Chapter Fourteen
Silence lingers heavily after my words. The only faint sound is that of my heavy breathing as my chest heaves.
“An escort. A whore. A prostitute. Whatever you call it. I get paid for sex on a regular basis.”
My words seem to echo in the large living room. They bounce off the walls and ring out in my ears. I cover my face with my hands, frozen in place, the repercussions of my revelation flooding my body.
Shock. Disbelief.
Utter fear.
I expect Tyler to push me from him in disgust. To tear his hand from my arm and recoil from me. But he doesn’t. He puts his other hand on my other arm and steers me back into the room, sitting me on the sofa.
He holds up a finger and disappears into the kitchen, returning with my wine bottle and a bottle of vodka. “Thought this was needed,” he mutters, shaking the vodka bottle.
I smile weakly and watch as he pours me some wine. “Surprise, right?”
“Aaron knows?”
“How do you think we met again so coincidentally after seven years?”
“You’re the girl from Paris? F*ck. That puts a new spin on things.”
I look at him, and he’s rubbing his chin contemplatively. His eyes are narrowed, his lips pursed.
“How does it?”
“Naomi despised the girl from Paris. She knew she could never be that person. She never knew you, but you were her worst enemy. She truly believed if you never existed, Aaron would love her.”
“She loves him?”
“In her own way. I think it’s more possession than anything. She wanted him, but you always had him.” Tyler shrugs and takes a swig from his beer. “Any idea what you’re going to do?”
“I wish. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get that kind of money.”
“You’d pay her off?”
“It’s paying or losing Aaron. I can’t do that.” I hug my knees to my chest as the idea stabs through my heart.
“Tell him.”
I shake my head. “No. I still have three weeks to try and do something about it. If I haven’t by then, I’ll tell him.”
“You could just go to the police. I don’t know about you guys, but blackmail is illegal here.” He looks at me pointedly.
“That’s too easy.” I run my finger around the rim of my glass. “She’ll have guessed that would be my first move and will have some bullshit plan in place. She’s probably not even in America anymore. She’s not stupid.”
Tyler meets my eyes, and in his, I see the brutal reality of this situation. I’m f*cked. I have so many options, but none of them are possible or plausible. That doesn’t change the fact I feel a little lighter from telling him.
“Dayton, Naomi isn’t stupid, but she isn’t exactly smart either. She’s f*cking with your head, and when Aaron finds out, he’s going to go apeshit. People don’t f*ck with the people he cares about.”
“He said that to me once,” I whisper.
“And they especially do not f*ck with you. I was there when he fired her. Believe me—they don’t f*ck with you and get away with it.”
I swallow. “I’m going to bed.”
Tyler downs his beer and stands. “I’m going out. I saw Aaron’s schedule earlier. He’ll be back late. Go get some sleep, and we’ll both wake up tomorrow like this conversation never happened. Agreed?”
I nod.
“Good. Now I’m going to find some poor girl to bang this shit out of my system with.”
The front door closes with a bang, and I sink my fingers into my hair. F*cking hell. Why do I feel like I’ve just made my clusterf*ck of royal f*ckery worse?
***
The feeling of kisses being peppered across my shoulder draws me from my heavy sleep. Aaron’s hand sliding up my stomach, his fingers splayed, ignites a red-hot desire my body recognizes before my drowsy mind does.
I smile and roll onto my back, blinking up at his gorgeous blue eyes. “Morning.”
“Morning.” He kisses along my jaw, shifting his body closer to me. His erection presses against the side of my thigh, hard and ready, and he wraps his arm around my back. He flips me onto my side easily, his hand sliding down to my ass.
My hips are pulled into his as he touches his lips to mine. I slide my hands up his chest and wind my fingers in his hair, savoring the feel of his lazy yet deep kisses. I hook my leg over his, and Aaron guides it up over his hip. My center is fully against him now, and I can feel his rock-hard erection rubbing me through the material of our underwear.
I ping his waistband. He nips my bottom lip in response, sucking on it lightly before taking it between his teeth once again and tugging. Each tug of it evokes a tug in my lower stomach, one that reaches my *.
“Take ‘em off,” I mutter through kisses, flicking his waistband again.
He smiles against me. “Patience.”
He unclasps my bra before I can respond and takes one of my breasts in his hand. He rubs my nipple until it hardens beneath his touch then pulls it lightly. I gasp and grind my hips against him. Sweet Jesus. He repeats this several times before moving my bra away and sealing his lips around my nipple.
The roughness of his tongue against the tender flesh there and the hardness of his cock rubbing my * make me moan loudly. Aaron tastes my nipple almost aggressively, leaning me back just so he can give the other the same treatment. I arch into him, needing more of his touch.
His fingers slip beneath my panties and he slides them over my ass. I move my leg so he can remove them and kick them off when they reach my ankles. When he moves to pull my leg back over him, I grab the band of his boxers and tug hard.
“F*ck no. Lose ‘em, baby.”
He laughs quietly. “Go ahead, woman. Take them off.”
I do—with a little too much vigor. Aaron smirks at my enthusiasm. Something I quickly wipe off his face when I wrap my hand around his cock.
“Something funny?” I ask, rubbing a drop of pre-cum around the tip with my thumb.
“Yeah.” He pulls my hand away from him, loops my leg over his waist, and positions himself at my entrance. “How you think you have a semblance of control in this is beyond me.”
“Is that so?” I take his lips with mine.
He puts two fingers between our mouths. “We can finish this two ways, Dayton. You can cooperate and we’ll go nice and slow, or you can push it and we’ll go hard and fast. Understood?”
A smirk curves my lips and I wriggle against him, fighting back the moan that wants to leave me at the sensation. “I’m not feeling very agreeable this morning, Mr. Stone.” I reach down and gently cup his balls with my other hand, slowly dragging my hand to his cock and along the underside of it.
Aaron snatches my hands away, grabs my hips, and pushes me down onto him in one swift movement that makes me throw my head back. My muscles tighten around him at the sudden intrusion, but it’s more pleasure than pain. It’s more complete and utter fulfillment than it is an invasion.
“You asked for it,” he whispers in my ear, tangling his fingers in my hair. He tugs on it, pulling my head back a little farther. Slowly, he eases himself from me until only the tip of him is inside me.
My chest heaves as I wait. I know what’s coming. I know his hard and his fast and I f*cking love them both.
It surprises me despite my expecting it. The angle he enters me from ensures that he’s buried right to the hilt, hitting the end of me, and I don’t fight the cry that leaves me. He sucks lightly on my pulse point as he moves inside me with the ease of a man who’s memorized every inch of my p-ssy. He flexes his hips at the right time and hits the right spots, eliciting desperate cries from me.
My fingers dig into his back. “F*ck. Aaron.”
He tilts my hips slightly and gets deeper than I thought possible. “What’s the matter, baby? Can’t take it?”
I half-moan, half-laugh a response. “I can take you. Oh, god.” I close my eyes briefly as my whole body jerks in pleasure.
“What were you saying?” His teeth graze across my neck, and I shiver as he stills inside me to let me speak.
I bring my lips to his ear. “Asking. I was asking.”
“Mhmm?” He flexes inside me, rubbing that tender spot that sends a wave of heat through me. “What for?”
“Harder. Faster. Deeper.” I pull my body against his. “Please.”
He flips me onto my back and lifts my hips. His eyes are an odd mix of electric and smoky blue when they find mine. He says nothing as he leans over me, my hips still in the air, and thrusts into me powerfully.
“Like that?”
“Mmm.”
“Is this how you want me to f*ck you?”
“Yes.”
He kisses along my jaw, still moving inside me, never letting up his pace. His breathing is as heavy as mine, but I can feel the tightness in his body as he holds back. As he gives me what I want.
“You want me to f*ck you so deep there isn’t a part of my cock not inside your gorgeous, tight cunt? Is that it, Dayton?” My name rolls off his tongue in a husky tone that makes my body hyperactive. “You want it so all you can feel is the way I move inside you?” He slides one hand between us and presses his thumb to my *. “So when you come you see stars and take me with you?”
“Yes!” I don’t know what I’m yessing. It could be his words or the orgasm threatening to wrack my body.
“What was that? I didn’t hear it.”
“F*ck!” My whole body goes rigid and I push myself against him. My hips are still as I give myself over to the orgasm washing over me.
He still pounds into me, pushing it to the very edge of pleasure until he finds his own with a deep groan of my name.
I cling to him like a koala, my limbs wrapped completely around him. Both of us are covered in a sheen of sweat, and I can feel his cock twitching inside me. Aaron takes a deep breath, and I push against him before he can collapse on me.
“What the…”
I grin down at him. “What if I’d told you I wanted it hard from the moment I woke up?”
He narrows his eyes.
“Then who had the control over that, hmm?” I drag his bottom lip between my teeth. “Don’t ever give me the choice, because I’ll choose hard and fast every f*cking time.”
Aaron slaps my ass, his hand connecting with my bare skin in a sharp sound that rings out around the room. “You’re a bad girl, Dayton.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I climb from him and he slaps my other butt cheek. “What? Was that one feeling left out or something?” I hit him with a glare, rubbing it.
F*ck. That shit hurts.
His eyes flash dangerously and he pulls me back down on top of him. He slowly rubs my stinging skin, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass and dipping between my legs, making me clench them together.
“Next time you pull this shit, you should remember that I’m not averse to spanking you.”
My lips part at the force of his kiss, and I watch him as he drops me off him and saunters into the adjoining bathroom. Damn, he really does have a nice ass.
“What if I like spanking?” I call after him, feeling like I need some payback for those two slaps.
“Do you?”
“Depends if you’re f*cking me from behind or not.”
He appears in the doorway, still naked and still with an erection. “Is there a preference as to where you’d like to be f*cked from behind?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you seriously planning this?”
“Planning to surprise you.”
I sit up and study him. He’s deadly serious. Fine. After another moment of looking into his eyes, I get up and stroll into the bathroom after him. He watches me, never taking his eyes from me.
“Well?”
I turn on the shower and step inside. The tiles are cold against my hands as I flatten them against the wall and stick out my ass. I look over my shoulder at him and give it a wriggle, shooting him a wink when his eyes take on that dark, smoldering heat.
He joins me in the shower, and after rubbing his hand over my butt, he pulls me into him. I rest my hands on his chest and look up at him.
“We’ll see,” he murmurs, lowering his face to mine. “Until then though…”
He pulls the door shut and turns up the water temperature, spinning me into the wall.
Oh boy.