Chapter 16

(***Rylan***)

Tori looks like she wants to cry for the child I used to be. It makes me like her a bit more than I already do. She would think of the child above all else, and that is what Eva never did. She thought only of her pain and made me pay for the sin of my parents.

“How did your stepmother treat you? Please tell me she wasn’t one of those mean women who took out her adult issue on an innocent child. I hate women like that. I mean, I understand what she must have been feeling, but to take it out on an innocent child is just cruel."

“Eva did just that with her words, and on a few occasions she slapped me. When I got older, she was less mean; now I think she has just accepted it, meaning me, as she called me often."

“I am so sorry you had to live like that. Actions have consequences, but the innocent should never be punished for those actions."

Aaron stands up, then swiftly walks into the house. I frown because I don’t know what was said to cause him to leave like that. Tori moves to stand up, but Michael holds her and pulls her back down.

“Give him space, Tori."

“Rosalie, would you mind if I went check on him?” I asked my sister.

“I am going to go to bed anyway. Tomorrow is going to stink, so I might as well get some sleep while I can.” She stands up, and I do the same.

"Goodnight, you two. Thank you for dinner.” We both say that, then walk into the house.

Rosalie heads to her room, and I hesitate for a few seconds while I think about where Aaron could have gone. I don’t know the full layout of his house since I have only been here a few times. I know where his office is, so I head there first.

His office is empty, but I take a look around while I am here. It is very clean in here; nothing looks out of place at all. His huge mahogany desk is at an angle, so when he is sitting at it, he can stare into the fireplace. Behind it are bookshelves lined with books, nicknacks, and framed family photos.

The nicknacks surprised me as I walked closer to look at some of them. Large rocks, odd little trinkets that look like tourist shop souvenirs, and a signed baseball with a glove beside it. He is a collector.

I will ask him about this stuff another time. For now, I still need to find him. I leave his office and head to the second floor. I take a left at the top of the stairs and head down the hall. There are only two doors down this way, and one is slightly open. I walk to the open door slowly.

I step up to the door and push it open further. Aaron is lying on his back on a huge ass bed. He has one of his arms over his eyes, and his other is clenched in a fist at his side. This isn’t a good sign.

“Is everything okay?” I ask in a soft tone.

He says nothing at first, but after a few moments, he sits up and looks at me. There is a haunted look in his eyes that makes me shiver. He holds out a hand for me to join him on the bed, so I walk to him, but before I can sit down, he pulls me onto his lap and buries his head against my neck. I can feel his body shudder as he fights for control.

It is then that it dawns on me what is going through his mind. The mother and child that he couldn’t save. I remember hearing about the incident after the fact, and my heart broke for him and those two souls he tried to save.

“I got you,” I whisper as his arms wrap around my waist.

We sit in silence for a long time as he holds me close. I can’t imagine what he felt that day. He tried to help, but innocent lives were caught in the crossfire. That was beyond his control.

I can feel his body gradually relax as his mind lets go of the terrible nightmare he went through. He kisses my neck, then lifts his head so he can look at me. I watch as the haunted look slowly fades from his brown eyes.

“Thank you, Rylan."

“Anytime. I got your back."

“Stay in here with me tonight. Please?"

“I was planning on sneaking in here after everyone else had gone to bed. If I stay in here now, then my plans to seduce you would be ruined."

“Baby, you seduce me just by being you." He kisses my lips softly, and my heart flutters with joy at his statement.

"Well, let me go back to my room so I can at least grab my pajamas." I wiggle off his lap, then head for the door.

“You won’t be sleeping in them, so why bother?"

Heat slithers through my body at the sultry promise his words carry, causing my core to throb in anticipation. I rush out of his room so I can get back faster. My heart is beating fast as I think of what he will do to me in that huge bed of his all night.  

By the time I reached my room, I decided to just grab my bag instead of just my night clothes. There is no point in pretending that I slept in the guest room. I am sure his parents assume I will already be in his room.

When I walk back into his room, he is lying on the bed in just his boxers. The black comforter is folded down to the end of the bed to show gray silk sheets. Oh man, the silk sheets look so inviting, and he looks so fucking sexy just lying there with one arm lifted up under his head.

Breathe, I remind myself as I just stare at the fine ass man in that huge bed. 

“Like what you see?” His voice is husky as he looks at me while he glides his free hand down his body until it rests on the waistband of his boxers.

If my panties weren’t already wet from his earlier statement, they are now. Holy shit, this man looks like he could be on the cover of Sports Illustrated or GQ Magazine. I suddenly want to lick my way down his body and then pull his boxers off with my teeth.

“Take a picture, baby; it will last longer."

I drop my bag on the floor, kick his door closed, then walk towards the end of the bed. “That is a very cliche line, but lucky for you, I already plan on getting naked."

"Oh, really now? Then start by losing those pants but keeping the shirt. Your breasts look amazing in that, by the way."

After I kick my shoes off, I unbutton my jeans, then start to lower them over my hips, but stop as an idea pops into my head. I turn around, then continue to slowly shimmy out of my jeans. When I get them down to my knees, I bend over to give him a nice view of my ass.

The thong I am wearing is black lace, and I can tell he approves by the low growl coming from behind me. I wiggle my ass for him, then stand up straight as I kick my feet out of the jeans. When I turn around to look at him, a gasp leaves my lips at the sight before me.

Aaron is now naked on the gray silk sheets and has his raging erection in one hand as he strokes himself. I can't help but stare with extreme fascination as his hand strokes up, swivels around the tip, then strokes back down his shaft ever so slowly. His eyes have been on mine the entire time.

“Oh, that is so hot."

He smirks as he continues to stroke himself. I lick my lips as I get on the bed, then crawl my way in between his legs. After moving his hand out of the way, I take over where he left off. He hisses out a breath as I stroke up and down faster than he was going.

"Wait," he says breathlessly.

“Nope, I want to make you come first this time."

"Baby, we need to have a small talk first. I want to fuck you bare, no condoms, but I..."

“Shhhh, I have an IUD and am clean too. We can have a more serious discussion after you fuck …” I don’t get to finish my statement because Aaron flips me onto my back.

He tears my panties off and is buried to the hilt faster than I have time to react. I moan out his name, then wrap my legs around his waist. He fuses his mouth with mine as he thrusts into me hard and fast.

This right here is exactly what I have wanted all day. It is primal animalistic fucking. There is nothing gentle about the way he is gripping my left breast with one hand, my right hip with the other, and his tongue dueling with mine all while he pounds into me ruthlessly. 

I fucking love it.

When he lets go so he can lift himself up on his hands and then hooks my legs over his arms, I know it is about to get even more intense than it already is. With my legs open wider, he is able to go deeper and faster than before. He hits so deeply that I can feel him bump my cervix.

The wet slap of his flesh against mine is turning me on even more. The feeling of his balls being slapped against me on every forward thrust makes me moan. He fills me up in ways that I can’t even describe. I have never felt this full in my life until I had him.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan as he continues to thrust so powerfully into me. It feels so good that I could swear I saw stars when my orgasm crashed through me. It was only then that he slowed down.

The change of pace was like having whiplash. He pulls out fast, then flips me over onto my stomach. I spread my legs open and wiggled my ass in a clear invitation. He slaps my ass cheek, making me cry out in surprise.

He slips a hand underneath me, then pulls my ass up off the bed. I keep the rest of my body flat on the bed as he thrusts back into me. I moan his name as he goes back to that same brutal pace. Each hard jolt of his hips against my ass pushes me up further on the bed until he reaches forward to place one hand on my shoulder to hold me in position.

“Ry…fuck…” he hisses as I orgasm again.

I feel his body tense right before he thrusts harder than before. He growls my name, and I can feel his cock pulsate as my pussy milks it for everything he has as his orgasm hits him. He thrusts forward a few more times, then leans down to place a gentle kiss between my shoulder blades.

A moan escapes my lips as he pulls out of me. I will be sore tomorrow, but it is worth it. That was amazing, and I want to do it all over again and again. I don’t think that I will ever get enough of this man. Sex with him is beyond explosive.

Aaron slaps my ass again, making me yelp in surprise. He takes my breath away when he scoops me up into his arms and carries me across the bedroom to what I can only assume is the bathroom. He flips the light on to illuminate the room, and I was right.

He sits me gently on a fluffy gray stool next to a tub that looks like it could fit at least four people quite comfortably. He moves to turn the water on, pours in some lavender oil, and then he turns back to me.

“I was too rough with you, so I thought a nice hot bath would be helpful."

“I will be sore, but I loved it. Why do you have such a big ass bathtub?"

“You’ll find out,” he says, glances over his shoulder, then comes back to me and picks me up.

He steps into the tub, then slowly sits down in the hot water. I settle between his legs, with my back against his chest. This is something I could get used to with him. He is taking care of me after fucking me so thoroughly.

I turn my head to look up at him after I hear a beeping sound. Soft music starts playing through speakers that I can’t see, and jets all around the sides of the tub turn on. His damn bathtub is a jacuzzi. Holy shit.

“If I hadn’t just been thoroughly pleasured by you, I would let you have your way with me right here in this jacuzzi.” I tell him before letting out a sigh of pleasure as the heat and pressure from the jets work their magic.

"I figured you would like this.” He leans me forward a little, then starts massaging my back and shoulders.

I can’t help but moan as he works out kicks in my neck that I didn’t know were there until his fingers started to knead them. Is there nothing that this man isn’t good at? Goodness, it feels so good to have someone pamper me like this.

“Aaron, I think I am in love with your bathtub." I let out another moan as he moved to the small of my back.

“Just wait until you see the shower."

“I like the color scheme you have going on here and in your bedroom. The black and gray marble in here is beautiful."

“I almost went with cream and gold marble, but I really do like the black and gray. I hate decorating, but I used Quinn’s interior designers. They are a great team and worked with me on what I wanted."

“It is very chic and will not really go out of style. Oh, yes, right there,” I moan as he hits a spot on my lower back that makes my toes curl.

An hour later, after a very hot make-out session in the jacuzzi, he lifts me up out of the tub and then dries us both off. When he is done pampering me, he carries me back to the bed, then covers us both up once he has me snuggled close to his side. I can feel the drowsiness sneaking up on me as he lazily runs a hand up and down my hip.

“What should I expect on this trip? How much resistance will Rosalie’s husband give her?"

I groan as he pops the bubble we have been in for the last several hours.