Unraveled (Love in Salem, book 2) (21 page)

“So what happens now?”

Again Aidan remained silent while is brother filled the line with agitated chatter as he explained the situation.  A few minutes later, he sighed.

“Would you like to talk to Atayla?  She’s right here.”

Atayla’s brow raised in question, but Aidan shook his head no.  Shortly after, he hung up the phone.

“What’s going on?” 

Aidan sighed.  “Apparently Cassie left Hayden alone in her apartment.  No one knows how long he was there by himself before her neighbor found him.  Evidently it was long enough for him to become dehydrated.  He was already malnourished, so that wasn’t a big surprise.”

Aidan tried, and failed, to hide the worry from his expression.  “He’s been admitted to the hospital for the night for observation.  Tomorrow he will be released to Paxton.  Bill and the Social Worker are preparing the necessary forms for the judge to sign to grant him emergency guardianship over Hayden until this goes to court.”

“Cassie’s attorney has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.  That’s why Paxton’s case hasn’t gone before the judge yet.  This changes things, though.  The Child Protective Services will want this taken care of with haste.  It definitely puts Paxton at an advantage, and no matter what tricks her attorney tries to pull, the judge won’t overlook the fact that neglect was involved.”

Pulling his t-shirt up over his head, Aidan threw it towards the laundry basket and stretched his arms up over his head, back slightly bowed.  Atayla sucked in a breath as the sight of his muscles dancing in his chest, abdomen, and arms as he stretched from side to side.  All the man had to do was exist to heighten her awareness of him.

After removing the rest of his clothing, he crouched down, gloriously naked, next to the tub and gave her a slow, sultry kiss.  Her toes curled as he lazily explored her mouth and ran his fingers teasingly down her spine.  The first tingles of arousal blossomed in her womb and radiated out towards her nerve endings.  By the time he ended the kiss her clit had swollen and began to throb in time with her pulse.

“Still in the mood for company?”

Atayla nodded her head, and he stood, slipped one foot into the water behind her and then the other.   Resting his back against the tub, he pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her.  Content to just lay there for a while and let the heat soak into his muscles, Aidan traced Atayla’s curves with the back of his knuckles.

Lying against him, her body a comfortable weight, he allowed his hands to wander.  With this bounty so easily accessible it was impossible not to take advantage.  He stroked his palm up her stomach and to the under swell of her breast, kneading the globe while rubbing his thumb across her nipple.

His other hand traced a lazy path to the juncture of her thighs.  Sighing in bliss as he pinched her clit with his thumb and forefinger, Atayla turned her head and nibbled on Aidan’s jaw.  Her hips began to undulate, causing ripples of water to dance across her breasts. 

Beautiful.
  

Lowering his head, he kissed her with a passion only she brought out in him.  He moaned when she nipped his lower lip with her teeth then sucked it into her mouth to soothe the hurt.  She had learned quite a few tricks in their time together.  She was no longer a hesitant and inexperienced woman, but a brazen seductress instead – and she could seduce him any damn time she pleased.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”  Aidan whispered in her ear.

Atayla released the valve that held the water in the tub and stood to step over the ledge.  Aidan was there, holding out his hand to help her. 

Such a gentleman.
 

Grabbing one of the big fluffy towels, he began drying her one slow methodical inch at a time.  Occasionally his lips would nip her flesh or his tongue would stroke across a particularly sensitive area.

Who knew drying off could be better than foreplay?

By the time he was finished, Atayla was a quivering mass of aroused woman.  Her skin so sensitive that even his breath was like a jolt of electricity going through her body.  A quick mop with his own towel and he was dry and urging her towards the bedroom, walking her backwards towards the bed.

The backs of her knees hit the mattress, and they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs.  His mouth fused to hers and his hands roamed, touching every available area of smooth satiny skin.  He couldn’t get enough of her, never enough.

He maneuvered them to the center of the bed and settled his hips between her thighs.  He thrust his hips, sliding his erection up and down the seam of her pussy as he continued to plunder her mouth like a marauder.  In a surprising move, Atayla flipped them over and straddled his waist.  

She leaned down and nibbled his jaw, his neck.  With light touches and sucking kisses, she made her way down his body until she reached his cock.  In one fluid motion, she took the whole of his cock into her mouth, bumping the back of her throat.

Startled by the sudden warm wetness of her mouth, the hard tug of suction she applied, Aidan hollered out and grasped her head to hold her in place.  He was no stranger to a blow job.  In fact, Atayla loved to go down on him as much as he did her, but the aggressiveness of her action was surprising.

A few stokes from her delectable mouth were all he could take before he nearly erupted.  He reached down and grabbed her, pulled her up his body and fused his mouth to hers.  His tongued twined with hers in an erotic dance that sent shivers down her spine.

Aidan reached down and positioned his cock to her entrance.  He gave her a little nudge, encouraging her to sit up and impale herself on his shaft.  Thick and long, he filled her full to bursting, especially in this position.

Atayla hummed her satisfaction as he filled her, stretched her inner walls, and savored the fullness of having him inside her.  She allowed herself a moment to adjust to his size before moving in a slow lazy motion that both teased and frustrated.  Locking her eyes on his, Atayla smiled at the impatient look on his face.

“What’s wrong, baby?  Need something?”

His voice was hoarse.  “I need you to move.”

“I am moving.”  She blinked innocently.

His growl of frustration caused her to laugh mischievously before picking up the pace.  He grabbed her hips to help steady her as she impaled herself faster, harder.

Aidan hummed his own appreciation at the feel of her tight sheath massaging his cock like a thousand velvety fingers, at the sight of her on top of him lost in rapture.  He loved the way her breasts bounced and swayed, the heavy globes dancing to the rhythm of sex.  The woman was a Goddess.  Totally and completely incomparable to any other.

He thrust his hip up, meeting her half way.  The
slap, slap, slap
of flesh meeting flesh, her body connecting to his was like music to his ears.  So was the glorious cry she emitted as her orgasm erupted and engulfed her mind and body, her full lips open in ecstasy.

He took over as her rhythm faltered in the wake of her climax.  A few short pumps, keeping his cock buried inside her, he allowed her rippling pussy milk him to his own orgasm.  He threw his head back against the pillow as spots danced across his vision, calling out her name.  Then her lips were on his, her tongue demanding entrance.  Aidan returned her kiss as he rolled her over onto her back.  He cradled her face in his hands and changed the intensity of the kiss from fiery to sweet.

Kissing the corner of her mouth, along her jaw and to her ear, he whispered.

“You are a dream come true, Atayla.”

His phone rang, breaking the moment.

Aidan groaned as he slid out her and rolled off the bed.  He hurried to the bathroom where his phone sat on the counter.  The Caller ID read:
Mom. 

There was something very disturbing about talking to his mother immediately after having sex, but she would just keep calling if he didn’t answer.  He opened his phone.

“Hey Ma.”

“Hi, son.  Are you busy?”

His gaze zoomed in on Atayla.  “Um, no.  Not really.”

Silence.

Colleen chuckled knowingly.  “I’ll let you get back to your lady then.  I just wanted to make sure you knew that we were going to have a ‘Welcome Home’ party for Hayden tomorrow evening.  Gifts are required, of course.  Nothing fancy, just a little something to make him feel special.”

“No problem, Ma.  We’ll be there.  Do you need us to bring anything besides a present?”

“Nope.  I got it all covered.  See you then.”  She hung up.

Aidan sighed and laid the phone on the bedside table.

“Well, that definitely killed my sex buzz.”

Atayla laughed.  “What did she want?”

“To let us know that she is having a party for Hayden when he gets home from the hospital tomorrow.”

“
Aww.  That’s really sweet.”

“Yes, it is.  Do you know what is even sweeter?”  He asked as he crawled back up her body.

“What?”

“You are.”  He took his time kissing her.

When he began to nibble a path down her neck she asked, “I thought you lost your sex buzz?” 

“Hmm.”  He agreed before sucking a nipple into his mouth.  “I thought it was only fair that you should revive it.”

Atayla arched her back and gasped as he intensified his assault on her breasts.  Aidan buried his face in the valley between each succulent globe and nibbled his way to her other nipple.  Her breasts were so sensitive that he suspected he could make her come just sucking on them.

It was time to find out.

He nipped the tip of her nipple.  Atayla’s immediate yip turned into a low moan as he suckled away the sting.  His fingers plucked and rolled her other nipple, still warm and wet from his mouth.  Her hips trust upwards against his abdomen as he drove her insane with his tongue.

“Good, God.  I love your tits.”

He watched as he massaged both breasts with his hands, squeezing and plumping with his fingers.  Bending down, he buried his face between the globes and sucked the patch of skin that separated them.  The scruff of his beard abraded her skin when he rubbed his face all around her soft flesh, worshiping her feminine curves.

He then latched onto her nipple again, sucking hard while pinching and pulling her other nipple.  A zinging sensation shot from the nerve endings in her breasts straight to her clit.  He repeated the action on the other side, using his body to hold her down as she trashed against him, trying to shove her whole breast into his mouth.  One – two – three more tugs with his mouth and fingers until she threw her head back and cried out her release.

Aidan looked up at her with a smug grin.

“I knew I could get you off that way.”

“Now it’s my turn to get you off.”  Was her breathy reply.

“No way, baby doll.  I’ve got something else in mind.”

Aidan helped her roll over onto her hands and knees.  He pushed between her shoulder blades until she lowered enough to rest her cheek against the bed.  A brush of his knees had her widening her stance, and then his hands hiked her hips up until her back bowed and ass thrust in the air.

“Beautiful.”  He whispered, running his hands over the flesh of her ass.

“You know what I love most about this position?”

Atayla shook head, eyes closed in anticipation.

“The way your body dips and curves right here.”

His hand skimmed the dip of her waist to the flare of her hip before caressing the cheek of her ass.

“So sexy.”  He growled.

The crown of his cock traced the seam of her pussy before he nudged her entrance then slammed in to the hilt.  Her back arched, and her vaginal walls contracted around his shaft as he
bumped against her womb.  In this position, he could get so deep inside of her that he feared losing himself.

He drew back put until only the tip remained in her pussy.  The sight of his cock, glistening with her honey was erotic as hell.  His hands grabbed the flare of hips, holding her in place as he slammed into her again and again.

“Damn, Atayla.  I’m not going to last long this time.”

Atayla moved her hand between her legs, frantically strumming against her clit.  His balls slapped against her knuckles with each thrust of his hips.

“Oh, fuck.  Just knowing that you are touching yourself revs me up even more.”

Fortunately, Atayla was quick on the trigger.  Aidan’s desire for her, his deep seated passion, always kept her ready and on the edge.  Only with him had she experienced this all-consuming desire, to be desired by another. 

With him, she wasn’t on the outskirts of his world.

She was the center of it.

Aidan groaned when her pussy began to spasm around his cock, nearly strangling him with the intensity of her orgasm.  His rhythm stuttered, changing to short pumping strokes.  The sounds she made while she came all around him made his cock jerk and his balls draw up tight.  Sparks zipped down his spine and he threw his head back, roaring his release.

Atayla collapsed to the bed.  Aidan tumbled to her side, keeping his weight off of her.  It took a few minutes for both of them to catch their breath.  In the aftermath of their lovemaking they were content just to lay there, finding comfort in the silence as they regained their composure.  There was no need for sexy words or assuring compliments.