Modern Arrangements: Complete Trilogy (Modern Arrangements #1-3) (32 page)

Sounds and undistinguishable words fell
from my lips. Apparently pleased with himself, he moved up my body and carefully
slid into me. He pumped slowly in and out of my center. I writhed beneath him.

"Oh God," I panted.

"No, Aidan. Say my name,
Lilli." The dominant persona turned me on more. His thrust increased in
force. "Say it," he said in his new dominant tone.

"Aidan," I panted and writhed
more at his forcefulness.

"Louder," he demanded, pushing
harder and further.

"Aidan," I yelled. The large
grin was noticeable when his lips crushed mine.

He grabbed the legs I’d wrapped around
his waist and placed my ankles on his shoulders. He thrust down into me.

"Aidan, Yes, Aidan!" Screaming
out, I fisted the bed sheets, sure I would tear a hole in them.

"I want to feel it," He pumped
hard twice. "I want to feel you come around me again." He slipped one
finger into my ass and thrust forward harder. The molten fire erupted through
my body again. My walls clenched around his steel length.  The shudder from his
body let me know he was joining me on the orgasmic ride.

Spent, my legs fell back onto the bed.
He collapsed on top of me with his head on my chest.

 "Jesus, Lilli…you are
just….fuck."

I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Mmmm…that feels amazing," he
moaned and rolled so that we were both on our sides.

His cheek pressed against my chest.
After pulling my leg over him, he cupped my ass. We fell into an exhausted
sleep, tangled in each other, naked.

Chapter Five

Jealousy and Turmoil

Aidan

Lying in bed last night, her hands
running through my hair, after two rounds of intense sex, was heaven. I didn’t
want to get out of bed, but I had to get ready for work. Our position had
changed throughout the night, but we were both still naked.

Lilli was a stomach sleeper and facing
away from me. The only part of her body covered was her butt and the one leg
tangled in the sheet. Rolling from my back to my right sight and propping my
head up on my hand, I looked her over.

My mind couldn’t help but worry about
how she’d react. Would she pretend like nothing happened? Would she consider
changing the ‘not having sex’ rule? I mean didn’t we break it twice last night?
I sighed and rubbed my free hand over my face. I don’t think I can go back to
not being with her. I mean, my God, now that I’d been with her, inside of her,
there was no going back for me. I wanted it again and again. In fact, I wanted
her now.

As if to emphasize my desire, my dick
twitched to life. The tingling anticipation returned to my groin and lower
abdomen as memories of her attacking me on the library sofa came to the
forefront of my mind. I was still trying to figure out what it was that swayed
her, ensuring I could it again. Otherwise, I may not get a chance to be inside
her again, nor would I get the heir needed to fulfill all of my inheritance
conditions.

While lost in my thoughts of Lilli, the conditions,
and needing to get up and get dressed, I rolled onto my back. Lilli stirred and
whimpered. She was still asleep, but had shifted. Her left leg was now bent at
the knee and the movement caused the sheet to slip off, revealing the perfect
curve of her right hip.

I couldn’t be blamed for my actions, it
was just too much. Very slowly, I caressed her lower back, sliding my fingers
under the sheet and over perfect, soft, lush skin. She moaned lightly and
stirred. I halted my actions for a moment, waiting for her to settle before I
continued. The sheet had been completely removed from her body. I let my
curiosity wander once more, moving my fingers gently over the crease where her
ass met her creamy thigh.

I slid closer, allowing her scent and
warmth to consume my senses. I was lost. As if on their own, my fingers found
purchase between her legs, sliding across her damp folds. She moaned and
stirred again. Slowly dipping my fingers inside, I watched as she squirmed, her
breathing becoming more rapid.

"Good morning," I whispered
against her neck, licking and nipping.

"Mmmhmm…" she moaned.

I shifted my body, positioning myself
against her wet heat.

With my weight on my left forearm, I
grabbed her hip and pushed into her hot sheath.

"Ahhh," I moaned. 

This wouldn’t be slow and soft, the
intense urge to dive into her faster, deeper, took over.

"Uhhnngg," she moaned into the
mattress.

"Shit," I blurted, followed
with another growl, "you are so…" My breathing labored and I thrust
harder.

Pushing off of my forearm to my knees, I
grabbed both sides of her hips and angled her body. The sound of our slapping
skin echoed throughout the room. Anticipation for release pulled through my
thighs and abdomen, building higher.

"Oh God!"

"What. Did. I. Tell. You!"
Emphasizing each word with a thrust, she panted and moaned, but didn’t comply.

Though it almost ripped me in two, I
slowed. She whimpered, grounding her hips against me.

"Huh-uhn. I told you last
night." I fought the urge to pound into her.

"Aidan," she moaned.

With a swell in my chest, I pumped
forcefully in and out of her until she screamed my name again with her release.
The constricting of her hot walls around my eager erection propelled my release
into her.

"Ahhh…yes…Lilli!" I collapsed
onto her back, panting and sweating.

Moving off of her, I pulled her back
against my chest, feeling her heart beating rapidly as I calm my breathing.

"You never said good morning
back." I chuckled into the side of her neck before placing a kiss.

"Good morning," she whispered.

Tension filled her voice and started to
take over her body. She was going to pull away from me. I wouldn’t let that
happen.

"Hey?" No response. I shifted
her onto her back. She covered her chest with her arms. I sighed and dropped my
forehead to hers.

I tried to get my emotions under control
before I spoke. Her reaction, to us, was both aggravating and made me feel
guilty.

"Lilli?" I sighed out with my
eyes closed tight – forehead still pressed on hers.

"Aidan…I –"

I put my finger over her lips.

"Shhh," I opened my eyes and
looked into hers. She furrowed her brow. I moved my fingers to rub away the
crease lines. "Don’t tell me it was wrong or it was a mistake or that it
can’t happen again."

"But I was the one that said this
shouldn’t happen and then –"

"So what?" Anger started to
replace aggravation. How could she still be so concerned about having sex with
her husband?
I dropped my head to her shoulder. "We’re married,
live together, sleep in the same bed, and have no other sexual partners. I
would say sex with each other was going to happen. To be honest, I’ve wanted it
for awhile, was definitely hoping it would happen and do not want to go back to
not having sex with you." I looked into her eyes, gauging her reaction. I
couldn’t believe that she looked surprised.

"I’m a hypocrite," she
groaned, rolling onto her stomach.

"I’m not complaining." I
kissed her back.

"Of course you aren’t," She
laughed, attempting to pull away from my kisses. "This just complicates
the situation even more." She huffed.

Grabbing her shoulder, I rolled her over
to her back, again. Like before, she covered her chest. Taking hold of her
wrists, I pulled them away from her chest.

"Don’t." Leaning down, I
kissed between her breasts.

"Will you stop it," She
groaned.

"Nope," I looked up and
grinned before covering her mouth with mine.

She tried to pull away. Grasping her
wrists firmly, I placed them on either side of her head and straddled her
thighs.

"What are you going to do
now?" I grinned.

"I hate you," she growled, but
the smile at the corner of her mouth gave her away.

"Keep telling yourself that,
hypocrite." I raised an eyebrow.

"You suck," she tried not to
smile again. It was a losing battle.

"Are you propositioning me?" I
leaned down and took her bottom lip into my mouth, sucking gently before
releasing it with a large smile.

"Don’t you have to get ready for
work or something?"

"Unfortunately."

I let go of her wrists and climbed off
the bed, walking nude to the bathroom.

"Feel free to join me in the
shower," I shouted over my shoulder entering the bathroom. I left the
doors open behind me.

Standing under the hot water, I almost
started pacing, hoping she would join me. If she had, I would’ve not only loved
it, but it would’ve told me that she was okay with what we shared. I knew she
was nervous and worried about how sex would affect our ‘arranged’ relationship,
but she just didn’t seem to get that I really did care about her. It’s wasn’t
just an arrangement for me anymore, it was a part of my life. She had become
more than just a need, I wanted her.

I waited a few more minutes for her to
show up before I climbed out of the shower. I toweled off and shaved before
returning to the bedroom. The room was empty and so was the bed. I sighed and
ran my hands through my hair.

Once dressed, I headed down to the
kitchen. There was no sign of her.

"Good morning, Rachel."

"Good morning, Mr. Iverson,"
she smiled brightly.

"Have you seen Lilli?"

"No sir. Not this morning. Is
everything okay?" I could see the genuine concern on her face.

"No, no, everything is fine. I just
want to tell her good bye is all." I forced as smile. I wanted to say good
bye, but also wanted to reassure her she wasn’t a hypocrite.

I glanced into a few rooms on my way to
the front door, bur still didn’t find her. Grabbing my coat and bag, I went out
to the waiting car, speeding away to work.

I was in the middle of thinking about
Lilli, straddled over my lap in the library, when my phone buzzed.

"Mr. Iverson?"

"Yes, Amy?"

Quickly, I thought of Viola waving the
rubber dildo at Lilli’s bachelorette party. That worked.

"Mrs. Iverson is on the
phone." Excitement coursed through my veins. I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Aidan, dear." Disappointment
flooded through me, it was Aunt Anne. My balls instantly shriveled. I loved my
aunt, but she's so stuck up it literally nauseates me sometimes.

"Yes, how can I help you this
afternoon?"

"I was hoping to find out when you
would be having your dinner party?"

See, this is what I mean. There is no
dinner party planned, but the ‘proper’ thing to do would be to plan one since
we are back from the honeymoon.

"Actually, we haven’t really had a
lot of time to set the date for it yet, but I’ll let you know as soon as
–"

"Oh dear boy, do you need some
help? Or does your wife need some assistance? I’m sure she’s not familiar with
our traditions." Now, she was insulting Lilli.

"No, she has it under control, but
thank you. I’ll let her know you’ve offered your assistance." We quickly
made pleasant goodbyes and hung up.

I had both hands in my hair, gripping
tightly, when I flashed to Lilli yanking on it last night. As if on cue, James
burst through my office door.

"Come on, dearest cousin of mine,
we’re going out to lunch!" He leaned, palms down, onto my desk in front of
me with a large smile.

"I can’t, I have –"

"Oh, Christ, Aidan, you can spare
an hour or two. Come on! Oscar and Dixon are going to meet us in twenty
minutes." He straightened and looked at me expectantly.

"Fine," I sighed and walked
around my desk. I stopped at Amy’s desk to go over a few quick things before
leaving with James.

As we stood waiting for the car to pull
up to the curb, I caught sight of a girl with long brown hair. I knew it wasn’t
Lilli, but it brought on another round of dirty thoughts.

"Well, well, well…" James
chuckled.

"What?" I glared.

"Someone’s definitely less
frustrated," he chuckled, again.

"I don’t know what you are –"

"You got laid, didn’t you?"
James grinned mischievously.

"What?" My eyes felt like they
would escape from my lids at any moment.

The car pulled up and we climbed in.

"It’s about damn time." He
relaxed back into the seat. "So, did you get yourself a mistress or were
you finally able to persuade the Missus to put out?" He raised his brow.

"I’m not discussing this with
you." I shook my head.

"Then that’s a yes to Lilli finally
putting out." He smirked.

"I never said –"

"You didn’t have to. If it were a
mistress, you would still be stressed and acting over-dramatic." I was
about to argue but he continued. "I know you. So, that means you and the
wife are finally having sex." The car pulled up to a curb and stopped for
us to get out. "And, shall I just say…" he climbed out and I followed,
"It’s about fucking time!" He slapped his hand to my shoulder.

"What’s about fucking time?"
Dixon’s boisterous voice came out of nowhere.

"Golden boy got himself some
action." James smiled widely. I cringed at what Dixon was going to say.

"It’s about fucking time."
Dixon laughed.

"What?" I looked at Dixon
shocked.

"Hell, dude, if you didn’t get laid
soon, I was going to personally offer my services."

James almost ran into the door after
Dixon's comment.

"Dude, seriously, did you have to
go there?" James shook his head.

"Who is going where?" Oscar questioned.
He leaned against the wall at the entrance of the restaurant.

"Oh, Aidan finally got laid and
Dixon considered servicing Aidan," James blurted like it was just normal
lunch conversation.

Oscar raised an eyebrow at me.

"You would choose Dixon over
me?" He laughed. "I’m insulted."

"Jesus, when did you all become
homos?" James turned and looked at us.

"You’re just jealous because you
can’t have me." I laughed. "We’re related and that’s just
wrong." Dixon and Oscar burst into laughter as we sat at our private
table.