Page 13 of Single Mom for the Mountain Men
“Don’t make me beg for it. You know how desperate I am for you,” she mumbles while pushing her chest toward me.
I grin, shaking my head. “Oh, but I will. Come on, beg for it.”
“Aiden!” she pouts, and I shush her.
“Don’t want Sophie to wake up, do we?” I rumble against her tits as I suck harshly on her nipples. She mewls as I rub against her, pushing my cock just inside of her welcoming heat.
Like a rose, her body blooms around me, opening up to take me. She responds like a dream to everything I do to her.
I force myself to push in at a painfully slow pace, and we both groan in unison as she takes me in to the root. She’s warm and wet around me, soft and tight.
“Please, move,” she begs, and I take her mouth in a kiss. I move my hips in small motions, letting her get accustomed to my length.
The rhythm soon gets faster and more desperate, the bed creaking softly as I pound into her.
“Aiden, fuck, fuck! You’re so deep,” she says, her legs wrapping even more tightly around my waist.
Her nails scratch down my back painfully as I press into her, her mouth open in a barrage of constant, little moans
“Yeah?” I ask her, nibbling on her ear as she shivers, her body meeting me thrust for thrust. “How good does it feel?”
“So, so, so good,” she answers, her mouth wide open as I hit the perfect spot inside her. “Oh, my God, you’re gonna make me–”
“Give it to me,” I snarl, the pace animalistic now. “Be a good girl.”
It’s like all her body needed was permission, and she presses her fist against her mouth to stifle her sharp cry as her warmth spasms around me, pulsing rhythmically and milking my own orgasm out of me. I fold over her as we both reach the peak together, shaking and trembling with our spent desire.
Chapter eight
CHAPTER 8: Lena
My eyes open to find an empty bed.
The sun is streaming through the blinds, the rays illuminating my entire room. The other side of the bed is cold, like no one has been in it for a while. I stretch, and my sore muscles pulse in protest.
A sudden, cold feeling tracing its fingers down my spine, I decide that it’s time to get out of bed for the day.
Did Aiden leave without telling me?
A quick glance around the room reveals that his clothes aren’t there. His side of the bed looks cold and clinical, like no one has been in it for some time now. My clothes are lying folded at the foot of the bed. I hurry to get dressed quickly.
The peace I felt as I woke up has now dissipated. Apprehension bleeds over every other emotion as I tie my hair back.
My reflection in the vanity mirror looks well-rested and at peace. There’s a glow on my face that I haven’t seen in years, but my hollow, green eyes hold the same anxiety as they have for years. My neck is littered with bite marks and hickeys, every bruise mottled and prominent.
Even putting concealer on them hurts, but I power through it, hoping the makeup stays on well enough that Sophie’s attention isn’t caught by them. Bad enough I’ve already got burns I’m caring for. I already don’t know what I’ll do if she asks me how I got them.
Throwing my hair up in a messy knot, I make my way out of my bedroom, only to smell something mouthwatering flooding the house. The smell seems to be coming from the kitchen, so that’s where I head to next.
A cheery Aiden is in front of the stove, whisking eggs as he holds the bowl steady with his other arm.
“Awake, sunshine?” Aiden asks when he realizes I’m in the kitchen with him. I feel the tension leaving my body as I realize he didn’t leave, after all. “You like your eggs scrambled or…?”
“Over easy, actually.” I grin. “But since the chef is so handsome, I’ll settle for however he likes to cook them. Thank you.”
“Hm, feeling particularly cheesy this morning?” he asks as he turns back to the stove, his movements sure as he takes out the black pepper and chili oil.
“So, only you have the right to be silly?” I raise a brow and lean my hip against the kitchen island.
