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“Aaron?” I shout.
“Wyatt?” Ariah’s father stops trying to pin me to the ground. “What the hell are you doing here?” He climbs off me and reaches his hand out to help me up.
“I needed to see her,” I confess. “I couldn’t… I needed to see her.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “We agreed. It’s best that we—.”
I cut him off, “I need to see her.”
“Fine. She took her sleeping meds already, so she’ll be out. Be quick, and don’t fucking wake her. She can’t know you were here,” Aaron commands, punching the code into the house. I watch, memorizing it for next time because there will be a next time. Aaron walks through the backyard into the house, stopping once at the base of the stairs leading to the second floor. Turning, he says, “Upstairs, third door on the left. You have thirty minutes, and then you need to be gone.”
I nod, then take the steps two at a time until I’m standing outside Ariah’s door. It’s slightly ajar and doesn’t make a sound as I push it open enough for me to walk through. Then, closing and locking the door behind me, I make my way over to her bed.
Even in the dark, she’s breathtaking. The moon illuminates her skin as I stand and watch the rise and fall of her chest. I’m finally here.
Kneeling by her bedside, I ghost a kiss over her lips, and as if she senses me, her nipples grow hard underneath the thin layer of her tank top. The sight of them calling my mouth to taste her, and who am I not to oblige?
Pulling the sheet down, I expose more of her body to me. I groan when I notice she’s only wearing boyshorts. My dick grows so hard I have to grip it through my jeans. The sight of her thick thighs and the print of her pussy lips make me stroke myself, wishing I could fill her and fuck her awake. Instead, I unzip my jeans and pull my cock out before reaching down and pinching her nipple.
She lets out a soft sigh but doesn’t stir. I can feel the pre-cum dripping, so I slide my hand over the mushroom head of my dick, using it for lubrication as I work my way down my shaft, passing each piercing as I pretend it’s Ariah’s mouth instead of my fist.
Needing more, I pull down her tank and expose her breasts to me. My mouth lowers, and I capture her hardened peak between my lips. I squeeze my hand tighter around my shaft, jerking up and down, as I suck her nipple until I feel like I’m going to come.
I still need more.
Forcing myself to stop, I lift my mouth from her breast and my hand from my dick before gently climbing on the bed between her parted legs. Bending, I lower my nose to her pussy, close my eyes, and inhale her intoxicating scent before gliding my tongue over the navy lace fabric.
I moan at the taste of her, then pull her panties to the side and suck on her clit. I fucking missed this.
Ariah lets out a gasp, halting me. My eyes snap open, but when she doesn’t give any indication she’s awake, I slide two fingers into her waiting, wet pussy. I pump in and out as I suck on her clit, but I need to feel her. This is still not fucking enough.
Rising, I grip my dick, hold the head to her entrance, and slowly push in. Three barbells deep, I stop and slow stroke, rolling my hips as I rub her clit. I throw my head back when I feel her walls clamp down on my cock.
Home. I’m finally fucking home.
Knowing I’m close, I increase the pace of my fingers on her clit as I watch her chest rise and fall faster. She’s about to come, and if she does, I’m going to nut inside her, but I can’t.
I thrust inside her, five barbells deep, almost fully seating myself, and watch as her mouth falls open and a silent scream threatens to burst free.
Clenching my teeth, I force myself to pull out, replacing my dick with my fingers and pumping until I feel her juices on my hand. I don’t move until I feel her body relax. Then, I rise from the bed, fix her clothes, and cover her with the sheet before tucking my, still, very hard dick back in my pants. I know I need to leave, but I’m rooted to the spot as I stare down at the girl who owns every fiber of my being.
A light knock on the door signals my time is up. Leaning over, I press a kiss to Ariah’s lips and whisper in her ear, “I’m sorry, Love.”
Finally, I force my feet to move. I walk past Aaron without a word, not stopping until I’m back in my car with the engine running and the radio playing.
“The body of Robert Jones was found in an abandoned building in Bronston, Colorado, this morning, making him victim number seven in the last two years. Jones was the son of billionaire oil tycoon Jeffrey Jones whose family was steeped in controversy for allegedly covering up their son’s previous rape allegations.”
Seven victims? Does Bronston have a serial killer on the loose? We need to get our girl the fuck out of this damn town.
10
OWEN
“I can’t wait for the day I get to see you in a wedding dress, so I can cut you out of it,” I whisper in Ariah’s ear.
She snorts, aiming and throwing the blade just shy of the target’s heart. “You would want to see me in one just so you can slice me out of it.”
I walk up behind her as she picks up another knife. “Your stance is off, and you’re holding it wrong. Your right leg needs to be a little more forward, and your left knee needs to be slightly more bent,” I breathe into her right ear, sliding my hand down the length of her side, over the curve of her hip. The shiver her body emits tempts me to forget today’s lesson and use the knives for far more satisfying options. “Hold it by the handle, aim, then throw,” I explain, regrettably stepping back.
