Aiden - Mr. Glori-ass
Rhea continues her dangerous game until I’m hard as stone and we make love on the floor once more before ending up in her bed, cuddled up, facing each other under the covers.
Yeah, I said it.
We made love.
I’m in more trouble than I thought, and I can’t think of anything better.
“Spontaneous floor sex is fun,” she says. “But let’s lay out a blanket or something next time. I’ve got rug burns in places that should never have rug burns.”
I lean forward and kiss her nose. “I think some of that is beard burn, sweetheart. And I don’t recall you complaining about it when it was happening.” Pulling her tight to my chest, I squeeze her gently. “I knowIenjoyed it a great deal.”
She smacks me on the arm playfully. “Tell me that when you’re the one with scrapes on your knees, elbows, back, and ass. It feels like I have a sunburn.”
“Yeah, I still say it was worth it.” I grin at her.
She huffs out a breath, then gives me a little smile. “Fine. Maybe it was a little bit worth it.”
I roll onto my back and she follows, laying her head on my chest and wrapping her leg over mine. She swirls her fingertips through my chest hair, tracing circles and spirals over and over again, and I have never been more relaxed. Even sleeping in my bed at home, I’ve never been totally relaxed. I wonder if maybe Rhea has a point about that place having bad vibes. The bad memories have been part of the reason I stay there, so in a way, it makes sense.
“So, know any good realtors?”
Rhea bolts upright, the blanket falling to her waist. “Are you serious?”
Now how am I supposed to have a serious conversation with her perfect tits staring me right in the face? I reach up and palm her breast, my thumb rubbing back and forth across her nipple. Maybe this conversation can wait? My dick is coming to attention again, and I’d much rather be inside Rhea right now than talking about selling my house.
Rhea takes my hand off her breast and holds it. “Concentrate,” she says, smiling down at me. “There’s plenty of time for that.”
“Ugh, fine.” I sit up and lean against the headboard, pulling her in beside me so I can hold her while we talk. For a guy who had no intention of ever having a relationship, I sure seem to enjoy having Rhea in my arms. “I think maybe you’re right about my house. It might be time to sell after all.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want? I don’t want you to do something like that just because I said you should. Maybe you need to think about it a little more.” She straddles my legs and grabs my face with both her hands. “If your house doesn’t bother you, then you should keep it. I don’t think it’sactuallybuilt on an old cemetery. Probably.”
Yeah, I’m a goner. This woman is going to be the death of me. She’s sexy, she’s smart, she’s funny, and she really cares about me. I lean forward and kiss her, wrapping my arms around her and gripping her tightly to me.
“The only reason I’ve stayed in my house all these years isbecauseit bothers me. It’s full of reminders of my father and how he treated me. He never physically hurt my mom or my sister, just me, but he emotionally abused them, and I remember that as well. I stayed in the house because it reminded me of what I could become if I ever let myself love someone. Or of what any child of mine could become. I never wanted to fall for someone and risk turning into my father. And I never wanted to father any kids. The memories I associate with the house act as a constant reminder of why I’ve kept myself closed off.” I nuzzle my face into her neck. “You’ve made me want to leave all that behind. Because I want to be with you.”
Rhea wraps her arms around me, hugging me tightly with her whole body. “Aiden, I don’t know what to say to make you believe me. You’re a good person. You’re so worried about becoming like your father that I know there’s no way that you would. A person like that wouldn’t show this level of concern. Have you ever considered a vasectomy?” She looks up at my face expectantly. “You know, because you never wanted to have kids? You could always get a vasectomy and then you’d have less to worry about. And you wouldn’t run the risk of popping off a woman like a champagne cork and running away screaming if you accidentally forget a condom again.”
I choke out a laugh. “OK, I know that isn’t funny, but what a visual. Popping off like a champagne cork.” I try hard to contain my laughter, but I fail miserably. It takes several minutes for me to calm down.
“I also thought it was like when you blow up a balloon, but don’t tie it off? You know how when you let it go, it suddenly starts flying erratically all over the room while the air escapes? You reminded me a little of that while you were freaking out and trying to find your clothes.”
We both laugh at that, pretending our hands are balloons flying around, and making whooshing noises like air escaping.
“I know I can never take that back, Rhea, but I want you to know how very sorry I am. I felt like such an asshole as soon as I left.”
She kisses me softly. “You were an asshole. But I forgive you. Just don’t let it happen again. Something like that would be very damaging to our relationship,” she says with a smirk.
“How did you get so smart?” I say into her hair. “And how did I get lucky enough to get your attention?”
She leans back and looks at me. “You’re not the only one with a Social Work courses under your belt, you know. That, and years and years of therapy.” She grins. “As for you getting my attention? What can I say? You have an amazing ass.”
“I really do, don’t I?” I twist myself and pretend to look at my ass. “It’s glorious.”
“Nothing like being humble about it.” She digs her fingers into my ribs, tickling me. “See if I ever compliment you again, Mr. ‘Glori-ass’.”
I slip out from behind her, grab her legs, pull her lower down the bed, and cover her with my body. “I like the sound of that. ‘Mr. Glori-ass’. Think I should make that permanent? Aiden Glori-asshas a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
