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I knew she meant it, and my heart skipped a beat with excitement too. She knew why I was coming, and she never turned me away, so that little purr in her voice told me she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Thank Christ.
Gulping, I disconnected the call before I did something dumb like tell her I loved her again. I tried to do that only when I was emptying my balls in her because Icouldn’tnot do that. It always blurted out of me like I had no control over my mouth when I was inside her. Maybe it was a weakness, but she was one big proof of my weakness, and the longer I was with her, the less I cared about that.
Now knowing what I was going to do, and knowing that puking wasn’t exactly going to be much of a turn on for her, I managed to keep my stomach contents in my gut, and headed for my car.
When I climbed into the Spider, sinking into it, I locked the doors behind me, and for a second, I rested my head against the headrest. I couldn’t go to her wired. I’d be too rough. The last thing I wanted was to scare her away.
So I took a few calming breaths before I started the engine, and then I rolled out of the warehouse parking lot, saluting the men on guard as I headed onto the interstate.
It took barely any time at all to hit her neighborhood. It wasn’t the best part of Hell’s Kitchen, but neither was it the worst. I didn’t have to worry about my car being ransacked—that had nothing to do with people knowing it belonged to me, and that if they damaged it or stole from me, they’d have the O’Donnellys coming after them and their kneecaps—and everything to do with the quality of the area.
I pulled up a block away, because even though it wasn’t under threat of being stripped, a Spider still stood out around here where most vehicles were American.
Locking up, I headed down the street toward her building and used the key she’d given me to get in.
When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror in the elevator, I grimaced because I was pasty as fuck. Scrubbing a hand over my face didn’t do much good, but it confirmed I wasn’t walking around covered in blood, so I knew I could go straight to her without showering.
When I was on her floor, I walked to her door, used the key to get in, and then slipped inside. Her bedroom door was open, and the furtive moves always made my heart rush with excitement.
Doing this, having the key to her apartment, moving into her room like it was my right, it all made me feel like this was my home.
Like I wascominghome to her.
I wanted that, I realized. I wanted that so badly…
Jesus.
I’d never thought I’d want to settle down this young, mostly because my choices were denied to me. Deirdre was forcing my hand every step of the way down the aisle, but she wasn’t the one I wanted to settle down with.
When I slipped into Aela’s bedroom, I saw she had a nightlight on. The place was still kitted out like she was a kid, which was skeevy as hell for me, but I saw nothing else when she lifted the comforter and revealed her naked body. Barely remembering the need to close the door behind me, I was careful not to make any sudden noises because it might disturb her mother.
Nostrils flaring at the sight of her when I turned back around, my dick hardening to the point of pain, I started to strip out of my clothes. My pants and jacket soon hit the ground, and I almost tore off my shirt, boxers, socks, and shoes in my haste to get naked.
The second I was there, in bed with her, she covered me with the comforter, and I groaned as her silky soft skin collided into me. Her arms slipped around me and her legs cupped my hips as I rolled onto her. My dick settled against her core as I moved atop her, and my mouth came to meet hers.
“Best greeting ever,” I rasped against her lips as I started to tease hers into opening.
She was always shy when I kissed her, which was cute when I thought about how she’d greeted me. But it was just one of the many nuances to her nature. Free with herself in some ways, needing me to coax her in others.
Everything I enticed from her was always hard earned and made me feel like Julius Caesar in the aftermath.
With my dick against her heat, it felt criminal to pull back, reach under her bed, and grab the box she kept there for nights when I visited her. When I fiddled with the lid, managing to open it and grab a condom, she groaned when I ground my cock into her before I passed her the foil packet.
I loved how she eyed that silver wrapper with big, round eyes. She’d been raised uber Catholic. No sex before marriage, no condoms between a man and a wife. I wasn’t scared about being caught fucking her or about the condoms because my father, to the Five Points, was more powerful than God himself. Irony being that whole ‘no false God’ stuff would probably get my da sent to hell faster than all the other atrocities he committed.
Not that I needed to be thinking about him now. Christ, that was one way for my boner to die a swift death.
Because I knew she got a kick out of it, I held onto her hips as I twisted us around so I was flat on my back and she was on top of me. She gnawed on her bottom lip as she settled there, then she sat up, carefully tore the condom wrapper open, and pulled the sheath out of the foil. When she pinched the tip, her breath hitched as she reached for my cock and held it upright. The delicate touch was always enough to make me want to shoot my wad.
I’d been sucked off by pros, handled by women who knew their way around a dick, and nothing got me hotter than Aela’s hesitance. Bringing her into the light, awakening her sexuality was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
Bar none.
She rolled the latex down my length, not stopping until I was fully covered.
I dreamed, one day, of taking her without a condom, but I couldn’t risk getting her pregnant yet, not until I had her set up somewhere safe. Not when I had to marry that cunt Deirdre.
