“Aaron Archer. I don’t think this is any of your business.” Aaron moves to stand next to me and I watch as a sadistic, violent smile curls over his lips.
“I think you’re talking to something of mine, so itismy business, Drew Ambrose.” My chest warms and I think I might have gotten a bit hard.
“Something of yours?” Drew scoffs—turning his attention back to me. “Really? You’re walking around with some guy who talks about you like you’re his property?”
“Yes.” I don’t hesitate, blushing as I grin at him. “It’s quite nice being owned. I’m spoiled, protected,andI get fucked every day. Plus—Aaron’s hot. It really is a win all around. It’s like I’m his little kitten.” Drew’s eyes have widened to a comical size as I talk, and I find that kind of hilarious.
“Wow. You really have no self-respect—do you?” Aaron steps forward and I can see him raising his knuckles to his lips, but I place my palm on his chest—stopping him mid-stride. Drew’s eyes narrow in on my hand. “Are you… Are you fucking married?” I fucking giggle.
“Almost! It’s nice, right?” He shakes his head, laughing in disbelief.
“You were fucking him the whole time—weren’t you? Behind my back.” Oh, the irony. What a tool.
“Actually Drew—no. There were several times I wanted to though.Reallywanted to. And considering the kind of man you are inandoutside of the bedroom, I should have. I should have let him fuck me over and over and over again. I mean—I’d be his husband soon anyway.” Drew is fuming—face red in anger and embarrassment, hands clenched at his sides.
“You—”
“Anyway, we have lots of sex to get to, so please get out of the way. I want those mini Gatorades.” He reluctantly slides over, letting Aaron grab a pack of them, keeping his glare on Drew the entire time. “Well, have a shit day then. Tell Sydney I said hey and that with those tits she can do a lot better than you. Oh wait, you can’t reach her anymore. Sorry—I forgot.” I turn on my heel—hearing his string of curses behind me and not caring to register a single one. I feel Aaron’s hand on the small of my back as we make our way to the register.
We don’t speak again until we get into the truck. As soon as both doors are closed I groan—leaning my head back on the headrest.
“That fucker isexhausting.” I complain, feeling Aaron slip a hand onto my thigh.
“Baby—” I turn and look at him. “You did so good in there. He was so freaked out. You’re so hot.”
“Yeah?” I’m grinning at him, leaning in over the console. “I thought so. Like it was super funny but also like—fuck you—you know?” He chuckles, cupping my cheek with his other hand—eyes roaming my face.
“Exactly. I can’t believe all in one conversation you told him I owned you, fucked you every day, and once again called yourself my kitten.” I flush a deep red at the last comment—looking down at his chest to avoid his gaze.
“Well, it’s true.” I mumble under my breath, ignoring his answering snicker. “But I was just being honest with him. He keeps trying to act all righteous and put us down. It’s pathetic. Just say you’re sexually frustrated and get on Tinder like other college boys.”
“That is so true, Button. So true. It’s good that you’re not sexually frustrated. I’d be fighting off a lot of horny UA students.” I hum—looking back into his eyes as my grin returns.
“You could say I’m frustrated. You could also say it can be fixed sexually.” Aaron leans forward and licks my neck—squeezes mycheeks until I open my mouth and licks at the ball on my tongue.
“Give me three hours and I can fix it. Easy peasy—no complaints. I’ll accept payment in the form of coming as deep inside of you as I can.” I groan, leaning my forehead against his.
“Drive already!”
“It’s so hot when you think you can boss me around. Means I get to punish you for it later.” Aaron pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main road. “I love watching you cry by my hands, kitten.” He’s staring at the road, but I still feel his gaze like a heavy hand caressing my body. I’m flushed—shivering.
“God—I’m already too worked up.” He shoots me a smile, a wink.
“Good. It’ll be more fun when you’re begging right from the start.”
“Aaron!”
I lay the seat back—resting an arm over my eyes to block him out. He’s always doing this—always getting me going—teasing me. If I went back to visit sixteen-year-old Benjamin and told him how things in my life are now, he’d laugh in my face. Hell—if I told nineteen-year-old Benjamin, he’dpunchme in the face. But now at twenty-two, I’m watching Aaron drive us back to our house—engaged—back to a routine we built just for us.
Isn’t it funny how time works?
Chapter Forty Seven
May 2024
Benjamin
Planning our wedding was actually pretty easy. Aaron understood that in between finishing my last year at UA and being easily overwhelmed, there was no way I was going to be able to plan it alone. So—instead—we employed Tina who sobbed in joy when we asked her to take over. Of course, we still chose the main factors such as theme—cake—location—tuxes. But everything else? Free rein, Tina.
