After Cameron died, he poured himself into this project. Maybe that’s why I like working with horses so much—they keep me busy. I haven’t been to see Mickey all week, and I miss it.
“Devyn?” I look up. Aaron is completely naked. He didn’t waste any time.
I’m sitting on his bed, his penis at eye level. My mouth waters—actually waters. “Where’d you go?” he asks, pulling my shirt off over my head.
“I was thinking about this cabin.”
He averts his eyes from my breasts and studies the far wall. “It wouldn’t be too hard to open it up, add another room or two.”
I grip his erection. “Do you want to talk about your cabin, or do you want to have sex with me?”
He inhales sharply at my touch. “This time, I’ll take door number two.”
“Thank God, because you almost made me come in the car.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “But I barely even touched you.” He glances at my stomach. “I think I’m going to like this.”
“Like what?”
He chuckles and pushes me down on the bed. “I’m going to try something.”
He leans down and takes my nipple in his mouth. Sensations shoot through me right to my center. He might as well be touching my clit. His tongue flicks. His lips suck. His teeth rake. Oooooh. His mouth devours one nipple as his fingers fondle the other. I’m well aware I’m bucking under him like the devil in heat, but it feels so good. I almost push him away when it gets to be too much, but then I convulse and shudder, shake, moan, and shout. It lasts forever, and he doesn’t ease up until I’m still.
“Hooollllly shit, Dev. That was fucking fantastic.”
I pull a pillow over my face, hiding my embarrassment. “I didn’t even know it could happen that way,” I say, words muffled.
He removes the pillow. “I guess I’m just that good.”
I pick up the pillow and hit him with it. “Shut up if you want your turn.”
He leans back, erection at full attention, and laces his fingers behind his head. “Consider me mute.”
I wrap my hand around him, and he lets out an audible sigh. I pump him softly, then harder. I find the penis utterly amazing. The skin is baby soft, but underneath that is a hard steel rod. I’ve never been this up close and personal. Usually, we’re on the roof in the dark. I take the opportunity to study it. He raises a brow. I know what he’s thinking. Like what you see? But he won’t say it because I might stop.
When I’m done exploring and admiring, I take him in my mouth. He murmurs my name. His hands weave through my hair. He tries to reach every part of me, like he can’t help but want more. It’s a heady feeling, knowing I have this kind of effect on him. I’m not even sure I’m any good at this, but you wouldn’t be able to guess it based on the way he moves under me.
He reaches around to find my clit. “God, Devyn, you’re so wet.”
Hearing him say it turns me on even more. I had an orgasm not five minutes ago, but I’m already building and nearing the edge. He slides fingers inside me and swirls them around. He pumps them in and out. He crooks them and finds a spot that makes me stiffen and mewl.
“Get on top of me,” he says.
It’s a command I fully intend to follow. My mouth releases him with a pop. I reach for a condom, then remember it’s a moot point. Then again, with his past, I hold it up. “Do we need this?”
“I got tested. I’m good.” He takes the package and flings it across the room.
I climb over him and slide onto him with incredible ease. He holds my hips as he pumps up into me. “Shit, that feels good,” he says.
I watch him closely to see what he does. Will he touch my stomach and break the spell? Will he go easy because he thinks he might hurt something? But neither of those things happen. He pumps hard, then works my clit and nipples. He sends me through cycle after cycle of building and waning. Any second, I’m going to yell at him to let me come. I press my lips together at the intensity.
“I’m going to come, Dev.”
That’s all I need. Those five words in his low, sexy voice send me over the edge. I grab the headboard and ride him through my orgasm, not caring who or what hears me yell at the ceiling.
I collapse on him. We’re sweaty and breathing heavily. When I move, and he slips out of me, embarrassing noises ensue as air and fluid escape me. I roll off next to him, pulling the pillow over my head again. He climbs on top of me and pitches the pillow on the floor so I can’t reach it. He traps my hands over my head and leans down to kiss me. Before our lips touch, he declares, “Watching you come has got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
I smile as his lips capture mine.
I wake up and catch Aaron staring at me. It’s almost dark outside. “Did I fall asleep?”
“You’ve been out for about an hour. Guess two spectacular orgasms took it out of you.” He winks and snuggles into me.
I think about meeting the Marshalls today. I know what he was trying to do. “You get that it’s different, don’t you? Kasey was my sister. My parents hate me. Even before it happened, they were indifferent.”
“Could be enough time has passed that they might feel differently.”
“I doubt it. I saw my mother on the street after I got out of jail.”
“You did?”
“You know I went by my old house. What I didn’t tell you is that I went by the salon where she gets her hair done. I knew she wouldn’t have switched unless they moved far away. I went every day for two weeks until she showed up. You know what she did when she saw me? Nothing. Her steps faltered, she stopped and stared, then she went about her day as if I were merely a stranger. That is not someone who is eager to see me.”
“If you ever want to go, I’ll go with you. I’ll do anything for you, Devyn.”
I lay my head on his chest. Almost anything, I want to say.
“Tell me about jail,” he says.
“It’s kind of like high school, but without cellphones.”
“Really?”
“No.”
His chest heaves up and down. “What was it like?”
“It wasn’t like the movies, if that’s what you’re asking. It’s not like women go around shanking other women with filed-down plastic spoons. But you did have to watch your back, because some of them were always up for a fight if you even looked at them funny. I was lucky. Some of the older women took me under their wings and showed me the ropes. They didn’t expect anything in return, like others would have.”
“Were you scared?”
I nod. He leans down and kisses my hair. “My main problem was lack of money. Most people had someone on the outside deposit money into their inmate account. I came in with a few hundred dollars. After I bought a fan and some essentials, it was soon gone.”
“What did you do?”
“Used state-issued shampoo and bar soap. Just like on the outside, there is a caste system. Rich and poor. Strong and weak. I was definitely one of the poorest and weakest. I learned to work the system, though. They gave sedatives to unruly inmates, so I became one, and then I pretended to take the pill without taking it. They became my currency. People would trade almost anything for downers.”