Chapter 65 Aslan
Aslan
Aitor ignored the message. But seconds later another came, then another.
“Do you need to answer that?” I asked, suddenly remembering he didn’t really have any family who would be texting him.
“It’s probably some school group chat.” He shrugged, muting his phone.
Somehow, knowing his sole focus was on me and our first day together made me feel more special than any grand gesture could have.
By the time evening arrived and the light outside the windows had turned soft and golden, Aitor stood and stretched. “Jacuzzi?” he suggested.
I raised an eyebrow. “It would be almost an insult to waste the complimentary—and probably overpriced—spa.”
He grinned. “Totally. We have to respect the amenities.”
Fair enough.
The bathroom was huge, the jacuzzi already filled with steaming water by the time we stepped inside. Soft music played quietly from his phone while the room slowly filled with warm mist.
We stripped without much ceremony, though I couldn’t stop my eyes from checking him out. His broad chest, his beautiful body covered in lean muscle. He was tall and slim but sexy as hell. Like a porcelain prince. Flawless.
I stretched out a hand to touch him, wanting to feel his skin under my fingertips, when the music suddenly cut off, interrupted by a phone call.
He quickly rejected it, but I saw the flicker cross his face.
“Is it…?”
“It’s nothing and no one that cannot wait. This is our time, and we deserve it.” He kissed my forehead, gently running his fingers through my hair. “Come here.”
After the morning we’d had, the whole thing felt strangely normal.
The hot water wrapped around us the moment we stepped in, immediately relaxing muscles I hadn’t even realized were tense. Aitor sat beside me, our shoulders brushing as we settled into the corner of the tub.
For a while we just stayed there, surrounded by warmth, quiet music, and the faint scent of soap and steam.
Eventually his arm slid around me, pulling me a little closer. I leaned into him without thinking, closing my eyes and letting myself sink into the moment—his warmth, his scent, the feeling of his skin against mine.
When I opened my eyes again, his face was inches from mine, his lips hovering close enough that I could feel his breath.
Instinct took over.
I kissed him slowly, gently, like we were both tasting the moment instead of rushing through it.
His hand slid to the back of my neck as the kiss deepened, his mouth warm and patient against mine. Our breathing slowly matched, the quiet tension between us building again the way it had the night before.
My fingers drifted along his shoulder, feeling the solid warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his breathing.
The kiss grew deeper, hungrier. The heat from the water mixed with the heat building between us, my heart beginning to beat faster as his hand moved slowly along my back.
For a moment the world shrank to nothing but the two of us—his lips, his breath, his hands.
Then his mouth brushed along my jaw, down my neck. A shiver traced a path down my spine that had nothing to do with the water.
He pressed closer, and suddenly our bodies were flush against each other, the bubbles between us doing nothing to hide the fact that we were both getting hard. It was a hungry, insistent pressure, as a war started inside me. A part of me wanted to pull away, but a bigger, needier part wanted to grind against him until we both shattered.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, wild beat. I was frozen, trapped between what I should want and what I actually needed.
Aitor seemed to understand my paralysis. With a low groan, his hands slid down to my waist, and he lifted me like I weighed nothing, setting me on the cool tile edge of the jacuzzi.
The water swirled around my calves as he settled between my legs. He didn't say a word, just leaned in and kissed me again, slow and deep. Then his lips began to travel, trailing down my chest, my stomach. His tongue traced the line of my hip bone, and I was panting, my hands gripping the edge of the tub so hard my knuckles were white.
He settled himself between my open legs, his breath hot against my skin, his lips exploring their way down before wrapping around my cock. I gasped, my head falling back. For a minute, it was perfect. It was exactly what I needed to forget. I was hard, thrusting into the wet heat of his mouth, my body taking over.
But then the image hit me like a punch to the gut. It wasn't Aitor's dark, silky hair I was fisting. It was Garrett's blonde curls. It wasn't Aitor looking up at me. It was those icy blue eyes, the ones that had watched me with a mix of awe and ownership the only time he'd ever done this. A sharp, sudden pain lanced through my chest, so real it felt like a physical blow.
I was about to push Aitor away, to stop this right now, when the music cut out and his phone started ringing, the sound sharp and intrusive in the humid air.
We both ignored it, our bodies still locked together. Then it rang again. And again. A nagging, demanding sound that shattered the moment completely, pulling me out of my inner conflict and throwing me back into the painful reality of the here and now.
Aitor sighed softly.
“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, brushing a damp strand of hair away from my face before shifting away from me. “Let me turn that off.”
He climbed out of the jacuzzi, grabbing a towel as he walked toward the chair where he had left his phone. I watched him from the warm water, suddenly aware of the strange tightness in my chest again.
When he looked at the screen, something flickered across his face.
Concern. Then annoyance. Then something heavier that I couldn’t quite place.
He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his wet hair.
“I wouldn’t normally tell anyone to answer their phone right now,” I said quietly, glancing back at him. “But… you probably should.”
He hesitated.
“It seems urgent,” I added.
The phone started ringing again.
Aitor looked down at it for another second, jaw tightening, then finally answered.
“What is it?”
There was a pause, the distant sound of someone talking rapidly through the speaker.
“Slow down, dude,” Aitor said, rubbing his forehead. “I’m not there.”
Another pause.
“I said I’m not there. I’m out.”
His eyes flicked briefly toward me.
“Just out, Garr.”
My breath caught.
“I’ll see you tonight, okay? I can’t talk now, but it’ll be fine. I’ll come by later. Alright?”
Another short pause.
“Yeah. Later.”
He ended the call and lowered the phone slowly, staring at the dark screen for a moment before setting it down.
From the jacuzzi, I watched him in silence.
There was something strangely beautiful about the way Aitor handled Garrett. The patience in his voice. The quiet understanding, even when he sounded annoyed.
It was almost… parental.
And the realization hit me suddenly.
Garrett might be the most powerful guy at Crownwell, the leader of the Constellation, the one everyone feared…
But in many ways, he was also something else entirely.
A lost kid.
And for reasons I still didn’t fully understand, neither Aitor nor I seemed capable of letting him go.