Page 80 of Eyes Like a Hurricane

Ingrid nods. “I'm going to meet with Noah about schedules so we can cover you for the next few days while you are with Aislinn.”

“Thanks, you guys. It means so much to have you all helping care for me,” Aislinn murmurs, blinking back tears.

“We wouldn’t have it any other way, Aislinn,” Callum says earnestly. “You’re family, and we take care of our own. Oliver called. He wants you to know he and Britt have everything at the clinic covered this week. Chloe and Finn are with Trent right now. I will stop by later to see how you are feeling and bring the dogs with me. I think Chloe will be excited to see you.”

Callum and Ingrid turn and stiffly walk back toward the office and barn.

I place my arm around Aislinn and help guide her up the stairs to my front door. Unlocking the deadbolt, we make our way over to the couch. Before she sits down, I quickly run to the bedroom and grab some pillows from the bed. I prop them in the corner of the sectional and motion for her to sit. Once she is comfortably resting with her feet up, I remove her shoes and pull the blanket off the back of the couch. I take my time, gently covering her up.

I reach my hands under the edge of the blanket, looking for a foot to massage. As I dig my thumb into the arch of her foot, her eyes flutter close, and she releases a small moan. I continue to rub small circles into her foot as her fingers silently reach for me, latching onto my thigh.

“That feels amazing, Lachlan,” she softly moans.

“I love you, Aislinn,” I rasp. “I’m so thankful to see you lying here.”

Heavy-lidded, she crooks her finger and motions me to move closer. I’m not sure if my willpower is strong enough to keep this G-rated. I’m already as hard as my marble countertops. I grunt and comply.

“Only kissing, Aislinn,” I growl against her ear.

She whimpers as our lips collide. Our mouths move against one another in a synchronized dance. Her taste hits my tongue, and it takes all my strength not to cup the back of her head. I have to consciously think of keeping my hands on her hips, so I don’t tug at the back of her head to get closer.

She doesn’t have the same reservations as her fingers slide into the hair at the nape of my neck. She moans my name into my mouth. I need to stay strong until she heals. Before I lose all my restraint, I slowly pull away, planting one last lingering kiss on her mouth.

My voice comes out hoarse and strained. “I don’t want to hurt you, and my willpower is slowly fading.”

She nods in understanding. “I know what will help calm you down, watching some Thor.” Motioning toward the remote, I smile. “Doesn’t help Leo, but it will help you.”

I laugh this time.

“You are correct,” I snort. “Watching Thor will definitely calm me down, but I can’t say it will help your libido.”

She gasps in mock protest, “I can be perfectly civilized.”

We make it about thirty minutes into the movie before her hands are moving up my thigh and gently stroking my cock through my jeans. As I harden, I try to subtly adjust myself, but it just pushes me farther into her hand. I look over, and her lips twitch with amusement. My dick tries to move against her palm on its own accord.

“I thought watching Thor doesn’t get you going,” she says, staring at the hard ridge in my pants.

I groan, “It was imagining what your silky skin feels like against my cock that got me hard, not the movie, Hurricane.”

She bites her lip, and I groan as she unzips my jeans. I’m rooted to my spot on the couch, frozen in anticipation. The idea of her small hand wrapping against my hard length is beyond tempting. I have missed the feel of her skin more than I can put into words. When she pushes my boxer briefs aside and releases my dick from the restraint of my jeans, my head falls back, and a moan of relief passes my lips.

“We’re not supposed to do anything, Aislinn,” I grunt.

Her thumb rubs a drop of pre-cum off the tip and slowly massages it into the head. With gentle strokes, she starts moving her fist up and down along my shaft. Her thumb rubs in a circular motion on the underside as she tightens her grip and increases the speed of her pumping.

“I’m fine. My hand won’t cause any issues with my head. See? I’m keeping my head perfectly still,” she says with a wink.

My head tips back again, and I feel the need to close my eyes, to savor each sensation. At the same time, I’m dying to watch her hand move along my length. It’s mesmerizing to see her fingers wrapped around me. Another drop of pre-cum escapes, and she uses her index finger to swipe it down along the shaft.

This is better than any movie we could be watching. I can hardly remember my name, let alone what is on the screen. Neither of us has uttered a word, but each time I glance away from her hand to her eyes, I’m met with a lust-filled, turquoise gaze.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m so close. I feel my balls tightening as the pressure builds. My breaths are getting shallower, and my moans are getting closer together. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, her warm breath whispers against my neck, “Come for me, Lachlan.”

My eyes fly open just as my release hits my stomach and covers her hand. I swipe my hand over my face as beads of sweat dot my forehead.

“That felt amazing,” I rasp in a husky voice.

I swallow loudly, and her eyes watch the movement of my Adam’s apple as it bobs. I allow my head to fall back onto the seat cushion and let out a low groan.

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