Chapter 11

(***Rylan***)

On the entire drive home, I could feel Rosalie’s eyes on me. I know she has questions, but there is no way I want to have this conversation in the car. I need more wine before I'll even discuss it.

My heart is still fluttering in my chest as I remember those sweet kisses and what he said to me about meaning more to him than I think. Then embarrassment floods through me when I remember that my sister saw it all. I am just happy she didn’t hear everything he said.

The thought of there being a next time makes me squeeze my thighs together the best I can while driving. I know what his mouth feels like on my skin, how his hands caress my body, and, oh, how I know what his tongue feels like as he makes me cry out his name in pleasure.

Now I want to know what he tastes like, but more than that, I want to know what his cock feels like while we make love.

The moment we get home, I go straight to my bedroom for a much-needed moment alone. I change out of my clothes and into a pair of gray silk pajamas. After pulling my hair out of the ponytail, I put the hair band around my wrist and headed out into the living room.

Rosalie is curled up on the couch with a mug of what smells like hot chocolate. She points at the coffee table, where another mug is sitting. I can see the steam rising from it, so I know she just made them.

“Go ahead and ask your questions,” I tell her with a laugh when she raises a finely arched eyebrow at me.

“How do you know those people that I met tonight?”

“That is what you want to know first?”

Rosalie laughs and nods her head.

“I met Quinn and Aaron while I was in the army. I served with Quinn and Aaron in the army, working as their medic during my first deployment. Annora is Quinn’s wife. Tori and Michael are Aaron’s parents. Quinn, Annie, and Aaron are all really good friends of mine.”

She sips her hot chocolate, then looks at me with a knowing smile. “How long have you and Mr.Tall and Sexy been sleeping together?”

I choked on my drink. She went right to it. I shake my head as I look at my hands.

“We have never slept together. It is complicated.”

“You are in love with him, aren’t you?”

To answer this question, all I can do is nod my head.

“Does he love you?”

That is the million-dollar question right there. I know he cares about me, and I know that it is more than just as a friend; does he love me like I love him?" That is something I want the answer to, too.

“From what I saw before we left, there is something there. Something I don’t think I ever had with Grant.” This time, her voice is sad.

I angle my body so that we are facing each other. “Do you love your husband?”

“Not anymore, but I did once. He killed any love I had left for him when he cheated on me for the fourth time and beat me too many times to count. I will be filing for divorce.”

“Why did you stay for so long, Rosalie? Please don’t tell me it is because of our mother and her asinine values.

She leans towards the coffee table to sit her mug down, then sits back and looks at me with a sad expression. “The first time he cheated on me, it was a year after we got married. He was so apologetic that I forgave him. The second time he cheated on me, I was angry, and that is when he started beating me.”

I watch as she wipes a tear from her cheek. Reaching behind me, I grab a tissue out of the box on the table and hand it to her. She takes a deep breath after taking it.

“His words scared me, making me afraid to leave as he threatened to find me and drag me back home no matter where I went. Grant says that he can do whatever he wants, but I have to uphold my vows to love, honor, and obey him until death do us part. The obey part he beat into me every time he cheated, and I threatened to leave.”

“When you go home to file charges, I will go with you. Then you are packing everything of yours in that house and coming back here with me.”

She looks at me in surprise. “You would do that for me? We have never really gotten along in the past.”

“I will do this for you because you are my sister and we need to stick together. Now is a good time to get to know each other and be sisters.”

“Our mother will lose her mind.”

I laugh. “Let her. She is the biggest hypocrite that I know. I am living proof of her hypocrisy. She cheated on her first husband rather than fix her marriage like she preaches about. Not only that, but she cheated with a married man and almost ruined another marriage in the process.”

“Wait, what? She told me her first husband died and that your father and his wife were in the process of divorce when they met and conceived you.”

I just blink in stunned silence. Our mother told a bald-faced lie to cover her ass. Did she tell the same story to Felix, her husband? Why I am surprised is beyond me.

“Now you know her true face. I learned all of this from my father, and when I was fifteen, I confronted her about it. Her silence was enough, but she later admitted that it was the truth.”

We stayed up talking for a few more hours, and by the time we both walked to our rooms, I had a much better idea of who my sister is. I think we will get along far better now than we ever did as kids. I will do everything in my power to help her get away from her douchebag husband.

An idea occurs to me as I am lying in bed trying to sleep. Aaron is an intimidating man, and if he comes with us, then maybe Grant will not do anything stupid to prevent Rosalie from leaving. I will call him in the morning to see if he wants to take a trip with us.

Thinking of Aaron causes my body to heat and my core to throb painfully. A cold shower is a great idea right now. I quickly get out of bed and head into my bathroom. After stripping myself of my clothes, I stand in front of the mirror, looking at my naked body.

My body exudes a toned and firm physique in the areas that matter, while still maintaining a desirable softness and curves. I can’t wait to have his hands on me again. This time, I want to feel his touch everywhere.

I hop in the shower to try to cool down, but my mind gets away from me as images of his powerful back and very toned upper body keep flashing through my head. I let my fingers trail down my soapy body until they reached my core.

I use those images and the memories of his tongue on my clit to drive myself up and over that peak until I orgasm in a silent cry of pleasure.

That isn’t the first time I have used my thoughts of Aaron to pleasure myself, and I am sure it won’t be the last time, either. That man is divine. He is drop-dead gorgeous and drives me to all kinds of pornographic thoughts of pure carnal pleasure. 

After my orgasm fades, I turn the heat up, then wash the soap away. I step out of the shower and wrap my body and hair in towels, then head back into my bedroom. Instead of getting dressed again, I lay on the bed, just as I am. Soon, I let the darkness of sleep claim me.

I have no idea how long I was asleep for, but the buzzing of my phone woke me. The time shows that it is just past midnight. There is a text message from Aaron. I fumble with the lock screen to read what it says.

Ry, I can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about how soft your lips are. Let me in, Rylan.

I texted him back quickly. If only you were here.

I am. Let me in.

I jolt up into a sitting position, and the towel on my hair falls onto the bed. That is when I hear a light tapping noise on my bedroom window. Holy shit, he really is here. I scramble off the bed and rush to the window.

There, in the bush outside my window, is Aaron Carter in a white tank top and running shorts. I open the window, and he wastes no time by climbing right in. When I feel his eyes roam over my body, it is then that I remember that I am still in my bath towel.

“Well, isn’t this convenient?” His voice is low and husky as he pulls me into his arms.

“Were you out for a run?” I can feel the sweat on his skin as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I had a nightmare, so I chose to go for a run to work it off. Halfway through my run, I decided that there was a better place I wanted to be, so I got in my car and drove here.”

Before I can say anything, he crashes his lips down on mine. This kiss is not like the sweet kiss from earlier; it is tender but much more sensual. He molds my body against his as his tongue slips into my mouth.

Aaron reaches up with one hand to fist it into my hair while his other hand grips my ass. Our tongues duel with each other, as we both want more from each other. I moan into his mouth when I feel his palm on the bare skin of my ass.  

“I like the sound of your moan,” he says when he breaks the kiss. He then tilts my head to the side and trails a path of soft kisses from the corner of my mouth to my ear. “I want to make you moan for me while I taste that sweet pussy again.”

Desire for him makes my core throb with need. I can feel my own wetness as he continues his trail of kisses down my neck until he latches on to the tender skin at the junction of my neck and shoulder. I can feel his teeth as he nibbles on my neck.

“Aaron…”

He pulls back enough to lift me up, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. He spins us around, then he falls onto the bed with me under him. My towel comes loose around my breasts in the process, which causes him to lean so he can spread the towel open further.

“Have I ever told you how amazing your breasts are?”

I shake my head as he just stares down at them.

“You have some world-class tits, Ry. I have wanted to touch them for so long, and now that I have, I don’t think I will ever get enough.”

He leans down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I grind my core against his very thick erection as he licks, nibbles, and fondles my breasts. The towel loosens completely, so the only thing between his cock and my wetness is his running shorts.

I can feel the heat of it rubbing against me, and I would love it if he were to just lower his shorts enough to free his shaft so he can finally fuck me. He reaches one hand down between our bodies and slips a finger inside me.

“Oh fuck, you are so wet for me. You are driving me crazy here, Rylan. I want to bury myself in you so badly.”

“Then do it already,” I moan as he slips another finger inside and starts to circle my clit with his thumb as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

“I would, baby, but I don’t have a condom.”

I open my mouth to tell him that I have some in my nightstand drawer, but he hits just the right spot, and an orgasm takes my breath away. Before I regain my senses, Aaron has both of my arms over my head, pinned with one hand at the wrist. His other hand is continuing its work, bringing me pleasure.

“Oh shit, I am so close.”

“Do you like that? I want to taste you again so bad, Ry.”

I open my eyes and am stunned by the raw emotion in his eyes. What I see isn’t just lust. He is looking at me like I am precious to him. I take a deep breath, then lift my head up, and he meets my demands with his lips.

Another orgasm rips through me, and I moan into his kiss. I tear my mouth from his and tug on my hands to get him to let go. When he does, I shove him off me, and then, as he rolls over onto his back, I straddle him.

His eyes go wide as he stares up at me. “You are so fucking beautiful, Rylan.”

“You got to have all the fun last time. It is my turn now.”

“I don’t have a condom, baby. We can’t do what I know you want to. Plus, I want our first time to be more... “

“I have condoms in my nightstand drawer,” I tell him with a smirk.

Aaron jerks his head to the side as he looks at my nightstand. He bites his lower lips, then scoots us both up the bed until he can reach the drawer. However, he stops when my hand closes around his erection.

“Fuck,” he hissed out as he looked back at me.

I stroke up and down his shaft slowly, watching his face as I do. I love how expressive his face is right now. There is no more hiding how he feels, and it is about damn time. I can see everything he feels right there in his eyes.

“Rylan…”

“Tell me what you want, Aaron,” I tell him as I keep stroking his cock.

“I want you to take me into your mouth. I have thought about the way it would feel to have your lips wrapped around me so many times.”

I get off him, then kneel between his legs. He lifts his hips so I can remove his shorts. His shaft is larger than I ever imagined, but there is no going back now. I take him into my mouth, and the sound he makes is music to my ears.

Aaron Carter is mine.