Chapter NINETEEN
As sparklers lit the way through the dark, Emma and Aidan ran to their car while being pelted with birdseed. Emma only gave the shaving cream covered and condom decorated Mercedes a fleeting glance before throwing open the door and collapsing onto the seat. She swiped off the pieces of birdseed stuck to her hair and dress.
Aidan grinned as he cranked up the car. “Sure hope we don’t get attacked by a flock of militant birds with all this shit on us.”
Emma laughed. “So how far is it to your buddy’s cabin?”
“About twenty minutes from here in Blue Ridge.”
With Emma in her last trimester, Aidan had put his foot down about them flying anywhere for their honeymoon. He had been able to get a week at a secluded cabin that belonged to one of his work buddies.
“I’m sorry it’s not somewhere exotic like the Caribbean or romantic like Venice,” Aidan said as they pulled onto the highway.
“After Noah is born, I’m holding you to that Italy promise.”
“It’s a deal. And since I know you won’t get on a plane without him, we’ll make the Little Man an international traveler before he’s a year old.”
“Aw, I love it.” Reaching over, Emma took Aidan’s hand in hers. “It doesn’t matter where we go as long as I’m with you.”
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “I feel the same way babe.”
After taking a turn off the interstate, they drove along the dark and curvy mountain roads. Glancing at the directions on his phone, Aidan made a final turn. “Greg had maintenance come out this afternoon and get things set up for us.”
“Like sex up the place?” Emma asked with a grin.
Aidan grinned. “Maybe. They delivered some food as well. We’ll go out to dinner a couple of times too if you want.”
“With us out here in the middle of nowhere, how do I know you won’t hold me hostage as your sex slave?”
Aidan threw his head back and roared with laughter. “No babe, you’re my wife, never my sex slave.”
“Pity,” she murmured. When he jerked his wide-eyed gaze from the road to meet hers, she giggled. “Just kidding.”
He exhaled a noisy breath as they turned into the driveway. Floodlights momentarily blinded her. When Emma stepped out of the car, she fought to keep her mouth dropping to the ground in disbelief. She glanced at Aidan and shook her head. “What?” he asked.
“You said your buddy was letting us have his cabin. That,” she motioned to the giant mansion, “is not a cabin. It’s a lodge at least. I bet it has eight or ten bedrooms.”
“And we can christen every one of them while we’re here,” Aidan remarked.
She laughed. “Yeah, we’ll just have to see about that one.”
“Come on. If you think this is amazing, wait until you see inside.” Taking her hand, Aidan pulled her up the front walk-way and up the porch steps. Once Aidan unlocked the door, he glanced back at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“Whatever you’re thinking, I can without a doubt say the answer is no!”
Aidan chuckled. “Come on. I just wanted to carry my bride over the threshold.”
She couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “Your bride is seven months pregnant. Besides, you’re supposed to do that at your home, not your honeymoon destination.”
Ignoring her, Aidan swept his arm underneath her knees while the other went around her back. She shrieked when he swept her off her feet before kicking open the front door. “Oomph,” he muttered as he staggered across the threshold.
Emma burst into laugher at both his determined expression and his purple coloring. “Don’t go incapacitating yourself before we can get the honeymoon started, babe,” she teased.
“Yeah, yeah,” he replied as he gently set her on her feet in the foyer.
“Aw, my hero,” she said, leaning up to kiss him.
He grinned at her. “Go on and explore the ca—”
“Lodge,” Emma corrected.
“Whatever. I’m going to go get our luggage.”
“Be careful. I wouldn’t want a city boy like you taken off by a bear or a coyote.”
He shook his head. “Always that mouth of yours.”
Once Aidan headed out the door, Emma turned her attention to the living room. It was outfitted with large, overstuffed couches and chairs. A floor to ceiling stone fireplace sat in the middle of the room, and after picking up the remote on one of the tables, a press of a button sent it roaring to life. Tilting her head, Emma took in the high ceilings with their crisscrossing wooden beams. As she walked around the room, she saw the large circular staircase leading to the next floor.
Aidan came huffing inside with three of their bags. “Need some help?” she asked.
“No, I got it,” came his muffled reply from behind the luggage.
When he started down the hallway, she followed him. At the end of the hall was the master bedroom. Her eyes widened when Aidan flipped on the light switch. Not only did it boast a huge four poster bed, a sitting area with a couch, loveseat and chair, but its own fireplace with a furry rug in front of it.
“Is that…?” she asked, pointing down at the floor.
Aidan grinned. “No, it’s fake bearskin or some other politically correct fake fur.”
“Good to know.”
“I bet it feels soft against your skin though,” he murmured, his breath hovering over her cheek.
“I bet it does.” She leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss. When she pulled away, her gaze fell to the bags at their feet. “Wait, that’s not everything.”
Aidan scowled. “Isn’t it enough to get us started?”
She shook her head. “You didn’t bring in my treat case.”
His brows shot up. “You’re what?”
A sly grin stretched on her lips. “You heard me. It has all the treats that I got at my lingerie shower. Handcuffs, massage oil, some edible underwear—”
Aidan held up his hand. “No need to explain anymore. You had me at handcuffs,” he replied before hurrying out of the bedroom and down the hall.
Shaking her head, Emma then turned her attention to the far wall of the bedroom. It had floor to ceiling windows with glass doors that opened onto a balcony. Emma gasped as she stared out of the window at the magnificent view. Even with just the glow of the porch light, she could see the mountains for miles and miles. She couldn’t imagine how breathtaking it would be when the sun came up.
The sound of more luggage dropping to the floor alerted her of Aidan’s presence again. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back against him, while another hand slid up to caress her breast. “Isn’t the view amazing?”
“Yes, it is,” he murmured into her neck as his erection dug into her backside.
“Would you stop being a horndog for just a minute and look out there?” She gestured to the wide expanse of pine trees.
“Five seconds ago the words massage oil and edible underwear were coming off your delectable lips. I don’t want to look at anything but your body until I’ve had you at least twice.” When she started to squirm out of his hold, his breath scorched against her earlobe. “You.Naked.Hot tub.Now.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him and rolled her eyes. “You sound like a caveman!”
He chuckled. “I feel like one too. Making me go almost two weeks without sex is torture, Em.”
“Actually, it’s good practice. After Noah’s born, it’ll be at least five or six weeks before I’m operational down there again.”
Aidan groaned. “Oh God, don’t remind me.” Taking the hem of her dress, he pulled it over her head. “Take your shoes off,” he instructed. Gladly, she stepped out of the low heels that were already causing her feet to swell.
Taking her hand, he started to lead her out into the hallway. “But I’m not supposed to get in a hot-tub when I’m pregnant,” Emma protested.
“I’ve got it all taken care of, babe. I made sure they took all the necessary precautions to lower the water temperature. It’ll be about the same as lukewarm bathwater.”
“Really?”
He nodded and pulled her closer to him. “Besides, I figure with you riding me, you won’t be totally submerged in the water anyway.”
Emma shook her head. “You always have a devious little sex plan, don’t you?”
“Yep.”
She laughed as Aidan opened the door to the room across from the master bedroom. With just a flick of a switch, dimmed candlelight illuminated the room. “Electric votive candles? Who is your friend? The Ladies Man or something?”
Aidan laughed as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Actually, he’s married with five kids.”
“Guess he likes to keep the romance alive, huh?”
The hot-tub sat bubbling in the corner of the room against more floor to ceiling windows. In the daytime, she imagined the view would be almost as impressive as the one in the bedroom.
After ripping off his shirt, Aidan started for his pants. Emma took the cue and started helping him. Once she slid off his belt, she doubled it over in her hands. While Aidan bent over to slide his pants and boxers down, she took the opportunity to smack his bare ass with the belt. The cracked echoed through the room.
Aidan whipped up in surprise while rubbing his ass cheek. “Emma, what the hell was that about?”
She giggled. “You don’t like a little spank every now and then?”
The corners of his lips curved up in a smirk. “Now I didn’t say that.”
Without taking her eyes off of his, she smacked his other cheek. She shivered when his blue eyes burned dark with desire. “Why are you spanking me?”
“Because you’ve been a naughty boy.”
His blonde brows arched up. “Have I now?”
“Mmm, hmm. All you’ve cared about since we got here is getting your pleasure.” She brought her hand to her chest. “What about mine?”
“Ah, so I should attend to your pleasure first?”
“Yes, please.”
“And what would you have me to do?”
Emma’s sassiness began to waver, and suddenly she didn’t think she could say the words. “Um, well…I want us in the hot-tub.”
“And?” Aidan prompted as he reached around to unhook her bra with quick, expert precision.
“I want your mouth on me.”
“You do?” He whisked her panties away, leaving her feeling very vulnerable under his hungry gaze. He brought his thumb to her mouth and traced her bottom lip. “You want my mouth here?”
“No,” she murmured.
His fingers trailed down over her chin and down her neck to cup her breast. “You want my mouth here?” he repeated.
She shook her head. Releasing her breast, he slid his hand down her hip to cup the mound between her legs. “Do want my mouth here?”
“Yes. Please,” she whimpered as his hand began to work her into a frenzy.
“Then come here.”
Emma cried out in frustration when Aidan took his hand away. He backed up toward the hot tub. She watched as his deliciously naked form climbed inside. He crooked his finger at her. Still clutching the belt, she let it fall from her fingers to clatter to the floor. When she stepped into the hot tub, Aidan was still standing. Gently, he pushed her to have a seat on the side. Kneeling down before her, his hands went to her knees to widen her legs.
Glancing up at her, Aidan feathered his fingertips back and forth over her outer thighs, causing her to shiver. Emma bit down on her lip to keep from arching her hips toward him. Leaning over, he began tediously kissing and nibbling his way up the inside of her thigh. Just when his warm breath hovered over her mound, he turned and began to give her other thigh the same attention. “Aidan…”
“What babe?”
“Stop being a tease,” she murmured.
His laugh vibrated against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He raised his head. “I’m sorry. You did tell me where you wanted my mouth, right?”
“Yes.”
Dipping his head back between her legs, Aidan licked a slow trail up her moistened slit. His fingers came to spread her warmth before he thrust his tongue inside. As he plunged in and out of her, Emma bit down on her lip to keep her vocal cries silent, but a deep moan rumbled through her chest. With one hand, she grasped the side of the hot-tub while the other went to the strands of Aidan’s hair.
After he removed his tongue from inside her and began circling and suckling her *, he thrust one finger and then two into her. Mimicking the crooking he had done before with his finger, he hit her g-spot, and Emma threw her head back and screamed. As he continued to assault her with his fingers and tongue, she cried out his name. Her hand abandoned his hair and both went to grip the sides of the hot-tub. Her hips moved against his mouth and fingers, forcing him deeper, as she lifted her ass on and off the side of the hot-tub. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand anymore, she tensed as she came hard and fast.
“Aidan! Oh yes! YES!” she cried.
Although she was still clenching around his fingers, Aidan used his other arm to pull her off the side of the hot-tub to straddle him. Instead of having her face him, he turned her to ride him the opposite way. He replaced his fingers with his pulsing erection. He groaned against her back when he slid deep inside. Gripping Emma’s hips, he worked her on and off his cock.
Emma leaned back so she could turn her head to kiss him. Her arm curved around to wrap her fingers in his tousled hair. As his tongue plunged into her mouth, his hands left her waist to cup her aching breasts. He kneaded the flesh and twisted her nipples into hardened peaks, causing her to gasp with pleasure into his mouth.
“Can you take it harder, babe?” he panted against her cheek.
“Yes.”
His hands left her breasts, and he once again gripped her waist. He raised his hips to thrust harder as he pushed her on and off his cock. Emma glanced over her shoulder at him before clenching her walls tight around him. “Oh f*ck, Em,” he muttered before throwing his head back against the hot tub wall.
Bracing her hands on her thighs, she rode him faster and faster until they were both grunting and groaning with pleasure as the sound of smacking skin and thrashing water echoed through the room. After awhile, Aidan asked in a ragged breath, “Are you close?”
“Maybe,” she replied.
His response was to take one of his hands and bring it between her legs. The moment his fingers rubbed against her *, she came undone. She cried out his name again as she collapsed back against him, resting her head against his shoulder. He gave a few more hard thrusts before spilling himself inside her.
Once Aidan finished convulsing, he wrapped his arms tightly around her before kissing a moist trail up her neck. “Damn, that was worth the wait.”
Since she could barely move, Emma murmured, “You think?”
“Oh yes.”
“I’m glad you think so. I wanted our first time making love as man and wife to be special.” Glancing at him, she grinned. “I’m not sure what we just did qualified as making love, but I’ll take it.”
Her body rose and fell with his laugher. “No, it wasn’t. I’ll make it up to you. Next time it’ll be slow and gentle—real lovemaking for my wife.” When he sucked on her earlobe, she shivered.
“Mmm, that sounds good.” Their moment was interrupted by Emma’s stomach rumbling.
“Guess you worked up an appetite, huh?” Aidan mused.
“I’m always hungry lately. Or I guess I should say Noah is always hungry lately.”
“Go on and raid the pantry.”
“You sure?”
With a cocky grin, he asked, “What kind of sex-obsessed a*shole would I be to deny you sustenance?”
“Hmm, your usual self?” she teased.
“Not funny.” He grunted before easing out of her and gently pushing her to her feet. When she wobbled a bit, his hands grabbed her waist. “Easy now. Let me help you out.” After he climbed out of the hot-tub, he took both of her hands in his to make sure she didn’t slip.
She rewarded his efforts with a kiss. “Thank you, my love.”
“You’re welcome.”
Two terry cloth robes hung behind the door, and after toweling off, Emma gladly threw on one. She padded down the hallway into the kitchen. Flinging open the massive stainless steel refrigerator door, she eyed the contents. Aidan must’ve placed quite an order for them because there was a huge vegetable tray, one of all kind of sandwich meats and cheeses, and a bowl of fresh fruit.
After grabbing the vegetable and fruit, her eyes landed on a can of whipped cream. Glancing back at the bedroom, she nibbled her lip and wondered if she had the sassiness to actually suggest it. Turning around, she placed the items on the counter before taking a deep breath and grabbing it. As she started munching on some carrots and celery, she knew what she really wanted. “Babe?” she called.
“Yeah?”
“Did you bring in that box of food that Grammy sent with the BBQ leftovers?”
“Hang on. I think it’s in here.”
While she heard him fumbling around in the mountain of suitcases, she opened the fruit bowl. She was half-way through it when he finally appeared. “Grammy’s to-go boxes look like luggage,” he mused.
“She’s serious about the Tupperware and containers.” Motioning to the floral bag, Emma said, “I bought her that from the Americus Mart in Atlanta.” Then something else caught her eye, and she gulped. “You found my handcuffs?”
A mischievous grin curved on his lips. “While looking for the leftovers, I found your treat bag.”
Her cheeks warmed at the thoughts of some of the items. “Most of what was in there were joke gifts from my lingerie shower. Not real stuff for us to use.”
“Then why did you bring them?”
She shrugged. “I was in a hurry, so I just threw it all in the bag.”
Aidan twirled the furry green handcuffs on his finger. “You don’t want to try these?”
Nibbling on her lip, she said, “I will if you will.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Slowly she walked around the side of the counter. Aidan hadn’t even bothered putting on a robe or any clothes. She snatched the handcuffs off his finger with one hand while she brought her other to his chest. Pushing him, she directed him over to one of the kitchen chairs. “Sit,” she instructed.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, a curious gleam in his eye.
Opening up one of the cuffs, she took his hand. Without protesting, Aidan let her snap it around his wrist. Walking behind him, she pulled his other hand back and then cuffed him. Aidan tugged against the binding, but it didn’t give. “Hmm, am I your prisoner now?”
“Maybe.”
Glancing over her shoulder, the can of whipped cream caught her eye. When she started over to get it, Aidan shimmied around in the chair. “Where are you going?”
She grinned back at him. “You’ll see.” She grabbed the can then made her way back over to him.
He gazed at the can and then cocked his brows at her. “And just what do you plan to do with that?”
“Why eat it of course.” She shook it up and then popped off the top. Leaning over, she squirted a zigzagging line from his chest-bone down to his belly button. Aidan jerked at the cold liquid hitting his skin. Straddling him, she eased down on his lap. When she licked her lips in anticipation, Aidan’s growing erection bucked between them. She stared down at it and grinned. “Down boy. You’ll get your turn.”
Aidan groaned at the insinuation and let his head fall back. She brought her mouth to his chest and started licking and sucking off the whipped cream. Aidan’s breath hitched as she went further down, nibbling and tasting his skin. Just when she got to his erection, she started her way back up his chest. He let out a frustrated gasp of air and bucked his hips. Once she had licked his chest clean, she climbed off his lap.
“Stand up.”
“Wait-what?” Aidan frantically asked.
Emma rolled her eyes. “Do you honestly think I’m getting on my knees on this hardwood?” She made a tsking noise. “You gotta work with me Big Papa.”
A relieved look flashed on his face. “Thank God.”
She brought her lips to his, giving him a long, lingering kiss. Aidan swept his tongue around her mouth and over her lips, searching out the sweetness of the whipped cream. Sliding her hand between them, she worked her fingers over his hardness.
Aidan moaned against her lips. She released him and then broke their kiss to ease down in the chair. His hands fought against the cuffs. “Take off your robe,” he commanded.
She glanced up at him and shook her head. “Please?” he croaked.
“You really want me naked?”
“Mmm, you know I always want to see you. Your breasts, your legs, your p-ssy.”
“Aidan!” she squealed dropping the whipped cream.
“What?”
“I can’t believe you said that word!”
“Which one?” he teased.
Knowing he wouldn’t let up until she said it, she whispered, “p-ssy.”
He chuckled. “What would you rather me say? Your cu—”
Her hand flew over his mouth to silence him, and she shook her head wildly. “No, no! That one is even worse.”
When she took her hand away, a smirk curved on his lips. “Emma, did you not enjoy me stroking and licking your p-ssy tonight?”
“Please stop saying that!” She bent over to pick up the whipped cream can.
“When I get out of these handcuffs, I’m going to finger your—”
She shot him a warning look. “I mean it, Aidan.”
A wicked grin flashed on his face. “You’re going to beg me to f*ck your…down there.”
Fighting not to smile, she said, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to use the sash of this robe to gag you so I don’t have to hear you anymore.”
Aidan chuckled. “At least that means you’d be naked.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Come on, babe. I just saw every inch of you fifteen minutes ago.”
“Fine, fine. If it’ll shut you up,” she huffed. She untied the sash, and the bulky robe fell from her body.
Aidan gave her an appreciative wink. “Thank you, beautiful.”
She glanced shyly up at him. “You’re welcome.”
Cocking his head, he then asked, “Now will you please suck me off?”
Emma busted out laughing. “When you ask nicely like that, of course I will,” she teased. She waved the can of whipped cream at him. “But let’s sweeten the pot, okay?”
“Mmm, okay.”
After squirting a considerable about of whipped cream into the palm of her hand, she started slathering Aidan’s cock. He shuddered and closed his eyes. When she leaned over to flick her tongue across the tip, he groaned. She slid her tongue from the root back to the tip, nipping and licking off the sweetness. Then she gripped him in one hand and swept him into her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks, she suctioned him hard.
He bucked his hips while his arms flexed against the binding of the cuffs. She knew he wanted to be free to wrap his fingers in her hair. When she let him fall free of her mouth, his body trembled. “Em, please.”
Ignoring him, she went about licking off the remaining whipped cream while making long strokes with her hand. Her fingers were almost stuck together, so she sped up the pace. Taking only the tip back in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around and around the shaft, alternating between suctioning it and teasingly flicking it. Aidan’s chest heaved, and his breath came in raspy pants.
When she took him deeper in her mouth, a groan rumbled through his chest. She could feel him tensing and tightening for release. She jerked him harder and faster in her hand while her mouth worked over him. “Yes…uh…oh God, Em!” A shudder ran through his body as he came into her mouth. “F*ck yes!” His hips jerked and bucked through his release.
He gazed down at her with a thoroughly f*cked gleam in his eyes. “Please tell me you have a key for these?”
Rising out of the chair, she then crooked her finger for him to follow her down the hall, and he happily obliged.