13. Aries
Aries
S kylar Wise came into my life and changed me over night. The shift had me understanding Marcus and how he was always falling in love after one date with a woman.
Let me find out that shit is genetic, I thought.
Now wasn’t the time to be thinking deep thoughts about me and my brother’s ability to think with our dicks instead of our brains. However, I really couldn’t say that I wasn’t thinking with my brain… I was simply multitasking and thinking with both.
“You good?” Skylar asked.
“I’m perfect, baby.”
Skylar had a hard exterior, but in moments like this, I could see the crack in that shell. She wanted to be treasured… loved… taken care of. And as if I was my brother, I already decided that I wanted to provide her with all of those things.
I knew I could give Skylar everything she needed, even though she'd probably never admit what she needed out loud.
She wasn't the type to ask for help or show vulnerability easily.
But I'd seen those brief glimpses beneath her armor—the way her eyes softened when I complimented her, how she melted into my touch when she thought I wasn't paying attention.
As I carried her into the house, I felt her fingers tighten around my neck, pulling me closer until her lips found mine.
The kiss was hungry, desperate, like she was trying to devour me whole.
I kicked the door closed behind us and pressed her against the wall, my hands gripping her ass as she wrapped her legs tighter around my waist.
I guided her to the counter like I promised, and spread her legs wide, thankful that she chose a skirt for easy access. Before I dived in and took what I wanted, I looked at Sky and asked, “Can I have control tonight?”
Skylar chewed on her bottom lip, and I wanted to kiss it free of the hold her teeth had on it, but I also wanted her to have a clear head and make this decision unencumbered.
After a few minutes, she nodded her head, and said, “Yes.”
The tight grasp I had on my control snapped like an old, used rubber band that lost its elasticity. Even though I had easy access to what I wanted, I changed my approach and stripped both Skylar and I of our clothes.
In no time I had her naked and laid out, while I also stood in my birthday suit admiring the beauty of her smooth, chocolate skin on display before me.
I needed to worship her—needed to show her how she deserved to be treated. My dick was rock hard, but this wasn't about me. Tonight was about showing Skylar that I could give her what she needed when she handed me the reins.
"You're staring again," she said, her voice a mixture of amusement and vulnerability.
"I can't help it," I replied, moving between her spread legs. "You're fucking gorgeous, Sky," I whispered, trailing my fingers down her body, from the hollow of her throat to the valley between her breasts. "I've been thinking about tasting every inch of you since Saturday night."
Skylar's breath hitched as I leaned down and captured one nipple between my lips, circling it with my tongue before gently sucking. Her back arched off the counter, pushing her breast further into my mouth as her hands found purchase in my hair.
"Aries," she moaned, her voice already thick with desire.
I took my time, savoring the way she responded to my touch, the way her body trembled. I don’t know how long I indulged in familiarizing myself with Skylar’s body, but by the time I finally made it to her pussy, she was leaking. I slurped up every drizzle.
The night continued in this way. I worshiped her body for hours.
I made love to Skylar on the kitchen island until she was boneless.
Then, I carried her to her bedroom and continued with my onslaught of her body in the most erotic way.
I flipped Sky from angle to angle, getting my fill, while filling her up.
By the time I got my feel, the sky was glowing with beautiful hues of pink and purple, and the sun wasn’t far behind.
“I give you permission to cancel my O.R. schedule today.”
Skylar laughed. “Oh, no sir. You’re not blaming your lack of sleep on me.”
“Technically, I could blame it on you because you’re the one who kept me up all night.”
“Remember I gave control over to you last night. So, you could have decided to end our sexcapades at any time, and I would have followed your lead.”
“Oh, now you want to be a follower,” I teased.
“You literally asked me to do so. Now you get to go fill up on coffee and go to work. And you better not fuck up today. I don’t need another malpractice suit for you.”
“Never that. While this current suit is complete bullshit, I’m not mad at the fact that it brought me to you.”
“I won’t complain about that either. At least, I won’t complain about it anymore. That first day… I wanted to fucking strangle your ass.”
“The feeling was mutual,” I admitted. “But I would never put my hands on a lady.”
“That’s an important fact to know, but back to the topic… shouldn’t you be getting yourself ready to head into the hospital?”
I pulled Skylar on top of my body and held her tight. “I had a plan on how I wanted my night to go, and I didn’t have anything on the schedule, so I took the day off.”
“Oh, you did, huh? You were that confident?”
“Baby, I’m a surgeon. I was born confident.”
“More like arrogant,” she muttered.
I tickled her and she squealed and slithered in my arms like a damn snake, trying to escape.
“What was that?” I asked, laughing.
“Stop! You know I don’t like being tickled.”
I did know that from our previous night together.
I released Skylar from the tickle torture and pulled her close, her back pressed against my chest. The early morning light cast a warm glow over her bedroom, and I could feel her heartbeat gradually slowing as she nestled against me.
"So, Dr. Yerba has a day off. What exactly does that entail?" she asked, her fingers tracing patterns on my arm.
"Usually catching up on medical journals, maybe hitting the gym. Sometimes bothering my brother." I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Today, though, I was hoping to spend it with a beautiful attorney who's been occupying my thoughts."
Skylar turned in my arms to face me, her eyes searching mine. "I have to go to work."
"Call in sick," I suggested, hoping that she would play hooky with me.
“You’re in luck. I don’t have to play hooky because I had already planned to work from home today. I guess we were both hoping for a few hours of quiet.”
“Nahh… you knew your ass was going to get dicked down and you needed recovery time.”
Skylar buried her head in my shoulder as she pretended to stretch. She wasn’t fooling me. We both knew why she decided to work from home today.
Now, if only we could have more than a lazy morning and afternoon before this shit storm of a case hit, that would be a miracle. Skylar quickly picked up on the direction of my thoughts, which was crazy. The way she could already read m should scare me, but it didn’t.
“Nope. Don’t do that. Let’s enjoy today.
The rest we can deal with later. I have my paralegal filing our Answer and shit will play out however it’s meant to.
And by that, I mean, I will come out victorious at the end of the day.
So, you focus on me today, work tomorrow, and the day after that…
and I work on everything that I need to. ”
“Now who’s the overly confident one?” I asked her.
“Well just like you know your scalpel skills; I know my shit when it comes legal strategy.”
"And I like that about you," I admitted, pulling her closer. "Even if it does remind me a bit too much of myself."
Skylar laughed and playfully slapped my chest. "Is that why we clash? Too similar?"
"Possibly." I ran my fingers through her curls, enjoying the thick, but smooth texture against my skin.
"Though I think it's more that we recognize something in each other that we both respect and find infuriating.
And just so you know, I trust your legal strategy skills," I told her, pulling her tighter against me.
"That's why I'm not worried about this case anymore. "
"Mmm," she hummed, her eyes closing as I continued to massage her scalp. "That feels nice.” But then she pulled back and added, “Not worried? Really? That was a swift change. I think you may be pussy drunk."
I laughed. This woman was a breath of fresh air.
"You think I’m not worried because I’m pussy drunk?
" She was joking, but I wondered if Skylar really thought that being with her, and moments like this was all about sex. “I’m not worried because of how you speak about wanting to protect my career, the hard work I’ve already watched you put in, and simply understanding your fighter spirit, finally settled that notion that I can fully trust you to have my back.
” I paused and made sure she was looking in my eyes when I continued the next part.
“And when I need to be all of that for you, I will lay everything out to do the same.”
As my words set in, we laid there in comfortable silence, the weight of everything outside this bedroom temporarily suspended.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this content just being with someone.
My relationships, if you could even call them that, had always been focused on convenience rather than connection.
But Skylar was different. She challenged me, matched me, and made me want to look at the world differently.
Shit, she made me understand my brother—someone who I thought was batshit crazy for his stance on love for years.
It was a wild revelation.
I woke up to my phone buzzing on the side table. I didn’t even remember falling asleep. When I rolled over and reached for it, I noticed the space beside me was empty and cool to the touch. I could hear movement in the kitchen, and my stomach growled.