A Matter of Time 07 - Parting Shot (MM) (5 page)

I murmured some form of yes before his lips sealed over mine.

Even compared to what I’d felt with Nate, my ex—who I thought I’d loved almost desperately—it was
more
with Aaron Sutter. I didn’t have that overwhelming feeling he had one foot out the door. I didn’t feel like the man in front of me would one day just be gone, which was weird since, by rights, he wasn’t even mine.

His tongue pressed for entrance, sliding over the seam of my lips, and I opened for him as he fell forward into me.

I was lost in the feel of him: the heat from his body, his groin grinding against mine through the towel, his hands on my hips, working it open.

My shiver was uncontrollable, and he pulled back, breaking the kiss in response. “I’m not slumming,” he panted as he stared into my eyes. The next moment, he succeeded in opening my towel before he dropped to his knees.

My cock strained toward him, and when he touched his tongue there to taste the slit, a deep, guttural moan came up out of me.

“Most people—” He paused to take hold of me and lick a long, wet line from balls to crown, flattening his tongue as he did it before pulling back to continue. “—bore me to tears. I have a hard time caring, even being interested, because I’ve seen so much, been indulged my whole life, and now can have whatever I want.”

My breath got short as he leaned back in and sucked the crown inside his hot mouth. Watching him go at it—lips clamped around my cock, head bobbing with the motion, the suction and the swirl thing he did—I had to stop him after only minutes so I wouldn’t come.

His smile was wicked as he lifted his eyes to me. “You don’t bore me.”

“That’s good,” I said, my voice strained as I leaned back against the free-standing sink, no cabinets underneath, just the counter it was on.

“It is good,” he agreed and then deep throated me in a smooth motion, the man’s gag reflex nonexistent.

The way his throat opened around me, his hands clenching my ass, made it impossible for me not to drive deeper. When I hit the back, he sucked, swallowed, and I carded my fingers through his hair and grabbed hold.

I pushed him off me and then yanked him back, fucking his mouth, making him take all of me over and over, as his fingers massaged my ass, spreading my cheeks. It felt so good, and I realized I wanted him inside me more than I wanted to dump into his mouth. Shoving him off, I saw the longing on his face for a second before I hauled him to his feet.

“Duncan—”

“No,” I cut him off, turning to face the sink, hands splayed on the cold marble, bracing my legs apart, and letting my head fall forward.

His hands were instantly on my hips, and I felt his mouth between my shoulder blades. “I never bottomed before that night with you,” he said, kissing down my spine. “And it was so good riding you, I was… I’ve never come like that.” He pressed more kisses to the small of my back, and then his tongue touched the top of my crease.

Instinctively, I pushed back, and he was on his knees again, hands parting my cheeks as his tongue slid over my puckered hole. He laved my entrance, spearing the tip inside me just for a moment before speaking again. “But Duncan,” he said gruffly, “I can’t get the idea of fucking you out of my head.”

I shivered. “Where’s your lube and condoms?”

“There. Right drawer.”

“Your hotel bathroom comes stocked with supplies?”

“No. I called ahead and had it put there once you said you’d meet me.”

“Me,” I choked out, “or any—”

“You,” he growled and bit my right cheek. I yelped and laughed, and he rose and smacked the other cheek before yanking open the drawer and snatching the unopened tube and a condom. “I don’t…,” he began, and I could hear the snap of the cover. “I would never have just anyone with me, in bed, to sleep with. Do you understand that?”

I gripped the edge of counter for balance and looked at him in the mirror. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?” he checked, voice muffled by the condom I could see dangling from between his teeth as he slid one lube-slicked finger into my ass.

“Aaron,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering shut before my head fell back on my shoulders. “Don’t do all the prep and… just get the glove on and fuck me.”

“We need to go slow,” he rasped, and I heard the tearing of the foil wrapper.

“No.”

“I refuse to hurt you,” he said, pulling out and pushing back in, deeper, stroking his fingertip over my gland, making me buck against the counter.

“Nobody ever topped except—” I gasped. “—one.”

“Your ex, I know,” he soothed me. “I know your submission is a gift.”

I bent over, wanting him almost painfully. “Please.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised before the head of his cock opened me wide. He pressed inside, the lube easing the breach and the stretch, my muscles clenching around him as he shoved deep.

“Jesus, Duncan, you’re so tight,” he whispered, stroking down my flanks, kissing over my shoulders, leaning with me, giving my body time to adjust to the intrusion.

The pressure inside, the way he filled me, the slight retreat before the rough thrust home, all of it was welcome. I wanted him there.

“I have to move.”

“Yeah, do that.”

He eased out and slammed back into me.

I moaned his name.

“This fucking condom,” he growled. “I hate it.”

“Take it off,” I snarled back. “You checked me out. I know you’re good. Get rid of it.”

He was gone and then back, plunging inside me, and I could feel the difference, the drag and catch of skin even as I felt his hands tight on my ass.

“I’m gonna come watching my dick slide in and out of your hole,” he said, and his voice was low and full of gravel. “And I’m not gonna pull out and come on your back. I’m coming in your ass. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Say yes.”

“Yes,” I rasped.

And there was no more talking, just him, with his hands on my hips to hold me still as he pounded into me as hard and as fast as he could. I grabbed my dick and pumped, my head lolling back as I came on the counter.

I squeezed him all at once, my muscles clamping tight, and he fucked me through my aftershocks and his orgasm. When silky wet heat filled my channel, I gasped at the long-forgotten sensation.

“Promise I can do it again, whenever I want?”

“Yes. Whenever you want.”

“Nobody else,” he said with a catch in his voice. “It’s not safe.”

“That’s not the reason.” I looked at him over my shoulder.

“No,” he agreed, and I saw the shudder. “I don’t want you to see anyone else but me.”

“Then I won’t. And you don’t either.”

“I promise,” he whispered and then collapsed across my back.

Because I could, because I was big and strong, even as hurt as I still was, I held us both up. The gush of fluid when he eased free was a reminder of what I had allowed, and he moved quickly to turn the shower on.

“Come here; let me take care of you.”

I was in and out quickly; he was speedy with the mesh sponge and the removable showerhead, and much more careful of my stitches than I was. Once I was in bed, I was given a couple of Tylenol, directed to drink the glass of water, and then I was on my side in the dark, the lights of the city the only illumination in the vast room.

“You can watch TV,” I said as he spooned against my back, his groin pressed to my crease, face in my hair, bicep tucked under my cheek, and his hand on my chest. “It won’t bother me.”

“No, I want to sleep with you, Duncan. I’ve been waiting.”

I grunted as my eyes fluttered closed and he settled around me.

“I have,” he insisted.

“I’m glad,” I assured him. “Kiss me goodnight.”

“Turn your head so I can.”

I leaned back and he lifted up. The kiss was sweet, just a brush of lips, but somehow very intimate.

“Go to sleep, baby.”

And I did, safe in his arms.

I
WOKE
to the sound of swearing.

“I’ll leave already,” I called out as I rolled over on my back, groggy with sleep. It was a gray, overcast day, but I had slept in, so it was already good. “Don’t be mad.”

“Shut up!” he yelled from the bathroom.

I yawned and stretched, and when he came striding out of the bathroom dressed for— I wasn’t sure, I couldn’t keep from grinning.

He gave me a dismissive wave. “Just don’t say anything.”

“You look hot,” I said, sitting up and scrubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands before taking in the sight of him again. “Where ya goin’?”

He put on the helmet he carried under his arm. “To a charity polo match.”

“That sounds like fun,” I joked. “So I’ll just hang out here ’til you—”

“You wouldn’t want to come with me, would you?”

The way he asked, nonchalantly like it didn’t matter one way or the other, was completely betrayed by the way he chewed the inside his left cheek. Like I wasn’t a police detective, trained to look at the whole person, or as though details were ever lost on me.

“I’d like to,” I replied sincerely. “But who would I be?”

“What are you talking about?”

I fixed him with a stare. “I mean, am I your bodyguard, a friend? Who am I?”

He walked to the window, stood there, and crossed his arms.

“I’m not tryin’ to be a dick,” I said honestly. “I just need to know.”

He made a noise of understanding, a hum and a sort of grunt.

“Either way, I can’t touch you so—”

“I got it,” he cut me off.

We were quiet, and in the silence, the buzz of his cell phone was loud.

He stalked across the room to it and checked the display. Anger flared across his beautiful features as he took the helmet off and tucked it under his arm before answering. “Yes,” he said sharply into the phone, and I was surprised that whoever was on the other end was on speaker.

“You can’t hide forever, Aaron,” the man barked. “And the board is convening in a week to hear the charges.”

“All right.”

“You’re awfully cavalier.”

“How would you have me be?”

“I’d prefer that the rumors were true,” the man on the other end snarled at Aaron. “That you’re a womanizer and not a sodomite.”

“Anything else?”

“You will be charged with moral turpitude.”

“So you’ve said.”

“You will be removed, and I will be reinstated!”

“Think what you will.”

“You should be worried. When you’re out, I’ll take everything, and you’ll be on the street, where men like you belong.”

“Men like me,” Aaron scoffed. “Whatever. It’s not going to happen like that.”

“I think you underestimate your own board. Your dalliances undermine the credibility of this company and will no longer reflect poorly on Sutter.”

“I assume I’ll get a memo of the date and time of this witch hunt?”

“But here’s the thing,” the man sighed. “This time it’s not a witch hunt. This time we have proof.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Jaden Cobb.”

“What about him?”

“He lived with you, and you put him through cooking school after you two broke up.”

Aaron sighed. “And you sent someone who scared the crap out of him? You told him things like he’d be responsible for repaying his loan to me with interest or some crap?”

“We did what had to be done.”

“That’s a yes.” He was matter-of-fact.

“Aaron—”

“I wish he’d called me first but… what’s done is done.”

“You have no idea how much trouble you’re in, do you?”

“It’s you who’s confused. You’re playing with fire.”

“Aaron—”

His eyes lifted to me. “I’m done hiding from you.”

“Son,” he began, and you could have knocked me over with a feather. “I—”

“Stop,” Aaron ordered him, and I was even more stunned to see he smiled.

I probably looked like a fish out of water, gulping stupidly.

“I’ll see you at my trial,” he said and hung up.

“That was your father?”

He was delighted with me, with my reaction; it was all over his face. The sparkling turquoise eyes, the curl of his lip: I had done something he liked.

“What’s going on?”

“He’s going to have me removed from my position as CEO of Sutter so he can take back the position I took from him five years ago.”

“Your father used to be the CEO?”

“Right.”

“But you booted him.”

He waggled his head. “Yes.”

“No wonder he’s pissed.”

“He’s pissed because I had the board remove him based on job performance. I’m a better CEO, I’m the better businessman, and I’m the better leader. He would have ruined the company with his continual poor choices; we were well on our way.”

“Until you took over.”

“Yes. Since I’ve been in charge, we’ve had continual growth, a better market share, and business was up 27 percent last year over the previous one, even in this economy.”

“Thanks for your résumé.”

His smile was instant and blinding, and he crossed the room, tossed the helmet onto a chair, and then bent down over me.

“So,” I teased, “will you keep that outfit on when we get back here?”

“I’m not going,” he murmured. “My brother’s going; he can be the Sutter everyone takes pictures of.”