Page 34 of Spring Fling
“Joe, there’s someone here for you. Can you maybe give me a heads up when your friends are coming by, please?”
I sighed. That was a fair request. One of her rules when I moved in was that I wouldn’t have uninvited guests. I’d been trampling all over that one over the last few months.
My socked feet hit the floor, and I slowly made my way up the stairs, checking my phone on the way. No one had messaged me,but that didn’t mean someone wasn’t there. I froze at the top step to see Aiden sitting at my sister’s kitchen table while McKenzie talked his ear off.
“And then Uncle Joe gave me this pretty shell. It was all pink inside and when you put it to your ear, you can hear the ocean. Do you like the ocean, Aiden?”
I laughed as I came up behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders. For a six-year-old, she had a ton of energy, but Aiden was aware of the conch shell I’d bought for her in Mexico. He’d even helped me pick it out.
“McBug, why don’t you let me talk to Aiden for a bit?”
She pouted. “Okay. But he’s so nice and I like the pictures he gives to mommy.” She slid from the chair and sulked off down the hallway.
I waited a few extra moments to make sure she was out of earshot before leaning in close to Aiden.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
His eyes widened in shock. Not that I could blame him.
“I haven’t heard from you in two days. It was weird. I thought we talked about keeping—”
I grabbed his arm, cutting him off and pulling him to the stairway to the basement. He followed close behind and I didn’t stop until we were safely in my room.
“It’s fucked up. And I’m sorry. Leading you on like that was a mistake. I don’t know how to handle things like this, sweetheart. You need to know that.”
He nodded quickly, wrapping his arms around himself as if he was searching for security. I never intended to make him question things. My head was a damn mess about shit.
“So, this isn’t going anywhere?” His question was small, barely whispered, as his eyes welled up with tears.
Fuck me. That wasn’t what I’d meant to do at all. I threaded my fingers into my hair and tugged at it in frustration. “That’s not what I said. Fuck, Aid. I’m a little freaked out because I like you. A lot. And I don’t want to mess anything up and I’m doing it anyway because I don’t know how to be in a relationship with anyone.”
That seemed to help him relax. His arms dropped to his sides, and he moved closer to me before he pulled me into a hug. God, it felt fucking good to hold him again. All I wanted to do was bury my nose in his neck, take deep lungfuls of him, and live in his presence.
“Okay. Obviously, I’m freaked out a little as well. I don’t want to come across as overly clingy. It’s why it took me two days to drag my ass over here.”
My hands landed on the sides of his face, lifting it so I could stare into his chocolate-brown eyes. “Jesus, sweetheart. You have a right to be clingy. If I were in your place, I wouldn’t have evenlet me out of the car the day we got back.” I sealed the statement with a soft kiss against his lips.
Aiden whimpered into it, arms around me tightening before he pulled back. “I’m just glad we’re okay. I was editing pictures, and it was... hell. All I wanted to do was pick up my phone and call you and get your input.”
“Do you have them?”
He held up a small flash drive. Oh, shit. I knew what pictures were on that drive. My cock thickened just thinking about it.
“I brought them. Maybe we could go through them together?” His face heated at the question.
A wide grin split my face as I grabbed his free hand and pulled him over to my computer. “Fuck yeah, we can do that.”
I sat in the chair and Aiden started looking for something to sit on, but I wasn’t having that. He squeaked when I yanked him into my lap but settled quickly when I wrapped my arms around him to start up my computer.
“I have some different programs on here, probably nothing overly fancy like you have.”
Aiden shrugged. “I can do some pretty cool things with a basic program, so pull up whatever.”
Watching him work was amazing. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk, as he opened the photos in my editing program. I had to shift to make myself a little more comfortable as my cock grew harder as the filthy images loaded across my screen.
“Some of these turned out pretty hot. I’d never really considered erotic photography, but damn. You just do something to the camera. It’s no wonder you started doing this...” He trailed off as he pulled up a picture of me smearing sand across my chest. My hooded eyes and the way my lips puffed out gave me an alluring look, as if I were a siren calling sailors to their deaths.
Aiden worked quickly, clicking through image after image, correcting small imperfections, and adjusting lighting until they looked like I’d really hired a pro to take the shots. In a way, I had. And then the images shifted. They went from being just me to when Aiden had joined in on the action, and while you couldn’t see his face, it was still parts of his body in the shots.
