Chapter 12 #2
“You know, if your family is not comfortable with me staying here, I can arrange for other safe lodgings,” Ronan offered.
“You’re new to this city. You have no idea what’s safe,” Aiden scoffed. He paused outside a pair of double doors and turned to face Ronan, his heart hammering in his chest. “Besides, I’ll never be able to sleep during the day unless I’m sure you are safe.”
Turning back toward the doors, he pushed them both open and stepped inside.
There was a small sitting area that led to the rest of the bedroom with its large bed and thick canopy.
The decor was a mix of white, silver, and cool shades of blue.
A simple, understated elegance. To the left was a private bath done in white and gray marble with silver fixtures.
“It’s beautiful,” Ronan murmured. “Far better than I’ve enjoyed in a long time.” He stepped up behind Aiden and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on Aiden’s shoulder. “But you could always save the cleaning crew the work and let me stay in your room.”
Aiden pulled away from Ronan enough so that he was facing him. “This is my room.”
Ronan’s head jerked around, taking in the space with fresh eyes. From where they stood, he might be able to see some of his personal grooming products on the bathroom counter. There were a few pictures of his sons on the bureau as well, but there wasn’t a lot of evidence that it belonged to Aiden.
“Really? Are you sure?”
Leaning in, Aiden lightly brushed his lips across Ronan’s. “Stay,” he breathed.
“Yes,” Ronan whispered before seizing his mouth in a blistering kiss.
Aiden let the kiss consume him for only a moment, and then he was pushing Ronan away with a grin.
“Go shut the doors,” he instructed as he backpedaled.
Aiden shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it over a chair while he toed out of his shoes.
Ronan nodded and darted away, pushing the doors closed.
When Ronan moved toward him, it was more like watching a large cat on the prowl. Sinewy muscles rolled and flowed, bringing them closer while those dark predator eyes narrowed on him. He wanted to be this man’s prey at last. He wanted to feel his mouth, teeth, and hands all over him.
Ronan tossed aside his jacket and pulled off his tie. It landed somewhere over his shoulder. Aiden didn’t see where. He couldn’t take his eyes off Ronan’s face.
“Are you sure about this?” Ronan asked in a low, rough voice.
A harsh laugh ripped from Aiden’s lips. “I’ve been sure since we were teenagers. I think I’ve been asked to wait long enough.”
Ronan slid his arms around Aiden’s waist, but he pulled away when Aiden moved in to kiss him again.
Aiden’s brow furrowed. “I wanted to be sure because once I have you, I’m never letting you go again.
This isn’t some fling for me.” Ronan lowered his head to brush his nose to Aiden’s cheek.
“I know you’re still getting over the loss of your Julianna.
I will move as slowly as you need me to, but I swear that movement will always be forward. I want you to be mine forever.”
Closing his eyes against the sting of tears, Aiden nodded. “That’s what I want too. We’ll figure the rest out later. Just want you with me.”
The kiss was slower this time. Aiden fell into learning and exploring the man he hadn’t seen in so long but was sure he knew as well as he knew himself.
Questing fingers steadily removed his tie and plucked at buttons until his shirt fell away as if by magic.
Aiden’s fingers stumbled over Ronan’s clothes until they both hissed at finally feeling skin on skin.
He knew this body against his. He’d watched Ronan moving, fighting, washing, and even fucking when they were human, but he’d never felt his flesh and muscle pressed to him. Not like this.
Aiden’s hands roamed down Ronan’s back to cup both ass cheeks, holding him prisoner as Aiden rolled his hips, grinding their dicks together through far too much material. Ronan broke off their kiss on a loud groan.
“Jesus fuck, Aiden. That should be illegal,” he muttered. “I will never forgive you if you make me come in my damn pants.”
Moving his lips along Ronan’s jaw, he lightly nibbled on his neck as Ronan tilted his head to the side. “And how would you prefer to come?”
“With you deep inside me,” Ronan gritted out. His fingers tangled in Aiden’s hair and grabbed his hip, as if he were trying hold as much of Aiden against him as possible.
Aiden hummed and licked across Ronan’s shoulder.
“Then we should finish getting these clothes out of our way.” And yet they continued to kiss and hold each other tight for another several minutes.
He couldn’t get himself to release Ronan.
They’d never been this close before. Life and time and fate had kept ripping them apart.
If they stopped, would something new present itself to destroy this moment?
Ronan chuckled and finally put his hands on Aiden’s shoulders, pushing him to place some distance between them. A chill of cold seemed to sweep over him where Ronan’s warm flesh had been just a moment ago. “Not going anywhere. Nothing could possibly stop us right now.”
“I have children,” Aiden said flatly.
Ronan snorted. “You have grown children, and if they don’t want a very graphic show involving their father, then they will stay away.”
“True.” Aiden attacked his pants, shoving them off along with his briefs. He tugged at his socks while watching Ronan struggling to keep his balance as he undressed as well.
“On the bed,” Aiden ordered the second Ronan was naked.
Grinning like a fool, Ronan climbed across the bed, giving Aiden a perfect view of a delectable ass and long, muscular legs.
His friend shoved at blankets and moved pillows until he had made himself a proper mound to lay on like some pampered prince.
Or maybe he was just arranging himself like a delicious meal. Aiden was ready to devour all of him.
Aiden paused at the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube he’d discovered there, likely thanks to Ethan, but had never used.
His eyes roamed over the man spread out while he removed the protective plastic wrapper.
A dark covering of hair on his chest, with several bare spots from old scars.
An enticing trail led down from his belly button to a neatly trimmed thatch of hair around his beautiful cock.
Thick, muscular thighs tapered to strong calves and large feet.
Everything about him managed to be both new and familiar.
Dropping the lube on the bed, Aiden climbed onto the mattress, positioning himself between Ronan’s thighs. He was dying to be inside of him, to feel all of Ronan, but he didn’t want to rush this. Wanted to savor every moment, every feeling.
He ran his hands up Ronan’s legs, loving the tickle of the hair along his palms before stopping to knead tense muscles in his thighs. The fingers of his left hand stopped at feeling the raised scar under his fingertips.
“You were sixteen. The ambush on the road home. An arrow from the trees,” Aiden murmured.
Ronan sat up with a smile, his fingers automatically going to the scar that cut across Aiden’s ribs on his right side.
“You got a matching one from protecting me after I was knocked from my horse.” His touch conjured a phantom ache from the old memory, but it faded almost as quickly under the heat of his fingers.
Aiden kissed him again, almost violently.
He’d protected Ronan that day, kept him safe until he could regain his feet and face their attackers. He would always protect Ronan.
Pushing the sexy vampire against the blankets and pillows, Aiden slowly worked his way down his chest, licking and kissing and nuzzling every bit of him.
He revisited a dozen old scars. They were a roadmap of their past. A hard life lived so many centuries ago.
And somehow, by the grace of some forgotten god, they’d survived long enough to have this moment.
A low growl escaped Ronan, and Aiden’s fingers tightened to the point of pain as he reached Ronan’s pelvic bone. He licked across tender flesh, just narrowly avoiding the head of Ronan’s straining cock.
“Aiden,” Ronan growled. “Don’t be cruel.”
Aiden chuckled, allowing his breath to brush over the head of Ronan’s leaking dick.
“Cruel? Like this?” Leaning closer, Aiden ran the flat of his tongue along the underside of Ronan’s thick member from the root to the head.
A flurry of creative curses erupted from Ronan as his back bowed off the bed.
“Yes, you bastard,” Ronan finished with a hiss.
Aiden cupped Ronan’s balls while slowly taking his thick cock inside of his mouth.
He swirled his tongue along the head, lapping up the drops of pre-cum before working his way down the shaft.
It had been centuries since he’d last had a man’s dick in his mouth, but it had never felt like this, never tasted like this.
His own cock throbbed and begged for attention.
Part of him was so tempted to drive Ronan to completion right there.
He longed to know what he tasted like, to hear his cries of release, to feel the trembling of his body.
“No, not like this,” Ronan breathed, his voice breaking a little as he pushed Aiden away. “I’m close. Want to feel you.”
Reluctantly, Aiden pulled off him and reached for the lube.
He quickly coated his fingers while Ronan spread his legs, placing his feet flat on the mattress.
Aiden held Ronan’s hot gaze as he worked his slick fingers inside of Ronan one at a time, stretching him.
Both of them were sweating and desperate to finally come together, but nothing in this world could make him hurt Ronan.
“Enough. I won’t last much longer,” Ronan declared just as Aiden worked a third finger inside of him. “How do you want me?”