Touched (19 page)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

It was nearly midnight and still not a word from Aiden. I suppose I could call him but I didn’t know what state of mind I’d find him and I didn’t want to take the chance. Had the ordeal with the Patricks made him think less of me? Was he reconsidering our relationship?  My head started to hurt as I considered possible outcomes … all of which left me without Aiden. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to think any more about it. I flipped the TV off and headed to bed. Maybe I’d have my answers tomorrow.

I had settled into bed when my phone pinged. I nervously grabbed it to see a text from Aiden.

*
I’m downstairs, I’m coming up.*

I didn’t reply. I climbed out of bed and walked towards the door.  I didn’t know what to expect; I felt a wave of nausea in the pit of my stomach. There was a knock just as I reached the door. I slowly opened it and there he was … the gorgeous, sexy, intimidating CEO of Raine Industries.

The coldness I’d seen in his eyes earlier had thawed, giving way to the eyes that conspicuously ravished me.  He pulled me to him, lowered his head and sealed his mouth over on mine. All of my worries vanished as his tongue expertly explored my mouth, removing all traces of doubt.

He moved us inside and closed the door behind him. Within the measure of a minute, we were both naked ... moments later he was shoving his huge cock into me.

*****

The next morning we were in the kitchen. I was preparing tea as he reached for coffee. Neither of us had mentioned the Patricks. I wanted to know more but I was hesitant to broach the subject.

“I’m flying home for the weekend. I would love for you to come with,” Aiden said.

“What?” I asked.

“Come home with me. I have a charity event and I would like for you to see where I grew up,” he said.

I smiled as I pictured a cute little green-eyed Aiden. I wondered if he’d been as challenging as a child as he is as an adult.

“Can I take that smile as a sign that you’ll be joining me?” he asked.

“No, you can take that smile as a sign that I think it was kind of you to offer but I would like to politely decline.”

“And why is that? Give me one reason.”

“I’ll do better than that. I’ll give you two … your mother and your father. No, wait, I’ll make it three. What’s going on with us is supposed to be a secret, remember? If I start taking trips to the family home – let’s just say it would raise a few eyebrows and I definitely don’t want that.”

Aiden sighed and pulled me toward him. “About that … I only went along with it because – well to be honest, I didn’t want you to continue depriving me of what I needed. But I’m not doing this anymore. We’re together and I don’t give a damn who knows it. And it’s about time you didn’t either.”

“Depriving you of what you needed?” I asked.

“Yes. I needed you. I
need
you. I couldn’t go much longer without it.”

“It? So you mean sex?” I asked.

“Not just sex, your sex.”

I tugged out of his embrace.

“Don’t get the wrong impression, Aria. This stopped being about sex almost as soon as it started being about sex and you know it.”

“That very well may be the case, but I’m not ready for any complications that making this public can cause,” I said.

“Typically, the woman I’m dating wants the entire world to know and here I am with a woman I’m crazy about who wants to keep me as her dirty little secret.”

“Well, I don’t think the world is ready for my revelation of how dirty you are Mr. Raine.”

“What about you? Are you ready for me to get dirtier with you Miss Cason?”

“Baby, I’m dying to see what’s next.”

“Let’s make a deal. You come home with me and I’ll give you a very generous taste of what’s next,” he said, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“What’s not to know? I can show you around Chicago. We can go to the Navy Pier and the Chicago Theater and we can visit the Museum of Contemporary Art and the most motivational reason – I can fuck you in my childhood bedroom.”

“Well you should have led with that,” I said, laughing.

“I forgot that I was dealing with a sex-crazed woman.”

He was making this sound like an offer I couldn’t refuse.

“It does sound fun but your parents will be ogling the entire time, what if I use the wrong fork or sip water from the finger bowl?”

“I won’t let you,” he said.

He ran his fingertip over the worry line that I was sure had touched my face.

“Stop worrying; you know I’ve got you.”

“But your parents – ”

“Let me deal with my parents. You deal with me. Now come here. My cock is begging for your mouth.”

The tranquil air that was floating innocently around us changed instantly, adding a layer of lust and hunger that encircled us. Virginia clenched as my mouth watered in anticipation of his delicious cock in my mouth. I walked slowly towards him, his eyes demanding my compliance. He pulled me to him and trailed his finger along my cheek making his way to mouth and slowly traced his fingertip along my lips before sliding his finger into my mouth. He circled his finger over my tongue and slowly pulled his finger out of my mouth and lowered his head to place a barely-there kiss on my lips.

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his manhood. I unbuttoned his pants and slowly unzipped them to release his beautiful length. I kneeled before him and slid my tongue slowly across my lips as I watched his shaft grow longer and thicker; it was as anxious for my mouth as I was to have it there. I looked up at Aiden, his sultry eyes urging me to take him into my mouth.

I kissed the head of his dick and gently moved forward, my mouth stretching as I took him in. I moved slowly back and forth, allowing my jaws to adjust to his girth. The feel of his thick, hard flesh moving in and out of my mouth was driving me crazy. I suctioned my jaws and began moving faster, moaning at the sheer delight of having his cock in my mouth. I looked up at him as he started to take over, pushing harder. He grunted and threw his head back as I became greedy, moving faster, seeking his release. “Ah, fuck,” he growled, not caring that I knew he was losing control. His breath hitched and he grabbed the top of my head as I continued worshipping his heavy cock. I moaned around his dick and he gasped at the feeling. He ran his fingers through my hair and cradled my head, thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth hard and fast, forcing me to take him deeper. “Ah shit … I’m cumming,” he grunted, as his dick hardened and jerked, viciously erupting into my mouth.

*****

“Just a little warning. The lifestyle that my parents lead is nearly a direct contrast to mine,” Aiden said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’ve told you that I don’t partake of all the luxuries that being a Raine affords.”

“Yes. So?”

“My parents do. They rarely drive themselves. They have several servants, gardeners and stable hands and groundskeepers. You name it, they have it. I attempt to do as much as possible without all of those trappings.  I always have and they’ve always frowned upon it.”

“Why is that?”

“It just never felt right, especially when I see how the other half lives. It’s excessive.”

“Is that why Sloan said that you’ve always been the challenging one of the bunch when we were in St. Barts?” I asked.

He laughed. It was a rich guttural sound. I loved when he laughed. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“You know, it’s actually quite awesome to think of it the way you do; it’s impressive all things considered,” I said.

“Don’t get me wrong, I do call in favors or do what I need to when the time calls for it.”

“Oh yes, I’ve observed that a few times and I’ve found it to be quite impressive as well as intimidating.”

“So I still intimidate you?” he asked.

“You’re atypical. It would be difficult to find someone who wasn’t intimidated by you, especially when you have that
don’t fuck with me
thing going.”

“What?” he asked.

“Dane and Tiffany come to mind.”

“Does that bother you?” he asked.

“No, not really. It’s just silencing. I don’t know how to take it. It makes me wonder more about you.”

“You don’t need to wonder, just don’t leave and you’ll have a chance to know anything you want.”

“I think I will,” I said.

“Good.”

I sat quietly thinking about the pieces of information that I’d sorted out about his family. “You know it sounds as if you long for normalcy.”

“More often than not,” he said, wistfully.

“It also seems as if you’ll never have it.”

“Yes, I suppose that’s true.  But you, you make me feel normal.”

“How?” I asked.

“You don’t treat me like I’m some prodigy or this greater than life rich guy. You don’t really take my shit.”

“Yeah, well you don’t take mine either.” He was wrong, I did take a lot of his shit, more than I had ever taken from anyone but I supposed he wasn’t accustomed to any resistance at all. I was glad to know that he saw me as not succumbing to him as others did.

“We’re good together Aria and we could be so much better if you really let me in.”

“I have,” I said.

“Not completely,” he countered.

The last time I thought I had let him in, it fucked my world pretty badly. I wanted to take it a lot slower this time around but that was rather challenging with a man like him because he really
was
this greater than life guy, whether he chose to buy into it or not, he was … and he was the kind of man that would make the most sensible and controlled woman lose her shit.

“I know Aiden, but you’ve got to let me do this at a pace that is not so terrifying for me.”

“I will but only if you promise not to run again.”

“I promise.”

*****

The Raine Industries jet landed in Chicago shortly after 11 o’clock. We stepped from the jet into a beautiful autumn morning. The cool, brisk wind blew harshly against my face as I looked up smiling at the bright sky. The clouds, having engulfed an enormous helping of the cool Chicago air, were happy and full. They lay content against the perfectly-painted baby blue backdrop. The sun was shining brightly casting its stamp of approval on our day. A car was waiting for us on the tarmac. I kept happily in step with Aiden as he pulled me alongside him. I stole a glance at him to find that he was smiling expectantly at me, his brown hair slightly tousled by the wind.

We discussed our afternoon plans as we enjoyed the short drive to his home. His excitement was tangible. I wanted to bottle it and keep it under lock and key for those days when this part of him was hidden. The only thing that could place a damper on my day was the less than welcoming reaction I was sure to receive from Aiden’s parents. I wanted them to approve but I knew they wouldn’t.  I would be tolerated, I knew that much but I wanted this to be more than that. I wanted them to like me. I wanted this to be easier for the both of us this time.  

I didn’t know how Aiden’s family would react to my intruding on their weekend so I was nervous.  Aiden had reassured me that it would be fine but that was of little to no comfort. After thirty minutes or so, the car turned down a long tree-lined drive and stopped at a towering, formal gated entry. The gate slowly opened and we continued down the drive. I looked out the window and gasped. I didn’t know what to expect but the mansion was enormous. I wondered what social dramas had occurred within the walls of this massive estate.

Its opulence was intimidating and beautiful; two words that I had come to associate with Aiden.

“It’s quite large,” I said, stating the obvious.

“Yes, that’s a word for it,” he replied.

“Do you not like it?” I asked.

“I didn’t say that. I grew up in this house so as you can imagine, it’s quite different for me than it is for someone seeing it for the first time.”

“I just can’t imagine what anyone would do with so much room. Exactly how large is it?”

“Five stories, fifty or so rooms,” he said.

“Or so?”

“It changes as they feel the need for additional wings. A couple of years ago, a beauty salon and additional screening room were added,” he said.

“And the other rooms?”

“To be honest, I  tend to stick with only a few so I’m not sure but there are an assortment of rooms – home offices, workshops, libraries, solariums, sports courts, game rooms, entertainment dens, wine cellars, butler pantries, three kitchens, sauna retreats and staff quarters. I’ll show you around when we get settled.”

His mention of a kitchen made me think of the story of his mom running him from the kitchen as a child. I was anxious to see it and hopefully meet the person responsible for his culinary skills.

The car stopped in the crest of the circular drive and Aiden opened the door. He reached for my hand and assisted me out of the car. Hand-in-hand, we walked up the steps to the vast double doors. When we reached the door, he looked at me. “Are you ready?”