Page 36 of Twisted Hearts

20Megan

Aaron had beenready to rip those guys apart back there. I’d seen hell’s fury flash in his eyes. The trust-fund kings likely had no idea how close they’d come to a hospital visit all because one had made the mistake of touching me. The man hadn’t even given me a chance to say no to his proposal to take me out. His privileged arrogance had no doubt allowed him the freedom to say and do what he wanted.

Now that I thought about it, Aaron had been a bit arrogant with me when we had first gotten together too. However, Aaron had enough fire in his soul to back up his arrogance. I liked seeing him being possessive over me. The idea that he was willing to fight for me touched my heart and had me clinging to him even tighter.

There hadn’t been many people in my life that had been willing to fight for me. The few who I had encountered meant everything to me, and I would sacrifice my life to save theirs. Beverly and Laura were two of those people and was likely the reason I’d taken their deaths so hard when I thought Aaron had killed them.

When the swirling wind slowed, and the roar of the bike decreased to a gentle rumble, I glanced around Aaron’s sturdy shoulder to see why we’d slowed down. He turned the motorcycle onto a dirt road that eventually opened to a small strip of private beach that was mostly overgrown with trees and grass.

Aaron stopped the bike at the edge of the dirt road before it softened into sand. He shut off the engine and assisted me off the bike before he climbed off. “Let’s rest here for a while. Take in the scene.”

My smile widened at the idea. “I’d love to. Thank you.”

Aaron taking in a scene? I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t take him for the kind of man who would take in a scene. He was either letting me see a little more of his true self or doing this scene-taking expedition for my benefit. Either way, I appreciated the efforts he’d taken in attempting to make me feel better.

Another shot of contentment sprang up in my body as we inched closer to the water’s edge. My tennis shoes sank into the sandy surface, making me wish it had been my bare toes flirting with the sand.

We stood on the small sandy area that separated the tree line from the swaying water and stared out at the ocean. When tiny droplets of mist mixed with the breeze swept over our bodies, I threw my head back and let my eyes drift close before taking in a deep breath. Aaron stood motionless, staring out into the ocean with his hands at his sides.

“Thank you for this, Aaron. I didn’t know how much I needed this until you gave it to me.”

I stepped in front of him, stood up on my toes, and feathered my lips over his stubbly cheek before my lips fell into the groves of his. My arms encircled his strong torso as I inhaled his refreshing masculine scent and relished the feel of his strong muscular body.

“I needed this too,” he said before he placed a kiss on my forehead. He pulled me in tighter, enclosing me into his strong hold with a throaty groan. His warm breath swept through my hair and warmed my neck.

“I hated seeing you like that. I hate what you went through. I hate not being able to do shit about any of it.” I could hear the concern in his voice. Seeing me that broken and outside of myself had scared him. Hearing about what had gotten me to that point had added another layer to the grief he harbored for me.

Aaron’s face nuzzled deeper into my neck, and he inhaled me before releasing a deep sigh. I enjoyed the feel of being wrapped so tightly in his arms. I felt safe, protected. The way he held on to me, Aaron made me feel precious like I meant the world to him. I wondered if he knew how he made me feel.

I eased back, causing him to loosen his grip when I glanced up at him. I had to have a kiss. Other than that night in my condo, we hadn’t shared any passion. The breathless kiss I’d initiated, led to more, which had us seeking out body parts.

Lust started to bubble to my surface and seep out of my body. Had Aaron noticed? Yes, he had. I believed he knew me better than anyone else. If that smile dancing in his gaze was any indication, he saw my lust and was about to turn it into burning desire.

I went up on my toes again, and he leaned down to meet me, and our lips collided. The urgency in our kiss was apparent. This was the fifth day that we’d been together and hadn’t had sex. For me and Aaron, five days of abstinence while we were under the same roof was a miracle.

Briefly, I backed away to catch my breath, but I didn’t stay for long. We dove right back in, clawing at each other, nipping and tugging.

My harsh breathing sent my words out in a rush. “I’m ready, Aaron.”

I didn’t have to explain myself to him. A quick glance into my eyes and he knew exactly what I was ready for.

“Okay, let’s go because you’ve got my dick as hard as a damn steel support beam,” he revealed as he gripped my hand and dragged me towards the motorcycle. I had to jog to keep up with his long, quick strides. When he climbed onto the bike and reached for my hand to help me, I took the hand but didn’t move to climb onto the bike.

Instead, I walked around his leg and stood facing him. “I didn’t mean ready when we get back. I meant, I’m ready right now.”

If there was one thing I knew, Aaron was going to give me some sex, and I didn’t think he cared much about where he gave it to me. He eyed me for a paused moment before his tongue slid between his lips.

Aaron stood, leaving the bike straddled between his legs. It remained standing on the kickstands as he leaned over and gripped my waist. A deep gasp escaped me when he lifted me onto the bike with him and seated me in front of him. My legs ended up hiked up over his, my pelvic pointed upwards.

He didn’t have to nudge me or instruct me further. I gripped the tail of his vest and inched myself closer, not stopping until the warmth of my core was snug against the hard bulge his jeans barely contained.

He leaned down and took my tongue as my arms went up and crossed behind his neck. My hot pussy danced against his hardness as my hips automatically took on a rotating motion.

“This shit ain’t going to work,” he said as he filled his hands with my tits, squeezing them through my shirt. It wasn’t until I felt how unsteady the bike was underneath us that I understood his statement. My eager movement and our heated passion were going to cause us to fall.

“Let me help you down,” he husked out before nipping my neck once more. “I have an idea.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. He assisted me as I climbed off him and the bike. It didn’t take him but a second to be at my side. He took a moment to adjust his dick before he took off and entered the trees, gripping my hand and dragging me behind him. I giggled, but I understood the urgency of our situation.

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