Page 88 of The Lies I've Told
“Something wrong?”
I turned to see a very sweaty, very sexy Aiden standing in the doorway. He’d just come in from the patio, and I smiled, happy that the shirt he’d left there was still absent from his body.
“I went for a walk,” I said. “And I came back with all this determination to sketch out some designs, and when I sat down just now, nothing. There’s nothing, Aiden. I’m a failure. All my mojo is gone.”
His hands fell to my shoulders, massaging away the tension I’d developed from the frustration I’d built throughout the day. I nearly groaned as his fingers worked my tired muscles.
“You can’t force creativity,” he said.
“You just did.” I pouted.
He chuckled behind me, deep and low. “Do you want to see what I accomplished today?”
“Yes, very much so.”
I really did. I was always curious when it came to Aiden’s work.
He pulled me off the couch, and I followed him to the backyard, toward my dad’s old shed.
“What the heck?” I said.
There before us was the same chunk of rock that had been delivered that morning.
“Did you do anything?” I asked.
He pulled me toward him, his hands wrapping around my waist. “Yes, I did actually.”
“Are you sure?” My eyebrow rose.
“Always the cruncher,” he sighed.
“I should have never used that stupid M&M metaphor on you. You’re going to use it on me for the rest of our lives.”
He just smiled. “Now, back to your sketchbook. Give it time. Have you tried doing something relaxing? That always helps me.”
“Do you have something in mind?”
Flipping me around, he gave me a wicked grin before bending over. It was the only warning I got before he abruptly tossed me over his shoulder, and the world went topsy-turvy.
“Aiden!” I screamed.
“No yelling.” He laughed. “This is supposed to be relaxing!”
“I’m upside down!”
“Yes,” he said. “Good for the blood flow. Now, grab the key out of my pocket. We’re going to take a shower.”
I did as he’d demanded, shoving my hand in his front pocket, not an easy task when I was upside down and being jostled around.
“Oh, careful.” He laughed as my fingers got a little too close to the family jewels. “Actually, move your hand a little to the right, love.”
Suddenly, Aiden froze in the middle of the foyer, his hand firmly on my ass, as my fingers, still in his pocket, crept toward his hardening cock.
“Uh, hello, Mrs. McIntyre.”
I lifted my head and found my mom staring back at me.
“Hey, Mom,” I said sheepishly.
