He let me fall from his mouth, stroking me. “Like blow jobs?”
“Yes.” My word was more of a whimper.
“Do you want me to continue?”
I nodded, not trusting my words.
He obliged and took me to the back of his throat, my tip hitting it with every suck. His tongue lavishing around my shaft, swirling over all the sensitive parts of me and into my slit as he pulled back.
“You taste so good, my Prince.” His eyes dilated and he was sexy as fuck. Sexier like this than when he was a mysterious Daddy and I hated realizing it. I’d loved the fantasy but I liked this more. Someone who wanted me for me.
I felt hot and desired. Powerful. More powerful than even in the library.
“Daddy, you’re going to make me come.”
His lips pulled tight in a smile and he spoke around my head, tongue still teasing. “That’s the idea. I want your release.”
I gasped, eyes closing. His fingers splayed over my ass, grabbing and digging into the meat of my cheek, keeping me where he wanted me. I was so close. He was going to push me off the edge any minute. I started to whimper and plead. He pushed harder with his fingers and I lost it, spilling into his mouth. My vision started to go black and I staggered.
He was on his feet in an instant, catching me and hugging me into his chest. He embraced me until I felt steady and beyond. We stood in the water like that for a long time, only moving when it ran cold.
I came down and groaned. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” he asked, pulling back so he could look into my eyes.
“I don’t even know. I want to blame the blood loss but I think it’s everything.”
“Let’s get you dry and talk.”
“I don’t want to talk.” And I didn’t. Ever. I wanted to fuck until we could escape here and pretend I didn’t have to think about anything until then.
Adam could not know.
What if he came home early because of the snow?
I was so screwed.
Three
JENSEN
I had to figure out how to get Aiden to talk to me. This wasn’t something we could sweep under the rug and pretend never happened. I wanted it talked about and I wanted this to continue. I wasn’t ready to give up things with Aiden.
“Come on, let's get you dried off.” I helped him out of the shower and found towels in his linen closet. I let him take one and checked his stitches before drying myself off.
“I would offer you something other than jeans, but I don’t have anything that will fit you.” He glanced down at himself and then at me.
I was roughly twice his size, not only in height but also in width. He had fine bones and delicate features, where I was just big. “I’ll be fine in my jeans and sleep in nothing.”
He stared at me. “Sure, I’ll make up the guest room.” His words stung but I knew why he was doing it.
“If you’d feel more comfortable that way, of course.” I wasn’t going to let him rile me. Not when we were stuck here together. I’d been taking care of his needs for months and I could tell parts of him still wanted that.
His brother was my best friend and had saved me in a lot of ways, but I didn’t think Adam would disown me for this. I’d taken the risk and I was going to stand by it. The rest would work itself out as long as I didn’t spook Aiden again.
He narrowed his eyes at me and turned on his heel, walking out of the room. I followed him, glad he couldn’t see the amusement written all over my face. He dressed while I did the same. He seemed calmer once clothed again.
“Ready to talk?” I asked.
“I’m going to make sure the phone lines are working.” He stormed out of the room.
I picked my cell up off the nightstand and it had one bar. Not great, but our town was in the middle of nowhere. I knew Aiden had a cell phone. I’d seen him use it at the library. I followed him out of the room. He hung up the landline and then walked to the firewood stack, surveying it like we were going to freeze to death.
His brother texted me, but I would check them after I figured out how to persuade Aiden that Adam wouldn’t disown him. I sat on the back of the sofa, waiting for him to get through his ritual or whatever this was. Next Aiden moved to his fridge and the freezer. He muttered under his breath and huffed.
“What's the matter?” I asked. This had to be some sort of ploy to get me to enquire and I was giving in to him.
“If this lasts longer than two days, we are going to be in serious trouble.”
I schooled my features, stepping towards him. “Why is that?”
“I haven’t shopped in a week. We barely have enough food and the firewood is low. I didn’t refill it last night for obvious reasons…” He trailed off but he attempted to look concerned.
“If it lasts more than two days, then I’ll dig us out.” I would be digging us out long before that because there was no way Aiden would be able to stay here longer than that. “But it won’t. They’ll have the ploughs working double time.”
The crease in his brow deepened and he crossed his arms over his chest. Aiden was acting out for attention, knowingly or not. I would need to work out ways for him to let me know when he needed special time to work through his feelings. I needed time for that, right now required a quick solution.
“How are you going to dig us out?” he asked. “All we have is a baby shovel.”
“I want you to remember that next time you get it out,” I replied, not giving in to his freak out just yet.
He side-eyed me and huffed, going about checking his supplies again.
“You know I’ve spent a lot of time in remote cabins. We will be fine.”
“I like to make sure everything is in order.” Aiden was going to give me a headache with all his pacing.
I caught him by the shirt next time he passed. He looked from my hand to my eyes, gaze narrowing. Slowly I pushed to my feet, towering over him. I loved the difference in our sizes.
He pulled his shirt tugging it free from my grasp. I grabbed his wrist tightening my fingers around it.
“What?” he asked at last, finally lifting his eyes to mine.
“You need to slow down.”
“I have things to do.”
“You don’t have anything pressing.” I brought his arm behind his back, twisting it slightly.
He winced, clenching his teeth.
I put my palm on his cheek and lowered my mouth to his. “Calm down.”
He trembled and parted his lips, tongue meeting mine, soft moans. Lovely sounds, all for me. I drank them down as I kissed him.
“Wow.” His breath hitched as he spoke.
“Are you going to stop freaking out now?” I asked when I pulled back.
“You kissed me?” He was stammering and I didn’t think this was going to be better.
If a kiss was all it took to win him over, I guess I’d be kissing him until the snow melted, which when I thought about it wasn’t the worst idea in the world.
“Yes.” I searched his face, making sure this was a good reaction. I was usually pretty good at reading his emotions. I had spent a lot of time taking care of his needs.
“You’ve never kissed me before,” he whispered.