I felt the tip of him poised at my opening and then he slowly glided in. “Maybe I was wrong.” Aaron panted, the effort to hold back clear in his strained voice and expression. “Maybe a cherry can grow back.”
I burst out laughing and then he pushed the rest of the way in. Aaron sighed, clearly relieved that I had relaxed, and he was seated to the hilt.
“All right?” he asked.
I nodded. “I’m good. I need you to move though.”
Aaron slid out and then back in, increasing his pace. The sensations bombarded me, and once again, I found myself spiraling up with each thrust.
Small moans escaped Aaron’s lips as he fucked me, his pace a driving force that demanded I give in to what he wanted. Each movement was harder and faster than the one before, and before I knew it, I was there; he had pushed me to the edge and then we were both falling.
Vivian
“Rise and shine, Ireland and I made breakfast,” Aaron called from the bedroom door.
“What time is it?” I groaned as I tossed a pillow over my face.
“Almost nine.”
I waited until the door clicked and then sat up. I was at Aaron’s, I brought no clean clothes, and Ireland knew that I’d spent the night. Um, this was not okay. Glancing around the beige room, I had to laugh, I was officially in the black hole of boring. God, I could imagine some hunter green and gold accents in here.
I froze.
What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t my house, and I had no business mentally redecorating it.
Tossing on what I had worn yesterday, I headed into his bathroom and smiled when I found a wrapped toothbrush, toothpaste, and dental floss on the counter for me. The man really was thoughtful.
Fewer than ten minutes later, I joined Ireland and Aaron just as Aaron tossed a chocolate chip for Ireland to catch in her mouth.
“Hey, I want one!” I grinned.
Aaron smirked and then had a silent conversation with Ireland using only their eyes. She moved closer to Aaron, they both took aim and then launched chocolate chips at me.
Oh hell no, I was a pro, and there was no wasting chocolate if I was around. I opened my mouth, bent, jerked to the left, and caught the first chip. Then, without wasting a beat, I jumped and caught the second.
“Boom, she scores,” I held up my hands and jogged around the kitchen island. That was until several morsels hit the back of my head. “Hey, no wasting chocolate, how many times do I have to tell you?” I couldn’t be mad because Aaron and Ireland were laughing. “So, where is this breakfast I heard so much about?”
“Here.” Ireland opened the oven door. “We’ve had the food on warm, you ready to eat?” Aaron reached around Ireland and brought out two pans. “We have pancakes and bacon.”
“I’m starved. Who did the cooking?” I asked as I moved to grab plates.
“I did,” Ireland said happily. Aaron let out a small cough. “Okay, Dad—” She froze. “I mean, Aaron helped a little.” Her tone had changed, and it wasn’t as jovial as it had been.
But Aaron was a nurturer. It was strange seeing him as this father figure when I had been comparing him to a college frat boy and me to the older, wiser woman. I was so narrow-minded to think he was anything short of spectacular.
Shoving one hand through my hair, I tried to clear my thoughts and jumped in to help.
“Yummm,” I said as I took my first bite. “You’re a good cook, Ireland, you’ll need to show Aaron how.” Ireland laughed. “What kind of things do you like?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is cooking something you want to do when you grow up?” I asked, trying to get the little girl to open up to me.
“Maybe.”
“I own a small restaurant.” Okay, a bar with grille food, but I wasn’t going to say ‘bar’ to her.
“You like cooking too?” Ireland asked as we all moved to the barstools around the island.
“I do, but I don’t cook there. I have to do all the bookwork and handle the money.”
“Can I come see it sometime?” she asked around a mouthful of pancakes.
I glanced up at Aaron for confirmation, “Absolutely.”
“Ireland and I were talking about doing some shopping today; you want to come with us?” There was hope in Aaron’s eyes as he asked.
“Please, Aaron is a boy, and boys don’t shop great.” Ireland didn’t meet my eyes when she asked it. I wasn’t sure if she was asking out of kindness or if she genuinely wanted me to go.
“I’d love to if you really want me to tag along,” I agreed. “What all do you need?”
“Everything.” Ireland looked up for the first time, and our eyes locked.
“Oh. Okay.” Everything? She didn’t bring anything from home?
Ireland glanced over to Aaron, and he patted her hand.
“So, you need everything, does that mean clothes?”
“Yes, I brought a backpack full. Aaron’s having the rest of my stuff brought here, but it will be a week. Besides, he said I could have all new stuff, so I want new stuff.”
I giggled. “Don’t blame you there. It’s much more fun when you are spending someone else’s money. Do you need anything besides clothes?”
“We were deciding about her bedroom, she needs furniture and stuff for in there,” Aaron answered.
“Please tell me that the walls aren’t beige, and if they are, can we paint them?” I practically begged.
“They’re beige and yucky,” Ireland agreed.
“You can paint. You can do anything you want in there,” Aaron informed us.
I was getting excited about the project because I loved decorating and painting. “I can paint and draw. I have a friend who has three daughters and I painted big murals on their walls.”
“What’s a mural?” Ireland was totally interested.
“It’s a big picture that you paint on a wall,” I tried to explain.
“What did you paint?” Ireland had finished eating.
“In the baby’s room, I did the kingdom with the castle from Beauty
