“Tell me what you want, Garrett. Do you want me to stop?”
This is my chance. Admit this was a mistake and walk away intact. Mostly intact. But I can’t. This will destroy the wall I put between us, but I don’t care. I’ll do whatever he wants if I can have this. Have some part of him. I slump against the cold steel in surrender. “No, I want…you.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His frantic words send jolts of lust through me. He sounds wrecked. And I did this. “Touch me, Garrett.”
I grip his waist. His skin is hot through the fabric. Muscles firm.
“Touch me like you mean it.” He catches my gaze, his eyes hot with desire, and it breaks my resistance.
I grab his ass and squeeze the generous mounds as I pull him against me. I’m so fucking turned on.
I frantically touch as much of him as I can until he sucks on my neck, and I almost lose it. Keeping control is a struggle as I imagine his hot mouth on my cock. I squeeze my eyes shut, but it doesn’t help. He kisses and bites his way down my neck. My head drops against the fridge to give him access.
He fumbles with my shirt, and I look down in time to see him ripping it apart with a growl. And fuck. That’s so hot.
His big hands circle my waist and the skin-to-skin contact leaves me weak. Aidyn is bigger than me, although we’re about the same height. His strong grip has me feeling vulnerable, almost dainty, and a surge of want tears a moan from my lips. I need him to overpower me. Take what he wants. “Please, Aidyn…”
“That’s it, darlin’. Beg me. You want me to hold you down and fuck you?”
I can’t speak. Don’t dare speak, but I frantically hump his leg at the thought. The embarrassment at his words. Over admitting what I want… What I’ve wanted for so long. A minor thing now, but something I’ll regret later.
“Say the bloody words, Garrett. I want to hear you.”
I swallow the dryness in my throat. “I want…” But I can’t admit it.
“Tell me.”
“You.” I close my eyes. It’s easier to speak the truth without looking into his eyes. Heat flushes my face. “I want you to fuck me with your…” Oh God. I swallow my nerves. “Your giant cock.”
“How do you know it’s giant, darlin’?” There’s a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Can feel it.” And I can, but that’s the easy way out. And now that we’re here, I don’t want to take the easy way. “Saw it…once.”
He rubs against me, and I feel the hard line of it. Can still see it in my mind. The thickness. The length. The throbbing veins.
“Checking me out in the men’s room were ya?”
I shake my head, and he grips my jaw, holding me in place so I have to speak. “No. I… It was an accident.”
His brows furrow as he kisses my mouth. Not as punishing but not quite sweet. “Tell me, Garrett.”
Can I admit this? “It was a week after the funeral.” I keep my eyes on his chest. “We’d been fighting. Again. You stormed away.”
His hand circles my throat as he pulls back and stares at me. “You followed me?” The hurt and betrayal in his voice almost stops my words. But it’s a secret I can’t hold in anymore.
“Yes. I didn’t know, Aidyn. I didn’t mean…”
He starts to back away, and I wrap my arms around his waist to hold him in place. Pain sparks in his eyes, followed by shame. “That was…private.”
“You were upset—I could hear you kicking things in the storage room, and then it got quiet. The door wasn’t locked.” He’s shaking his head, but I don’t stop. I can’t. “You were standing there with your dick in your hand.” I can still picture it.So big. And hard, with veins standing out and drops of precum beading on the tip.
“That— I didn’t hear you.”
Tears had been streaming down his face. I couldn’t say anything. “Aidyn?—”
“No wonder you hate me. One week after my wife—your sister—is buried, and I’m getting hard thinking about— I loved her so much, Garrett.” He doesn’t say the words “I still do,” but they’re there between us.
Aidyn backs away, holding his hands in front of him like a shield. Then all the energy seems to drain out of him as he slumps against the island and buries his head in his hands.
