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It was easy to see that Aiden was a very changed man. He didn’t have that optimism he used to. There was something darker about him now. But, just then, there a glimpse of the Aiden I had known.
“Well, Aspen was in desperate need. The BDSM scene here is lacking. I’m sure you picked up on that when you were looking into opening your own club. But I just had to tell you that the environment you are fostering here will really be beneficial.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
“Trust me. In the upcoming months, your position here will be solidified.”
Aiden was kind enough, but it was clear to me he wasn’t engaged with the conversation. For me, the longer I stayed there, the more I wanted to leave. People were milling about, some in almost no clothing.
This wasn’t the place to have whatever heart to heart I wanted to with Aiden. I quickly realized that. There were too many other people, and they were all in various states of undress doing all kinds of sexual things. It was too much.
The thing was, it was hard for me to leave with him looking at me. And he was glancing at me more and more, probably picking up on how antsy I was.
His friend was starting to notice the glances, and realization passed over his face.
“I’ve kept you long enough. I haven’t had a chance to see the whole club, so I’m going to finish giving myself a tour.” He nodded at us both.
“Yeah, sure.” It was kind of an awkward goodbye, and, soon, Darren was gone.
Aiden turned his full attention to me. I instinctually took a step back, and he grabbed onto my arm, making sure I couldn’t get too far away. I had been having conflicting feelings about this confrontation all night, and, now that it was here, I wasn’t feeling any less uneasy.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Where are you going?” he threw back at me.
My unease was turning into nerves. Aiden was getting a little too familiar for my liking. And he needed to know it.Chapter Four - Aiden“Let go of me,” Reagan demanded, looking down at my hand gripping her arm.
She looked ready to slap the shit out of me. I could see in her blue eyes that there was fire. It didn’t matter that I just fucked the ever-loving shit out of her, and felt her cum all of my dick. If my feisty girl had some choice words for me, she was going to say them.
“Are you leaving?” I begged.
I hated sounding needy, but I kind of did just then. I didn’t want Reagan to leave, but if she didn’t want to stay, well then, there wasn’t much I could do to make her. I was a dominant man but only to a point.
“I’ll leave if I want to.” Reagan nodded towards the front door of the club slightly, then her eyes returned to mine.
We were lost together for a moment. Barely breathing, barely moving, just staring into the eyes of the person who meant the most to us so long ago. I never thought that I would be face to face with the love of my life again. The only woman I had let my guard down with. The only woman I had allowed to crush my heart.
Reagan dropped her shoulders slightly, but she didn’t look away. She had calmed down a little, but I could tell she was still a little upset. However, a small part of me wanted to chuckle. Reagan may have liked to submit in bed, but she was always willing to stand up for herself in regular life. It was that spark that drew me to her. She was like a wildfire, hot and unpredictable.
I let go of her arm because I didn’t think she was going to leave. My ex was just doing her usual thing. Whenever Reagan got angry, she would get extra huffy before calming down to a slow boil — at that point, she could be reasoned with.
I wasn’t sure why she was mad with me, though. I was the one who should have been mad, given what happened all those years ago.
“What do you want from me?” Reagan asked, crossing her arms over her ample chest.
The short black dress she was wearing barely concealed her impressive body. Our little encounter hadn’t helped either. Most of her left breast was still exposed, the neckline of the dress pulled and rumpled. The hemline was wrinkled too, parts sliding up to reveal most of her thighs.
I liked the way she looked — obviously just fucked. The memory made me hard, even though it was less than a half-hour before, and her juices were still slick on my cock. But that’s the way this girl was, addictive. I would never have enough of her.
