"I gave you a chance to be on top baby, but you lost out. I need to fuck you, and I can't wait." He brought her up and slammed her down on his cock making them both make needy noises. "Fuck, you feel good."
Watching her face had always been a top priority but now he couldn't think of anything but his throbbing dick. It felt like it had a mind of its own, and it wanted to be relieved. Gripping her ass and using it as handles as he worked her up and down his shaft like one of those Pocket Pussy's he'd seen when he was in Sal's Adult Mart had him huffing and puffing like the fox in that children's story.
He'd never understood why people yell out incoherent and unintelligible things in the heat of passion but he found the answer right then. They couldn't help it. He tried to hold back the stream of nonsensical bullshit that was escaping from him as the jets of fluid pulsed out of his cock, but it just was unstoppable. When it was over he was overwhelmed. He heard Lorna turning the corner on her second climax and was glad to know that she'd gotten off as well because while that was always his priority, just then he'd pretty much forgotten all about it and was totally on the selfish train.
"That was fantastic," Lorna said sounding amazed.
"What? The fact that I was so wrapped up in your body that I almost forgot to take care of you? I'm glad you found your pleasure in that, but being a good lover means you come first."
"I did come first. You pleasured me before I even started with you. I'm saying that was fantastic because you let go this time. I could tell you were caught up in it, like I always am. That's a great feeling to have your lover so into your body and how you're making them feel. Isn't it? I wouldn't know that feeling from you, until today. So I'm saying that I loved it. It wasn't about being selfish watching the pleasure take over your face and the words tripping out of your mouth was sexy and powerful." She hugged him. "Thanks."
He watched her climb off of him like she was a cowgirl and he realized they'd not used a condom. There wasn't a time in his life that he'd had sex without one. Just watching her get off him and feeling the warm juices from both of their bodies mixing was sexier than he realized it would be. She strolled to the bathroom to get cloths to clean them up, and he stood up to walk in the bathroom with her.
She looked happy and flushed prettily when he met her in there.
"This is for you," she said handing him a warm towel.
They both looked at each other as they cleaned off, but the problems that had led them to this cheap hotel were now filling the silence in the room. The sex had eased their bodies, but if the look on her face was any indication of her thoughts then both of their minds seemed to be running everywhere.
He set his cloth down and so did she before they returned to the bed. Laying down, he patted the bed like she always did when she wanted him to snuggle with her.
She was only still for a few minutes before she sighed deeply. "I guess we should talk about what happened."
"Okay." He didn't know what had happened, but since she'd come to him ready for release, she couldn't know the reason that had brought him to town.
"I think my father is going to try to kill you, and it's my fault." Her eyes watered, and she tried to hold them back. He knew she wasn't a crier, so he knew this was big for her.
"Just tell me what happened." His mind whirled trying to figure all this out, and he was thinking of plans but without all the information it was useless.
"I went to dinner with my family like I told you I do every month, but before I could even get settled I was called to my father's office. Lucca and my uncle were there but there were also a lot of other men there. Some I knew only by sight, and others I didn't know at all. My family knows that I don't like the crime portion of their activities, so I usually am nowhere around meetings and things like this, but tonight was different."
Aidan wished he'd brought some alcohol along with him or that this was a better establishment that served drinks because he could see that this story was hard on Lorna and what he'd found was that there were times when a good, hard drink could help. Since he didn't have that, he went for rubbing her back to soothe and comfort her.
"Keep going. I'm right here." He didn't know what else to say, but he wanted to get to the bottom of her text and why they were here tonight.
"It was like I was a criminal. I was seated in the middle of the room and then all these accusations came. I know it's because my father found out I was entertaining a man in my house." She looked over at him, and he was glad to see her eyes had cleared up. There was more anger in them then sadness. "It was hard moving out because my Papa likes to have control of everyone and everything around him. Some of it is my fault because I take the money and the comfort that comes with the money, but that money has strings."
"You've grown up that way. No one blames you for that."
"But now he's trying to kill you. He said you were using me to get to Lucca and had been sent here to kill my favorite cousin. I know he likes to keep everyone in line, and he's not above using deception to do it, but that's just going a bit too far." She glanced over, and he could barely meet her eyes. "Isn't that crazy?"
"I'm sure it seems crazy." Aidan had come to the place where the rubber meets the road, and he had to make a choice. Like he made a choice to keep being with Lorna even though he'd come here to kill, who he now knew, was her cousin, he was going to have to figure out if he tells her and they work through this or he does his job and leaves.
He untangled himself from her arms and sat up on the side of the bed.
"Lorna, I have to tell you something, and you're not going to like it."
The gasp he heard behind him was awful to hear and made him feel like the devil his foster families had told him he was. There was a time when it felt good to be bad. So many people had done him wrong from the moment he'd taken his first breath and doing dirty things made him feel like he was lashing out at a world that had forgotten him or lashed out at him depending on what it wanted to do that day. Not today though. The way he'd behaved and left out pieces of his story was horrible because he'd gotten to know one of the kindest people he'd ever come into contact with, and he was going to shit on her the way life had a way of shitting on him. The only things was he deserved it, and she didn't.
"Please don't tell me my father was right. There are so many things he's been wrong about, and I've felt justified in doing all the things I did this evening because I believed I was right."
He didn't even want to look at her because he knew there would be disappointment in her eyes. The fact that he didn't say anything should have told her the truth that she didn't want to be true, but knowing her as he did she knew, she would want to hear it from his mouth. She moved off the bed and came around to sit next to him.
"My name is Aidan Barnes, and I'm with a mercenary biker group from Idaho called the Devil's Stepbrothers. I've never really told anyone my whole story because I'm a nobody from nowhere, and any story I make up is better than the truth. That's what I've always thought anyway. I shared some of my history with you because you seemed to recognize the desire to be someone else, but I'm sharing my truth with you now because you saved my life."
"You were really here to kill Lucca?" She wanted to hear the words, and he couldn't blame her. She'd given up a lot in the last few hours, and she deserved to hear it all.
"Yes. I knew you had some information about him and you were the way to get to him, but I didn't know you were related. I thought you were an ex-girlfriend or something, and I had no idea you were the big boss's daughter."
"So you did use me to get to Lucca?" Her voice sounded so small, and for once in his life, he was ashamed about what he had been planning to do, but this was his job. "How many other people have you killed? How many other lives have you destroyed? When you take someone away like that, it's not that person you punish but the people left behind wondering what happened. Those people put up signs and look for clues to find the loved ones you so easily discard."
He hadn't really thought about the other people who were affected. Aidan didn't have any family or anyone who'd care if he never returned from any mission, so it was difficult to see her point of view, but he thought about what happened tonight. What if something would have happened to Lorna, and he didn't know about it? He'd have spent a lot of time, money, and energy attempting to retrace the steps she took and knowing the people who she'd been with it would have been for nothing. They didn't leave traces unless they wanted to, and if he were going to kill his own daughter in his own home, Aidan would bet there would be nothing of her left. That thought chilled him.