Page 19 of Stood Up
This should make me feel better, but it doesn’t. I still want to pound his ass into the ground. He doesn’t cool his shit and fast, he’ll be finding out what I can really do.
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The doorbell ringsjust as I put the steaks on to grill. My gut told me she’d be on time, and it’s served me right over the years in business. I’m glad to know I can still trust it. I’m still pissed about Drake, but I’m not going to let it ruin my time with Aiden. That dick isn’t getting any more of my time tonight.
Swinging the door open, Aiden stands waiting, and my breath catches. The light above the door shines down on her brown auburn hair pulling out more of the reds in it than normal. It flows down her back, yet small parts on either side of her face hang down to her breasts. Her makeup is subtle and to be completely honest, she could go without and be just as stunning. The fact that she doesn’t know this again has me reeling.
Aiden has on jeans with rips throughout the material exposing a hint of her creamy flesh and a plain V-neck babydoll pink t-shirt. She looks so different and yet so much better. So, her.
She holds out a brown paper bag to me. “I didn’t know what to bring.” I take it but don’t look. She could have brought dirty bath water, and I’d just be happy that she’s here in my space.
“You look beautiful.”
That blush I’m coming to love—knowing I put it there—rises up her cheeks, and she shrugs. “This is me. I’m more of jeans and t-shirt kind of gal. You actually caught me on a good day at the office this morning. This,” she uses her hand to sweep up and down her body, “is how I am normally. But I can see you like to be comfortable, too, so it’s a win.”
It takes a moment for my brain to fire. Clothes. Oh yeah. I have on jeans that hang low on my hips and polo-style emerald green shirt. Nothing fancy, but a cry away from the suits I wear day in and day out.
“Yeah. Come in.” I step away from the entryway, and Aiden looks around. I’m not sure if she really got to see the place when she was here before, except for the couch—that was hot.
My place is simple. Nice but not over the top. Yes, it’s large, but not too over indulgent. I’d rather save my money or invest it, than buy pillows for the couch.
My patience isn’t the greatest, and with her so close I need to kiss her, so I do. Her lips taste of strawberries and her mouth all sexy Aiden.
Her arms wrap around my neck as she kisses me back. The food will be ready soon, therefore, I can’t take this as far as I want. My cock groans at the thought, but I need to feed her first.
Tonight is supposed to be for us getting to know each other, to talk. Anything else will need to wait for a while.
I pull back and meet glassy eyes filled with lust. “I need to flip the steaks. Come on out back with me or,” I open the bag in my hands and burst out laughing, hard, “you can open a couple of bottles of beer.”
Her smile is breathtaking, wide, and perfect as she shrugs. “I’m not a wine drinker.”
“I remember.” A mischievous idea comes to mind.
“What?” she asks.
“I’m just wondering how it’ll taste when I pour it down your chest and stomach and lick it off.”
Her breathing picks up as her lips part, and she sucks in a breath. Looking down, her nipples are at stiff peaks just ready to be devoured.
“Later. Let’s eat,” I remind myself and her when I really want to eat her for my dinner, dessert, and breakfast.
She nods her head as I pull away and make my way outside, adjusting my cock as I go.
Coming back in with the piping hot steaks, corn on the cob, and potatoes, Aiden is at the kitchen counter washing her hands. She looks at ease, relaxed, and perfect in the space.
“Dinner’s ready.” She looks up and smiles.
We each grab food and begin to eat. It’s not an awkward silence, more of a calm one as we serve up our meal.
“This is delicious,” Aiden tells me, putting more potatoes in her mouth.
“My father taught me to make those. They have to sit on the grill for an hour with the onions and butter.”
“Better grab yours or I’ll eat them all,” she chides.
I lean in. “Baby, you can have all the potatoes you want.”
Aiden grins around her fork. She likes the banter between us, too, not to mention my words. Those are powerful things for her. I admit, I love it and I’m going to keep at it.
