Unraveled (Love in Salem, book 2) (18 page)

“Perhaps I need a little instruction.  I’m not quite sure what you want.”  She whispered then licked his cock from base to tip.

Desire filled eyes snapped open and took in the sight of her.  Panting, he replied, “Suck my cock.  I want your lips wrapped around me.”

Wrapping her hand around him, she stroked a few times before pulling his cock down level with her mouth.  She licked across the crown, lapping away the drop of pre-cum that had
seeped out.  Moaning, she sucked the length of him into her mouth as far as she could take him.

His fingers traced around her lips surrounding his cock.

“So beautiful.”

Her eyes watered as he hit the back of her throat and she eased off slightly, using her hand to mark off the length of his cock she was willing to accept at the moment.  Applying an alternating suction, her hand trailed her mouth to the crown and back again, picking up speed. 

Atayla moaned again, triumphantly, as Aidan’s toes curled and his hips began to pump a staccato rhythm against her mouth.

Almost desperate sounding grunts and groans met her ears as she dug her nails into the flesh of his ass while his hips pumped and his balls slapped against her chin.  She loved that she had the power to reduce him to this incoherent, domineering male acting purely on instinct alone.

“Ahhh.  Yes!”  Aidan hissed.  “Please, baby, a little deeper.  Swallow me, Atayla.”

She permitted him to once again press against the back of her throat.  On the third thrust she swallowed, allowing the contraction of muscles to force him in the rest of the way.

It took her a lot of practice to be able to accomplish this without gagging, and she was glad for it.  Seeing him lose the last threads of his control as he fucked her throat ramped her own arousal to epic proportions.

Reaching between her legs, she rubbed two fingers around her clit to ease some of the pulsing agony that had grown while she listened to his nonsensical ramblings of pleasure.  She never in her wildest imaginings thought bringing pleasure to a man would be so gratifying.

Eyes open, she watched his face and the ecstasy that was blatantly displayed.  Of course it was only gratifying because it was Aidan.  Aidan is the only man who had ever been able to stoke the flames of her desire into a raging inferno.  Before him, her sexual desire paled in comparison.

His breath hitched and his hand tightened painfully in her hair bringing her attention back to the task in front of her.  Feeling his cock jerk inside her mouth, Atayla swallowed greedily as his seed splashed down her throat.  He was so deep inside her that her nose brushed against his groin, and she inhaled his masculine scent, allowing it to wash over her.

Hands grabbed her under her arms and pulled her back up to her feet.  Aidan’s mouth crashed down on hers in a fiery kiss as he hurriedly backed her up against the counter.  Before she had a chance to recover from her initial shock of his kiss, he lifted her up and sat her on the counter.

Yanking down the neck of her tank top, he exposed her breasts and latched on to a nipple.  Suckling hard, he tucked the top under her breasts so the material pushed them up and together.  Hands now free, he nearly ripped her pajama pants in his haste to rid them from her body.

His thumb found her clit, engorged and tender, and rubbed it just the way she liked it.  Tearing his mouth from her nipple, he sucked on the inner swell of her breast had enough to leave a mark.  She cried out at the sting of his teeth nipping a little further down and moaned when his tongue laved across the offended area.

No longer willing to hold back from his goal, he spread her legs and placed her heels on his shoulders.  Immediately he zoomed in on her clit and slurped at it like a mad man.  He
hummed, the vibrations violent against her sensitive flesh and the action caused her hips to fly up.  Within seconds she unraveled.

He lapped at her pussy until he drank in all the remnants of her climax then focused back on her clit once again.  Two fingers rimmed her entrance, circling, teasing, before thrusting inside.  Pumping his fingers in and out of her body, he milked her clit ruthlessly until she came for him a second time.  Her pussy was wet enough to drown him.

Aidan stood and pulled her ass to the edge of the counter only to groan his disappointment when he realized the counter sat up too high for him to glide his cock inside the heaven of her pussy.  Without giving it much more thought, he pulled Atayla off the counter and spun her around until her cheek pressed against the smooth surface.

In one smooth thrust he was seated fully inside her, the head of his cock bumping against her cervix.  He set a relentless pace, thrusting almost mindlessly in the heat of passion.  Reaching around, he flicked her clit back and forth as his other hand grasped her hip in a bruising grip to hold her in place.

Atayla shouted, enjoying every second of his need.  The head of his cock brushed against that nerve enriched place deep inside her pussy.  His quick short thrusts maintained constant contact with it, and before she knew it she was soaring once again.

Arms entwining around her body, she was suddenly pulled up against him as he thrust harder and faster.  Face buried in the crook of her neck, his teeth latched on to her skin as he rode out her orgasm.

He roared out his own release as spurt after spurt of his semen bathed her vaginal walls.  What seemed like hours later, Aidan opened his eyes and found himself on top of Atayla who was lying once again against the counter.  She grunted when he kissed her cheek and pulled out.

“Fuck.”

Atayla grunted again.  “Not yet.  I can’t even move now as it is.”

Aidan sighed, a slight smile playing his lips.  “I’m always up for another round, but that’s not what I meant.”

She pushed away from the counter and combed her fingers through her hair attempting to tame the unruly mess.

“What’s wrong?”

Running his hand through his own hair, Aidan gave her an apologetic look.  “No condom.”

Atayla blinked.

“It’s not the first time.”

When she remained silent he began to get extremely nervous.

“I’m sorry, baby doll.  I’ll be more careful from now on.”

She sighed.  “Okay.  I need to figure out when my next cycle is due.  Unfortunately I’m not all that regular, but at least I can venture a guess as to when it should start.”  She tried to do a mental tally.  “At least another week or week and a half.”

Aidan pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her.

“I wouldn’t mind you know.  If you were pregnant, I mean.  I would be happy for it and I would take of you and our child.”  He whispered in her ear.

She whispered back.  “I know, but I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that yet.”

Chapter Seventeen

The following Friday evening, Atayla was dragging as she left the office.  After filing for several continuances in order to obtain more evidence and witness testimony, the
State vs. Weinstein
case was set for trial next Thursday.

Atayla had been working this case for over a year, and she was now at a stalemate.  There wasn’t anything more she could do so she wrapped up her file and left it on Bill’s desk for him to review on Monday morning.

Locking the back door to the office building, she turned and headed out in the poorly lit parking lot.  She usually avoided walking to her car by herself in the evening, but she had stayed later than normal to put the finishing touches on the case.  She was afraid her attempts were futile though.

It didn’t matter that she and Bill both believed in his innocence, his actions were unscrupulous and it made him appear guiltier than hell.  Just because a man was immoral in his personal affairs doesn’t mean that his business endeavors were not top notch.

Heaving a mental sigh, she reminded herself that it was in Bill’s hands now.  At the moment all she wanted was a glass of wine and a long soak in a hot bath.  Aidan would be playing with the band tonight so she could have the night all to herself for a change.  This was good because she had a lot of thinking to do.

Still having not started her cycle, Atayla had stopped this morning and bought a pregnancy test.  It was negative.  The little quiver of disappointment she felt confused her.  Was she ready to start a family?  Aidan hadn’t asked her to marry him, only to move in with him.

One thing was for sure, she wanted that commitment.  Without a doubt, Aidan was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.  He was her other half, the perfect match for her soul.  It was all so overwhelming she had to take some time to sort through her feelings before she made any decisions.

She needed to go home, but the thought of soaking in Aidan’s large garden tub was too enticing.  That and his house was actually starting to feel more like home than her own.  To her astonishment, the thought of moving in with him wasn’t all that unpleasant after she got use to the idea of living with someone again.

Truthfully, they already lived together.  They just bounced between houses instead of maintaining a home of their own.  Was her house a crutch she held onto in order to feel in control of her life, or was she not willing to let go of the past?  Yeah, she had a lot of thinking to do.

Digging her keys out of her bag, she fumbled with them and dropped them on the ground.  While bending over to pick them up she noticed that she had a flat tire.  This time her
frustrated sigh was audible.  This was just perfect.  She didn’t want to linger in this creepy parking lot any longer than necessary.

Atayla unlocked the door and tossed her bag inside the car.  There was a ‘crunch’ as it landed on the seat.  The noise drew her attention to the broken glass on the seat.  Walking around the car she saw that all her tires had been flattened and the passenger’s side window broken.

Written in big red letters was the word
WHORE
written across the windshield.  Atayla’s first thought was Randall, remembering his phone call a week ago, but the writing was decidedly feminine.  Could it have been teenagers out causing mayhem or something much more sinister?

Immediately she grabbed for her cell phone to call the police when a fissure of fear crept up her spine.  Whoever did this could still be around, lying in wait to attack her when she was vulnerable.  Suddenly she could feel malicious eyes staring at her from everywhere.

Scooping her bag back up, Atayla darted back to the office and quickly unlocked the door.  Once locked safely inside the office again, she felt a measure of relief.  Being attacked once in her life was enough.  She hated being defenseless and that was essentially what she was out in the open.

Calling the police was a quick matter.  No long explanations were needed, only a brief explanation of what was wrong and a location for them to arrive at.  The call to Bill and then to Aidan was much more extensive.  She probably shouldn’t have called Aidan and worried him, but her weary mind needed his support.

Aidan arrived before the police did.  The squeal of his brakes could probably be heard from blocks away.  A muffled curse made Atayla think he was inspecting her car.  After a few minutes her cell phone rang,
Aidan
displayed on the caller ID.  She answered it.

“I’m here.  Unlock the door and let me in.”  The anger in his voice was apparent.

As soon as she opened the door he stormed inside and wrapped her up in his arms.  Only then did she let go of her courage, finally realizing just how scared she really was.  Her entire body began to tremble as Aidan soothingly rubbed her back and whispered words of comfort in her ear.

Moments later the police had arrived and taken Atayla’s statement.  Pictures were taken and the car was dusted for prints, but there was no evidence to be found and most likely the prints would belong to her, Aidan or one of her friends.  By the time the police had finished, her insurance company notified and the car towed to Nathan Mallory’s shop per Bill’s demand, Atayla was dead on her feet.

Helping her to his SUV, Aidan buckled her in and pulled out of the lot.  As he turned the corner in the direction of his house, he saw a familiar car parked a couple blocks away.  As he drove closer, he saw her sitting in the driver’s seat talking, gesturing wildly, on her cell phone.

He couldn’t think of any reason why Brittney would be in this part of town and he couldn’t help the suspicion that nagged at his mind.  Would she stoop so low as to retaliate against Atayla for ruining her plans, whatever they were?  Was she really that childish?

If she was and figured out where Atayla worked, she could easily learn where she lived.  Not knowing for certain and concerned for her wellbeing, Aidan dialed Bill and Carla’s number and asked them to pack a bag and Jake and bring them to his house.  Atayla was going to be staying with him until this matter was resolved whether she liked it or not.

Abby was already parked along the side of the road when he pulled in to his driveway.  She jogged up the drive and helped hold the door open so he could carry Atayla in the house.  Taking her directly to the bedroom, he laid her down and began stripping the clothes from her sleeping form.