“Oh, I used to teach on the island.” He started in on a story about his long-ago third graders who were probably all older than me now. At some point during dessert Aspen rested his hand on my thigh, and I covered it with mine while I continued to converse with his uncle, who was able to keep up with me quite nicely. Sometime later Auntie Lisa came up behind Samuel and tapped him on the shoulder.
“You are not dressed properly for dinner,” she said sternly. I glanced up and no one else was left except for the family and me.
“Bring me a cocktail, woman,” he said and laughed when she picked up a napkin and tossed it in his direction.
“Go get it yourself and get me one while you’re at it. What will you boys have?” she asked. I had my mouth open to answer when Aspen cut in.
“We’re tired. We’re off to bed. Good night.”
“Oh, yes.” I smiled at her. “We’re tired.”
She nodded, and Samuel stood along with us. Auntie Lisa came around the table to give Aspen a hug. I got the feeling they didn’t see each other often, which made sense because he didn’t leave the city much. She snagged my hand and brought me closer.
“We all go visit home once a year. Come with us next time. We go during the off-season. No need to fight the tourists.” She patted my hand, and Aspen nodded in agreement.
“Is there a time when no one wants to visit a Caribbean island?” I asked. “St. Thomas, right?”
Aspen put his arm around me. “The other name for it is hurricane season.”
He and Auntie Lisa laughed like that was a good joke, and I really was covering a yawn as he led me away from her and I waved. The trip up the stairs seemed long even though we hadn’t done too much today aside from explore the woods and beach nearby—oh, and crash a plane.
When we got into our room I untied my shoes and couldn’t help but laugh as Aspen palmed my ass, tracing along my crack through my pants. I straightened and toed the shoes off, and he wrapped his arms around me, tugging me close. I always felt small with Aspen in a way I didn’t with any of my other men, because he was taller for one, and while Cillian might have shoulders about as wide as his, Aspen was just sturdier all around. He worked out but still had a little bit of softness around his middle and I loved it. I gave him a big hug back.
“Are you having a good time here?” Something close to fear threaded through his words, and I held him tighter.
“It’s beautiful. Your family has been nice. I love it. And I love getting to know you better.”
“Good.”
“Thank you for trusting me and bringing me here,” I mumbled against his chest, not sure why all the sudden I was embarrassed.
He ran a hand through my hair and tipped my chin up. “I don’t blab about my feelings like some people, but I....” His lips thinned. “I love you. And I love the energy you’ve brought into our lives. The possibilities you’ve opened up. There were doors closed that I couldn’t see were there, let alone locked, and now, together, we’re opening them.”
“Are you talking just about us or... are you thinking about Fallon, too?” Happy tingles raced around my stomach.
He grinned. “You noticed that?”
“Yes.” I went up on tiptoe. “I’ve noticed you two doing a poor job of flirting.”
He bent and pressed his lips to mine, I suspected to shut me up, but I didn’t care. I loved kissing him. He ran a hand up the back of my head to hold me in place while he attacked my mouth with his. I moaned into the kiss and happily pressed against him as his dick firmed up where it was trapped against my belly. Normally Aspen was a lot like Cillian, we got hard and he slung me around to some level surface and fucked me until neither one of us could breathe.
It was perfect.
I always loved it, and he would whisper how good I made him feel or how hot I am, and a great time would be had by all.
But tonight he didn’t rush with me. The suit coat and my bow tie were the first items to be discarded on the floor. He leaned back and unbuttoned my shirt, drawing things out. I laughed as he shoved the material from my shoulders, raised my arms when he grasped the hem of my undershirt to lift it over my head, and moaned as he trailed his hand down my stomach to grasp my bulge and give my hard dick a squeeze.
“Can I?” I slid my hands under his sweater and let out a happy sigh as my fingers found his warm skin.
“Mm-hmm.” He smiled, and I went up on tiptoe to do one of my favorite things in the world. He rolled his eyes and bent forward to help as I pecked at the freckles on his cheeks, dotting kisses on as many as I could before he got annoyed. Tonight he didn’t get irked with me for taking too long or teasing, and I was able to smooch every freckle before I settled down onto my feet with a grin.
“Happy?” he asked.
“Yep.”
Shaking his head, he stripped his sweater up and off, flinging it somewhere behind me. He walked me over to the bed with his lips on mine and all I could focus on was him. When we came up for air I found his right nipple, a deeper umber than the rest of his skin, and latched on to it. I sighed as the nub firmed under my tongue and he ground his dick against me.
“That is such a strange tickle,” he said with a laugh. “I’m not sure why everyone else wants it so much.”
