky fabric. “I remember.”
“It’s the truth.” I lean closer to the screen and stare intently into her eyes. “Do you need to come? Is that why you phoned me?”
She rewards me with another nod.
“Good. I’m going to lock my door, and while I do that, I want you to find another pillow and put it behind you so you’re comfortable. I want you to sit up, knees bent, so I can see all of you.”
I walk away from the desk to my door to flick the lock.
The last thing I need is to get interrupted while I see that Maeve gets exactly what she asks for.
In three quick strides, I’m back in my office chair.
I swallow the dryness in my throat, and when I get a closer look at her on the small screen, my breaths start to fall harder.
She’s propped against a stack of pillows, her knees up and bent, and her legs wide for me to see her.
Wisps of her hair have gotten loose from the French braid I made earlier, and her cheeks are burning: the telltale sign of how turned on she is.
“Fucking beautiful,” I groan. I widen my legs and unbutton my jeans. “Look at you, Mae. You’re being so naughty for me. How wet are you?” I tug my jeans down.
She moans and raises her hips. “Can you see it?” she whispers.
Fuck, the dark spot on her panties is enough to send my cock leaking.
“Yeah, I see you. You’ve painted those fancy panties with your pussy already, haven’t you?
” I reach for my aching balls and rub them slowly through the fabric.
With my left hand, I move the elastic band down just a little, letting her see the precum on the head.
I refuse to touch my cock, all my focus entirely on her pleasure.
“I need to touch.” She moans, then reaches her fingers down, pulling the panties to the side, baring herself to me, showing me how much she needs me. She dips her finger inside, and I groan from hearing how slick her pussy is when she puts another finger inside, pumping slowly.
“Fuck, isn’t she pretty? Pink and swollen. You’re telling me the truth, aren’t you? You really need to come, don’t you?” I notice the bedside table and tilt my head at it. “Is that where you keep your toys?”
Her fingers still, and she moves her head, then snaps her hooded eyes back to mine.
“Yes,” she pants. “But…”
“Do you have a favourite? One that can fill your pussy like I can?”
She licks her lips and nods.
“Yes.”
“Take it out. Let me see it.”
She hesitates, but I lean forward.
“Please,” I purr. “Let me take care of you in ways that sorry excuse for a fiancé couldn’t.
” I push my boxers all the way down and grip the base of my cock, tilting the head so she can see the white drops.
“See this? That’s because of you, Mae. My cock is leaking already, and if I were with you now, I’d push inside you so hard, stretching your pussy just the way you like it, and make you scream my name for everyone to hear.
You make my head spin from wanting you. Do you want me to beg?
I’m not a begging man, but I will if that’s what you want. But I need to hear you say it.”
Her whimper is like music to my ears, stealing my breath, and I can’t resist touching myself, even though I swore I wouldn’t.
This woman has me wrapped around her finger, wanting me to please her in every way I can, just so I can see her smile.
“Lord, what you do to me,” she moans, her fingers spreading her pussy, letting me see everything.
But then she stops and reaches for the drawer, and triumph sings in my veins.
Her fringe hides her eyes, stopping me from seeing her when she pulls out the toy.
It’s purple, slightly curved at the end, and with a little rabbit in the middle.
Sweat beads at the nape of my neck, and I have to strain from not wanking my cock too hard too soon.
“Do you need lube?”
She shakes her head. “Not today.”
“Good. Soak the head with your pussy first, then put it inside you before you turn it on.”
Our ragged breathing fills the room as she does what I say. I put more pressure on my cock, my eyes intent on her hands. She coats the head, just like I told her to, then pushes the toy inside. We groan at the same time, caught up in the moment together.
“That’s it.” I clear my parched throat. “Show me how you make yourself come, Mae. I’ll be with you every step of the way. Burn wild for me.”
She pushes her top to the side and reveals her breast, and the sound when she pinches her nipple shoots tingles down my spine. Head thrown back, her eyes closed, she gives in to her lust and clicks on the toy. She bucks her hips, then starts to fuck herself.
“Good girl.” My praise falls on a broken groan. “I can hear you. Fuck! Louder.”
Her hand fucks her even faster, and I tighten my grip on my cock. I can’t look away from the sight before me.
“Precious,” I croak and lean forward, needing to get as close to her as I can get despite the distance between us.
“Oh, my Lord,” she pants, digging her heels into the bed. She bows her back, lifts her hips, and then I see her fall into a thousand pieces. “Aidan! I’m coming!” Her body wracks with shivers, and she jerks her hips, fucking her toy hard.
“Fuuuuuck, Mae!”
My cum takes me by surprise, spurting up on my stomach. I’m enraptured by her hooded eyes watching me spill every little drop. The waves crash over me, and I can’t stop groaning as I come harder than I ever have, my cock jerking in my hand.
I lean my head back on the headrest, my eyes never leaving hers as I come down from my high. Her knees fall to the sides, hands and toy forgotten on the bed, and I smile at her, panting as if I’ve run a marathon.
“Well, then…is that what you needed?”
She giggles and claps a hand on her mouth, her eyes dancing. “Yes. Exactly what I needed. You’re a fiend.” I raise my eyes.
“That’s the second time you’ve called me that. Why?”
“You make me forget everything except giving in to my horniness, making me want to jump you every chance I get, no matter where I am. It’s bad.”
I chuckle darkly. “You phoned me, remember?”
She nods and stretches, a languid, satisfied smile painting her lips. My eyes travel the length of her naked torse, and a pang hits me hard in my gut.
I wish I’d been with her instead of talking her through it at my office.
I want to wipe the teasing smile off her lips and tickle her until she begs for mercy.
I ache to feel her soft, pliant body cuddled close next to mine…
Fuck.
I sigh and run a hand through the scruff on my chin. “Listen, I hate having to end this, but I do have some more work to do before I can call it a day.”
She yawns and waves at me. “Say hi to Katie for me.
I jerk my chin at her. “Sure. I’ll speak with you later.”
I end the call and open the desk drawer, trying not to think too hard about the foreign feelings running amok in my head or the way my gut clenches each time my eyes catch sight of my sticky cum on my body. Visions of her jerking hips, her toy inside her instead of me make me ache all over again.
A man my age shouldn’t be ready for the next round of her so soon after the first, and yet my cock seems to think otherwise.
Finally, I find some wipes and do my best to clean myself up, tucking my half-hard cock inside my boxers, then pull up my jeans and walk to my office door to unlock it.
I try not to think of Maeve as I click on the mouse to wake up my computer.
Even though I manage to work on the last details of the schedule, she’s always there, at the edge of my periphery, with her warm eyes and sassy smile teasing me.
I shouldn’t want her this much, and yet I can’t seem to stop. Each time I’ve had her, I want her all over again, and that’s not exactly what this relationship is supposed to be about. It’s about getting an itch scratched, but also about showing Maeve that she’s every man’s fantasy.
That her ex isn’t worth any of her tears.
That she’s worth risking everything for.
Restless energy washes over me, distracted again.
I lean back from my desk and get up, needing to expel steam in another way instead of being stuck in my office.
I step over to the windows and make a pitiful attempt to get lost in the beauty of my land, but I can’t seem to get there this time.
I put my hand on the window, pressing it, trying to find the anchor that holds me tethered to the land and our home, but it doesn’t work.
Not this time.
“What have you done to me, Mae?” I whisper.
My quiet plea goes unheard. All it leaves me with is the strangest, insistent feeling in my chest. In my blood. I don’t blink for the longest time, until blurry spots dance before my eyes, and I shake my head at my foolishness.
I lied to her today.
My lust for her is growing into so much more than like. I can’t say that I know what’s happening to me, but I do know that whatever it is, I don’t want it to end. Telling her about how I met Tierney, remembering how we met and sharing that with Maeve didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.
I want more of Maeve.
Her thoughts. Her laughs. Her tears, even, as long as I’ll be there to wipe them all away.
My heart pounds in my chest, but it’s not followed by the excruciating pang of grief or despair anymore.
For the first time in twelve years, I feel the tiniest hint of hope for the future. It’s the kind of hope that will either make or break me.
I guess I’m finally ready to explore it.
I pull out my phone and send a text to Maeve:
ME: Chinese or Indian curry?
I watch the screen as the waves dance, then stop, then start up again.
WILDFIRE: I have to go with the classics. Fish ‘n’ chips.
My lips spread as I read her answer. The woman never ceases to amaze me, always doing something I don’t expect from her.
ME: Even better. I’ll order you some from Fred’s down at the harbour.
WILDFIRE: Breaking the rules again?
ME: Nope. I’m not taking you out to dinner. I’m ordering you a takeaway.
WILDFIRE: You know, I’m not even going to argue. Not this time.
ME: Be decent when the delivery bloke knocks on your door. Can’t give him a heart attack if you open it wearing next to nothing.
WILDFIRE: I don’t take orders, remember? But I’m famished, so I’ll let it go.
ME: Smart woman. It’ll be with you in twenty minutes.
WILDFIRE: Thank you.
ME: Happy to feed you, my good girl.