Riding Curves (4 page)

"I'm fond of your fingers, baby girl."
He finished filleting the fish I was working on then grabbed the
pliers and another fish.

Mom released a frustrated puff of air.
"I swear, she's been like that all afternoon! I can't get more than
two words out of her at a time. Would you believe she actually
walked into a wall while you boys were out on the lake?"

I closed my eyes for a few seconds,
too embarrassed to keep them open. "It was the doorframe and just
the edge, mom."

"Baby girl is probably mooning over
some frat boy," Aiden teased as he used the pliers to peel the fish
skin away.

Her eyes on her hands as she filleted
a fish, my mom offered one of those secret smiles of hers that
drive me batshit crazy. "Oh, I'm pretty sure Cece's interests are
closer to home."

I groaned, mortified that they were
talking about me like I wasn't even there when, only a few hours
before, Aiden had me bent over the sink and climaxing harder than I
could have imagined was physically possible.

"What makes you say that?" As if they
were in cahoots with one another, Aiden gave his own soft smile
that my mom, thankfully, did not see.

Mom answered in a very
matter-of-fact tone, as if she had read it in
Cosmo
or
Ladies' Home Journal
, making it
irrefutable. "Young women away at college don't make so many trips
home just to visit their parents."

"So, baby girl…" Aiden stopped peeling
the fish and nailed me with melting brown eyes. "Were you dreaming
of a frat boy or someone closer to home?"

I was fantasizing about him, of
course, and the big jerk knew it. I crinkled my nose at Aiden then
lied. "I was thinking about my car and how I'm getting back to
school."

"Had a signal out on the lake." He
finished skinning and beheading a third fish then picked up the
filleting knife. "So I booked a rental."

"You know I can't drive a rental." I
didn't remind him why. I had six points on my license and I didn't
need or want a fresh lecture from him or my parents.

"Hmm…" Mom's face wrinkled for a
second. "I have an appointment with Doctor McKinley on Monday. I
guess I could cancel."

Doctor McKinley was mom's gynecologist
and I didn't want that conversation to erupt.

"No need, Gale," Aiden interrupted.
"Nothing going on at the shop that requires both bosses to be there
Monday."

"But Daddy--"

Aiden stopped my protest with a curt
shake of his head as a satisfied grin fought to surface across his
handsome features. We all knew my dad was scheduled for knee
surgery in three weeks. The long, roundtrip drive would have been
pure torture for him.

"I'm driving. We'll go back Monday
afternoon." The smile that had been waiting to bust out finally
escaped. His brown eyes glittered dangerously and I felt the slow
crawl of lust along my flesh. "We'll take my bike if you don't want
me to rent a car."

He was being a total tease, not
missing a beat as he cleaned the fish. Whereas I had been so
distracted thinking about him I could have lost a finger. My only
defense was to be a brat.

"That's not going to work. I still
have to go to the parts shop and--"

"No, you don't. I'll take care of it
Tuesday." He cut another glance my way, his dark gaze sparkling
like the lake outside.

"They see a girl walk in who doesn't
know how to change her own oil..." He cleared his throat and I
could hear the innuendo bubbling inside him before he continued.
"Well, baby girl, they'll just bend you over."

Remembering how Aiden had bent me over
just few hours before, a flush heated my skin. He knew how easily I
colored but apparently didn't care how easily mom could read me. He
was about to get us both busted because I have never been able to
fumble my way through a lie when my she directly questions
me.

Before that could happen, I quickly
headed for the back door. "I'm going to get wood for tonight's
fire."

The last thing I heard as the door
shut was my beloved mother gently teasing.

"Don't run into any trees,
sweetie."

********************

Twenty minutes later I was in the
woods, leaning over the trundle cart, when two strong hands ran
over my hips. I straightened. Arms circled my waist, the familiar
hands moving to cup my breasts while warm lips pressed against my
neck.

Melting into Aiden's embrace, I
sighed. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Helping."

A moan gurgled up my throat. "Not
really."

I turned to face him and wrapped my
arms around his neck. That was something I had imagined doing a
thousand times over but never thought possible. Pure bliss filled
me and I was certain I would float away without his arms securing
me.

His palm against the small of my back,
Aiden drew me closer. He cupped my head, his mouth angling down to
kiss me. The kiss started with a slow lick across my bottom lip.
Stopping in the center, he moved up, his tongue slipping between my
top lip and teeth. He drew the lip in, sucking on it a few seconds
before his tongue probed deeper.

Breaking the kiss, he took me by the
arm and walked me over to a tall stump a few feet away. The gentle
pressure of his hands on my shoulders forced me to sit. He sank to
his knees on the ground. Wrapping his arms around me, he tugged me
to the edge of the stump and slowly feasted on my neck as he
kneaded my flesh.

My legs circled his waist. Pressing
tighter to him, I wished that we were naked and his cock was buried
inside me. Squirming against his shaft, I felt how hard and ready
he was and I ached all the more from the realization.

His teeth grazed the underside of my
chin before he found and kissed the nearby hollow. "Damn, little
girl, I want to take you right now."

"Why don't you?" I flexed my thighs,
challenging him with the question and begging him with my
body.

"Because I want to take my time doing
it." Leaning back, he drew my shirt up to expose my bra. "I
want..."

Aiden ceased talking. His big hands
dug softly into the cups of my bra to release my breasts. Rumbles
and growls vibrated across my skin as his lips brushed against me.
He inhaled the scent of my flesh, his eyes closing as his mouth
tracked toward one puckered nipple. Reaching the swollen point, he
licked a circle before he lipped the tip.

Groaning, I arched against him. He
latched on at the sound, sucking and teething the nipple as his
hand squeezed and pinched at my other breast. I cradled his head,
my ass moving in tight circles atop the stump as I pumped my mound
against his erection.

Stopping, he purred roughly and
dropped one hand between my thighs. He unsnapped the button on my
jeans then traced the seam along the crotch. "Baby, you should be
in your bathing suit by now."

I couldn't contain the twitch of
self-consciousness that jerked my shoulders back. Aiden was right.
Any other weekend at the lake, I would have been in my bathing suit
already. But on that day, Aiden no longer was the close family
friend who drove my wet dreams. He had done things to me, things I
wanted him to repeat. Seeing my ample flesh in the one piece I
brought would have killed any man's erection.

Sighing, he shook his head at me.
"You've never hidden your body from me, baby. You're not going to
start now."

I wrinkled my nose at him,
communicating that I didn't like having my mind read. Then I made a
little gesture at my chest. "I'm hardly hiding."

He grabbed my breasts with both hands,
using them to pull me flush against him. His eyes drifted shut then
he placed his cheek against mine and nibbled at my ear. "It's an
access issue, baby."

"If you wanted access, my panties and
jeans would be off," I snorted, my Fattitude rising to poke at him.
"I'm starting to think you're all talk and no cock, Aiden
Perry."

Laughter rumbled through his chest and
he gave my nipple a hard tweak. His hand snaked between our bodies
and I heard the snap of his jeans then the slide of his zipper. He
kissed the side of my face, close to the corner of my mouth as if
purposefully taunting me.

"Sure about that, little
girl?"

I turned my head, my mouth searching
for his as my fingers skimmed down his waist to the top of his
jeans. His erection topped the line of his cotton briefs, the whole
head with its fat arrow tip free and smooth to the touch. I licked
my lips, wanting my first taste of him.

A throaty sigh left him and he stopped
evading my mouth. His tongue slipped past my lips as his fingers
dug into my arms. I eased my hand into his underwear to gently
stroke at the shaft. He was longer than my hand by a good three
inches and as wide as three fingers.

Need gripped me -- gripped and
squeezed my pussy, my chest, my stomach. Gripped and throttled
until I trembled like a leaf in a strong breeze.

"Why are…we waiting?" A moan broke the
question in half and I finished with a mewling whisper.

His kisses turned into small, hungry
bites and I sensed that he desired me every bit as badly as I crave
him.

"Because I want to slowly drive you
crazy." Squeezing my breast, he launched a fresh attack against my
throat. "I want to tie you down and fuck you softly before I fuck
you rough. I want to take you loving before I am merciless. I want
you so thoroughly used and exhausted, you won't give those boys
back at school so much as a smile. You'll shut them out completely
because you can't wait to get back to my bed."

"I already do." Frustrated, pussy
throbbing, I was close to tears. I squeezed at his shaft, trying to
goad him into action. "I haven't--"

Aiden stopped mid-kiss to look at my
face. One dark brow arched and his mouth went all serious. He shook
his head slowly, nostrils flaring. The tanned skin paled, telling
me I had said too much.

"You don't mean..." He took a deep
breath as his pupils dilated. "You can't be..."

The question died on his lips. I
understood him well enough to know that he was thinking about what
he did in the kitchen -- the animalistic passion, the way he
claimed my flesh after I tightened my anxious virgin pussy to bar
his admittance. His actions were fueled by the misconception that I
had at least a little experience under my belt.

Now he knew differently. Outside of my
own fingers, I had only that afternoon with Aiden.

"Cece, you're pulling my leg." There
was no conviction in his face or his tone. Far from it -- he looked
like he had just stepped on a newborn kitten.

Suddenly, I felt like I was back in
high school, not college. I didn't know a single woman my age who
would or could have admitted to being a virgin. I didn't want to
admit it either, but I did. "I haven't...no one has touched me
like..."

I blushed and looked away. Ten feet
from us, a robin was building its nest, oblivious to the way my
heart thundered inside my chest. I was terrified Aiden would walk
away.

"Kevin--"

Still refusing to look at him, I shook
my head. Kevin lost his virginity in the back seat of my sedan, but
he lost it to a boy. I had waited on a park bench thirty feet away,
sitting oh-so-carefully so I wouldn't get the hem of my prom dress
dirty. But it wasn't my place to tell Aiden that I spent the last
two years of high school shielding a friend who didn't want his
parents to know he was gay.

I almost cried from those memories.
Kevin had been considered a real catch. The only thing I caught was
hell. Hell from the girls at school who couldn't figure out what he
saw in me, hell from the boys who thought I must have been hiding
something really good up my plus-size skirt. Most of all, I had
faced the withering scorn of his mother who couldn't understand why
her precious, gorgeous quarterback son was dating that "disgusting
whale, Cece Harpoon" as she so inelegantly phrased it.

I swiped at a stray tear, my voice
trembling. "We've always been just friends."

"College?"

I tilted my chin at an
obstinate angle. "You might be blind to my..." I stopped
before
fat
could
leave my mouth. "Faults, but the men at the
university--"

He growled, the sound a wave of
protective heat rolling over me.

"Those are boys, not men."
He spat the words out like he was scraping shit off the sole of his
boot. "Men don't need
Vogue
to tell them what's sexy. They feel it in their
balls and their heart."

He cradled the side of my face so that
my gaze met his.

"Baby, looking at you not only makes
my heart happy." His hips pushed forward and I felt the rigid bulge
of his cock pressing against me as another growl rumbled from him.
"It makes my dick hard."

My hips flexed in response and I
whimpered.

"Fuck, Cece." His hands gripped me
roughly. He blinked, his eyes staying shut a full heart beat or
more. When he opened them, he caught his bottom lip between his
teeth and studied me. "You should have told me, little
girl."