A Perfect Passion

A Perfect Passion

By Piper Kay

Published by
Hot Ink Press

An Erotic Imprint of

Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

Algonquin, IL 60102

A Perfect Passion

By Piper Kay

This Book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, duplicated, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

©Text Copyright 2013 Piper Kay

Thanks to the girls in my writers group for all the love and support. I honestly have no idea what I would do without you. A special thanks to Michelle Carnes, Monique Lomino, Nikki Prince, and Kim Carmichael. This story would not be seeing the light of day without your support and guidance. And to one special lady, SJ Davis, thanks so much for believing in me. I’ll never be able to thank you enough.

Chapter One

After jotting down all the guy’s hours, I pull off my hard hat, and get in my truck. I’m leaving
work early, so I can get home to Aaron. It’s our second month anniversary and I want to surprise him. Things have been moving along quickly, but it all seems to be working out half way decent. Well, except the part of Aaron being able to barely hold on to his business. He’s got a construction company, but the competition is fierce, he hasn’t been getting to many contracts lately in this economy, but he’s a fighter and will come out on top, he always does. It’s one of the things that drew me to him.

Aaron and I met at a
party via a mutual friend. The attraction was immediate. He’s a very handsome man, tall like I love, with long sexy legs, a great sense of humor, and a kind heart. One thing led to another and BAM, here we are living together.

When I bought this house
, I did it on the cool. Aaron and I hadn’t talked about living together, but every night one of us was staying at the others place, so this seemed like the logical next step. I had my old house up for sale prior to us meeting, because I needed to be closer to work in downtown Houston. Thing worked out just like a jigsaw puzzle, everything fell into place for us.

I
’d called a local realtor friend and she showed me several houses. This one was perfect. It’s a two-story brick Italian style home with four bedrooms, three baths, a gourmet kitchen, grand formals, custom faux painting and plaster moldings. The master bath comes with his and her separate rooms, custom closets, Lutron lighting, copper gutters, with an incredible pool and spa. It even has a little fountain. It’s a beauty for sure and cost me a pretty penny. I didn’t mind though, I fell in love at first sight. 

Aaron and I
had a blast shopping for the furniture. We chose modern leather black and white matching curved sofas, with glass tabletops in the middle and the end tables are topped with European deco lamps. Two leather recliners sit on both sides of the fireplace. Our bedroom is decorated with a Nora contemporary set with an illuminated frost headboard and a matching bench. We made sure to deck out the place with some scattered modern handmade abstract paintings.

I stroll
through the front door tossing my keys in the basket. Aaron isn’t downstairs anywhere, maybe he’s outside in the pool or sunbathing, he loves it out there.

I pour
a drink and exit through the French doors that open to the backyard. I spot Dax, our pool man. He’s a bit hard to miss, the man is a six foot seven inch, blond, fuck-hot freaking Adonis. He’s here doing the weekly clean.
If he weren't straight, I would sell my soul for a taste of that.

“Hey there Dax, working hard?”

“Hi Damien, you know it. How are things going in the corporate world?”

“
Great, just great.” I wink, knowing it makes him nervous. “Have you seen Aaron? I thought maybe he was out here.”
Dax is too fun to flirt with it makes him stutter.

“No
-nope. I haven’t seen him. But, I used my own key for the gate, I didn-didn’t knock on the door.” Dax shields his eyes blocking out the setting sun. A pink flush creeps into his cheeks.

Dax is just too much!
"Okay thanks. How’re things going with you? How’s Marcy?” I lean against the grill, hooking my thumbs in my pockets.

“Ugh, that’s a long story. Things just didn’t work out so well. We split last week.” He shrugs his shoulders and his blond hair falls around his shoulders.

“Damn,
really sorry to hear that man. Other fish in the sea and all that.”
He really doesn’t know how damn sexy he is. Makes him even hotter.

“Yeah, I suppose so. Not
really looking right now though. I figure it’s better to stay single a while. I’m a bit burnt out on meaningless relationships anyway, that gets old quick.” He flashes me a smile and continues cleaning the pool.

“I understand
that. Well, I’m off to find Aaron. You have a good one.” I wave to him as I turn and head back into the house.

“Same to you Damien.”

Dax won't have a problem staying single with that long blonde hair that trails past his shoulders and cobalt blue eyes.  I can guarantee that.

Back in
the house, I speed up the spiral staircase towards the bedroom, still laughing inside about Dax. Aaron must be on the phone, I hear him mumbling and laughing. I love his laugh, it’s so deep and raspy, but has a hint of kid-like innocence spun into it somehow.

I turn the brass doorknob
and slowly open the door. I peek through the crack in the doorway and my heart skips a beat.
No way!

My face heats with anger and shame. I shake my head from side to side in an attempt to clear my vision.
My eyes are not deceiving me. A knot forms in the pit of my stomach. A cold sweat bead drips down my forehead and my pulse races. My breath puffs out in ragged gasps.
I might hyperventilate.

Aaron’s
in our bed, he’s naked with another man. I can’t tell who he is; all I see is dark black hair. My heart’s being stoned like a witch in Salem, and it feels like someone just played gladiator on my heart with a sledgehammer, pieces splinter inside my chest cavity.

M
y mouth won’t cooperate with me. I can’t get enough air to vibrate into my throat to even speak or yell. I gulp, like a guppy sucking air at the top of a dirty fish bowl.

I close my eyes
, rub my lids, and look again. Aaron’s scrunched up behind him, thrusting himself into the man. Faster and faster, he lets out a throaty moan as he pumps into him. His eyes are closed and he bites his lower lip. He’s really into it and it makes me ill. He throws his head back, his long brown hair flips over his head, and falls to the middle of his back. He arches his entire body backwards, causing his pelvic region to push into the man. He glides in and out of him.
I’m going to hurl…

“F
uck Aaron, oh God you feel good,” the stranger in
our
bed purrs.

“You like this, huh? I’
m gonna cum all over that sweet ass right now just like you want me to.” He smacks the man’s ass.

Aaron jabs several quick thrus
ts into him, letting out a loud groan, “Oh yes!”

I
slap my hand up to my mouth, trying to cover it before I choke on my own saliva, but it’s too late. Aaron hears me and turns my direction. Our eyes meet, mine full of disgust, his full of ecstasy, yet shock at the same time. I hate that the ecstasy part outweighed the shock.

“Fuck!”
Aaron pulls out of the other man and reaches for a towel. “Damien, I’m…ah shit. I’m sorry, it’s not what…”

Breathe!
I’m sucking in air as hard as I can to find my voice.
Please let my lungs work now.

“It’
s not what, Aaron? What it looks like?” I shake my head in detest.

“
Please listen to me Damien.”

The man scrambles in the sheets to cover
himself and scans the room for his lost clothes.
They are strewn from the door to the bed dude, good luck getting them!
He looks from me to Aaron, not sure what’s about to happen. Neither am I right now, but bat shit crazy on his bitch ass comes to mind.

I shake my head. “Get out, get the fuck out now!”

I try to make my way to the bathroom. I’m going to spew. I blast the cold water from the faucet in my face. Anger takes over me. Shock and rage is more like it. How dare he bring this dicklick into our home, into our bed for fuck's sake? The last few months were nothing but a lie? A fucking game to him, that didn’t mean anything? I dry my face off gathering what little composure I can muster and walk out.

Aaron is sitting on the side of the bed. The mystery dick is gone, he must have rushed out half naked.

“Pack you
r stuff.”

“
Damien, can we please just talk?” Aaron makes his way towards me.

“Y
es, allow me to do the talking.

Pack
…your…stuff…and…get…the…hell…out…of…my…house!” I hold my hand out, stalling his approach on me.

“
But Damien…” He holds his arms out like he wants to hug me.

“Goddammit
, you don’t hear well do you? I’m going outside. I’m going to give you half an hour. Pack what you need. I want your house key left in the basket, along with your copy of my truck key. And I want you gone.”

I turn my back on him and head towards the bedroom door. I spin to face him when I reach the doorway glaring daggers. “Lose this number, as well as my cell, and work numbers too. As a matter of fact, forget my name while you’re at it. We will not talk, nor discuss this, we won’t try to work this out, and we will not give this time to pass. It’s done and over with. Leave!” Practically swallowing my own tongue, I turn and leave the room. I’ll start hurling insults if I don’t. This is hard, very freaking hard, but I won’t be made a fool of, not in my own house. This is the reason I don’t do relationships, you can’t trust people, not anyone. It stabs swords through your heart, and personally I don’t like being hurt, nor stabbed for that matter. I don’t do pain or emotions very well.

After pouring
a glass of Bourbon, I swallow down a big gulp and escape the atmosphere inside the house to the fresh air outside. The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Dax is still here working, but I don’t say a word. I flop down in the lawn chair, running my fingers through my hair, yanking it through the knot at the end.

I inhale deeply.
I rub my hand over my forehead wiping the sweat off. My throat burns and my mind races a million miles a minute. I can’t keep up with the spiraling emotional rollercoaster right now. Maybe I’m in shock, but the rage is building real quick.

I choke
down the remainder of my Texan toxic and slam the glass down on the patio table next to me. Yep, that temper of mine just arrived. I plow through the phases of grief in about three minutes flat, denial and shock took a few minutes to get past, but anger jumps right in and takes over almost immediately. The bargaining stage won’t come into play here, I don’t bargain. I’ll skip straight into acceptance after I’m past this anger.
I’m livid fucking mad.

“Everything all right there, Damien?” 
Dax puts the pool net down, heading over in my direction.

“
No Dax, it’s so far from being okay right now, it’s not even funny.” I cup my hands over my face trying to wipes the horrid images away that are burned into my brain.

“
Anything I can do?”

“No. Wait yes, would you mind st
epping in the house and grabbing the bottle on top of the bar? I can’t go in there right now and I need another drink, like yesterday.”

“Um…yeah,
no problem.” A confused expression crosses Dax's face.

“Grab yourself a glass if you want one.”

He nods and walks into the house, returning a minute later with the whiskey in one hand, and a glass in another. He pours himself a glass and hands me the bottle.

Without a word,
Dax stares at me. I can only assume he’s trying to figure out what the hell is going on right now. It’s not like we’re strangers, he’s been my pool guy for a couple of years, from back in my old house and now here. We’ve talked plenty of times. He knows I was ‘living as a couple’ with Aaron, but I kind of doubt he’s wanting to hear all the nitty-gritty details of what I just witnessed.

I tip the whiskey bottle straight up
, and take a long pull off of it, then pass it back to him. I hear the French doors open, I know its Aaron. I’d told him we were done, there’s nothing to talk about.

“Damien, can I have a word?”
Aaron’s voice waivers.

I never turn to look at him
. “Aaron, you’re about to see my goddamned temper. Get the fuck out of my house.”

The French door slams causing
the glass panes to rattle when he jerks it behind him. I hear the front door slam a few seconds later. The motor of his Mustang roars as he revs it up, but I don’t hear him leave.

The side gate swings open smacking into the fence
and Aaron saunters through it. “Dax, move your fucking truck so I can get the hell out of this place.”

I stand to say something, but Dax gives me a wink
. Aaron storms back out the gate.

“I got this Damien
, nothing I can’t handle. I’ll be back in a few days to finish up.” Dax gets out of the chair, setting the glass on the table.

“Thanks
and sorry about this. It has nothing to do with you.” I down the rest of my whiskey, savoring the burn in my throat.

“I know. Catch ya
in a couple days. If you need anything call me.” Dax grabs his things and struts out the gate, locking it behind him.

I have no worries, Aaron isn’t stupid enough to start something with
the bulked out pool guy. He’ll be slaughtered like a lamb if he does.