His brows rose and he leaned against the doorframe. “Where were you thinking of going?”
“Someplace warm where no one knows my name.”
“Smart. So smart. Runaway from your problems. I haven’t heard that before.” He pushed off the door and crossed the room.
I tossed my phone to my bed and sighed. “Mean.”
He slid a knuckle down my chest. “But do you deserve it?”
“Not even a little. I am perfect.”
He rolled his eyes. “Sure, Prince.”
I crossed my arms. “I should get dressed and deal with them.”
“Yes, you should. And I should go home and get some fresh clothes so they don’t ask questions about why I’m here in rumpled clothes.”
“They clearly won’t notice anything beyond you being perfect and me being an asshole.”
He held up his thumb and first finger slightly apart. “That’s your fault. At least a bit.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t.”
“Go shower.” He pressed his lips to my cheek. “I’ll see you for dinner.”
“Are you invited?” I grabbed his cock.
He glanced between us. “I invited myself to torture you.”
“Of course you did.” I squeezed and jacked him off through his pants. “I think I’ll tease you the whole time under the table as retribution.”
He grabbed my wrist and twisted, removing my hand from his cock. “Remember for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
I fought his hold. “I look forward to the battle of wills.” I was terrified but I wasn’t about to back down.
He released me and stood back to adjust.
“Unless you want to give me something to remember you by?” I dropped to my knees.
“I don’t think your behavior this morning has earned it.”
My mouth hung open and I put my hands down and crawled towards him. Every time I got close he took a step back, mirroring my pace until his back hit the wall.
“Let me take care of you before you leave.” I parted my lips and presented my tongue.
He put a foot on my shoulder, keeping me where I was. “We will not leave this room if you start.”
“I don’t see the downside.” I slid a hand up the inside of his thigh, grabbing his cock again.
He let his head drop backward hitting the wall and I was sure I won. I pushed against his foot, but it wouldn’t let up, so I started to open his pants.
He groaned as my fingers wrapped around his thickness. I salivated, wanting him in my mouth so bad.
“Do you want your parents to hear us?” He groaned between his teeth.
“They won’t.” There was a chance they would, but I didn’t care at this moment. That was a problem for future Aiden.
“Yes, they will.” He started to let in on his foot, and I seized the opportunity diving at him, getting my lips to his groin.
He gasped, grabbing a handful of my hair. I braced, sure he was going to try and pull me off. But he let me take his tip into my mouth. I took full advantage and bobbed over him, massaging his head with my tongue, smirking to myself.
There was going to be a massive punishment for not listening but again those were future Aiden problems.
I was getting into my rhythm when he yanked me off and to my feet. My scalp burned and it had me more turned on.
“You are insatiable.”
“Yes, I am.”
He glanced around the room, looking for what I didn’t know, but he dragged me to the bed, and my excitement mounted. Was this a reward for my actions? Had he lost his mind? Didn’t he know when you rewarded petulant princes it reinforced their behavior? Well, I wasn’t going to be the one to enlighten him. He’d have to figure it out.
“Take off your pants,” he ordered when he released my hair.
I shoved them down while he bent to grab something. He straightened, holding the beads he’d teased me with the day before. I held out my wrists.
He shook his head. “Put them behind your back.”
I did as he asked, more eager now that I was getting my way.
But he didn’t step around me to bind them there. He took the strand and looped it around my cock and balls. He made loop after loop around my sac and then my cock, forming a kind of cock ring with them before he passed it through my thighs.
Now he was going to bind my hands with it. Hot. But he didn’t, he slid the beads up my split and looped them around my waist, and back around tying them together. He stepped back to admire his work.
“You’re going to wear it until I take it off of you later.”
I stared at him. “With my parents here?”
“You didn’t have a problem fucking with them here. This shouldn’t be an issue under your clothes.”
“It’s going to be visible.”
He laughed and lowered his gaze down my body and back up, eye fucking me like a piece of meat. “I sure hope so.”
My nostrils flared. “Evil bastard.”
“Just realizing this? I told you payback would be a bitch.”
I threw my hands up. “When are you taking it off?”
“Tonight, maybe tomorrow. Depends on how good you are at dinner.”
I clenched my teeth, biting back all the things I wanted to say.
“No jacking off either. You get to save all your cum for me.” The smug expression he wore was unbearable.
“Fine.”
He kissed my cheek. “Good boy. Now go shower. We wouldn’t want to raise suspicion with your parents. I told them I was saying goodbye.”
With that he left, closing the door behind him.
I showered and realized Jensen was the devil and I hated him. Pure visceral hate. I thought about all the ways I was going to stab him as I dressed. How had I ever had a crush on that man? I was grumbling to myself when I walked out to find my parents in a heated whisper at the table.
“Jesus. Are you two getting a divorce?”
“You wish,” my father said.
“I do kinda. Then I would be able to spend Christmas in the Bahamas.” I cut myself another piece of cake which made me hate Jensen more. How the fuck was he such a good baker?
“We aren’t getting a divorce, Aiden.”
“I don’t want to know,” I said.
My father rolled his eyes and I went back to his crossword.
“So cranky before caffeine.” My mother sipped her coffee. “Are you going to tell us why Jensen spent the night, or are we going to keep avoiding the elephant in the room?”
I lifted my gaze, slowly, to meet hers. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” She stared me down like only an evil viper could.
“Setting me up for after he left?” I asked.
“I wasn’t about to make Jensen uncomfortable. He’s such a delightful boy.”
“No, just make your son uncomfortable.”
“Yes, exactly. Now elaborate.”
“How do you know he spent the night?” I picked at my cake.
“As if we haven’t lived in this town for thirty-five years and don’t know what a snowed in Jeep looks like,” my mother said.
“Mmmhmm. That thing hasn’t moved since before the storm,” my father said from behind the paper.