She paced around the two story cabin and tried to enjoy the décor and the solitude. That was one of the reasons she'd picked this place. Her mother had brought her here when she was younger, and she remembered how quiet and peaceful it was. Looking back on it, her mother had probably been thinking about leaving her father and had taken a few days to sort out her issues and look at the grand scheme of her life … or maybe she just wanted her father to think that is what she was doing because years later she was still fussing about her father, but she was still with him.
Lorna heard the key in the front door, and she ran down to meet Aidan. It was hard to believe that it had only been a few hours, but it felt like she could breathe again. She'd wanted to do so many more things with him when he left. She wanted to say things and spend more time with him learning about him and his childhood. What she'd learned growing up with her father was that people you loved could be here today and dead tomorrow. Distancing herself away from her family, even in such small increments, had made her forget the lessons she'd learned as a child. They only came back when she saw Aidan pull away on his motorcycle and thoughts flashed through her mind that she may never see him again.
When she greeted him at the door, his expression looked a little dull, and she wondered what had happened. Before she grilled him about the arrangements they'd made and the exchange of her jewelry, she wanted to show him how much she missed him and how happy she was he'd returned.
"Lorna … " Aidan started, but she cut him off. She didn't know when she'd been this happy to see another person in her whole life.
"We can talk about what happened later, but now I want to tell you what I was thinking about when you were gone." She noticed that he wasn't acting normally, but sometimes when you were around criminals and criminal activity it shut your emotions down. That's what always happened to her, so she just moved forward with what had been on her mind since he'd left.
"I need to tell you what happened in there," he grabbed both of her hands and stared into her face.
"We'll talk afterwards. When you left, I was so terrified that I'd never see you again. I wanted so badly to lay in your arms and have you kiss me. When you left, I wanted to call you back and tell you to just forget about it. Let them search for me. That's crazy right?" She took his keys and threw them on the counter before helping him with his jacket. He seemed like he was just moving along like a robot allowing her to do whatever she wanted with him.
Aidan looked almost pained, and she wanted to take all that away from him. He'd done so much for her and her happiness it would only be proper to help him when he was not as perky as she'd like him to be.
"Can I have you? Is this body mine to play with as I see fit?" She didn't know where these words were coming from, but she liked that there was a small spark in his eye as she said them. Flirting and teasing were her stomping ground, and sometimes she went to it when she was feeling anxious. Working out her stress on Aidan was something she would hopefully be able to do for a good long while.
"You can always have me to play with, but I still think we should talk before getting into anything else. There are some things that I want to say before we do anything else." He put his hand in her hair, and she loved it like she always did. It made her feel like a treasured pet, not that she would admit to anyone that she adored being stroked and loved upon this way.
"Shhhh … " she hushed as she took off his shirt and kissed up his chest. This is what he liked. She liked to be petted, and he liked to be stroked and kissed. Should she be happy that she knew that? Lorna knew that she enjoyed finding out what worked for him, and it was payback because he knew how to hit all her hot buttons.
"Lorna, please," he whispered, and she figured he needed her more than he was willing to admit. She sat him on the couch as she stripped off her clothes slowly, and as each piece fell from her body, she could see that he relaxed just a touch more.
She had on only her pink lace panties, and now that she had him under her spell, she would have to admit that she'd put on this particular pair because she knew he liked them. Walking to the steps, she waited for a second to amp up the anticipation. "Are you coming?"
He inhaled a long deep breath and released it on a sigh, but he got up and followed her up the stairs until she stopped mid stairway and turned around.
"I want you to know what I was thinking when you left. I was sorry that there was no evidence that you'd ever touched my body. No love bites, no hand prints from your taps on my ass or around my wrists when you held my hands above my head … I wanted that. I want to know that you were here and now that you're back, I want you to give that to me." She looked into his eyes and wanted to see more than what she was seeing. He had held her when he thought she'd needed it and how she was going to return the favor.
He stood there looking as dazed as he did when he opened the front door, but there was a little understanding that went with the expression. "You want me to fuck you on the stairs?" He asked with his face scrunched up in a puzzled look.
"I want you to fuck me any and everywhere in this house. I want love bites and hand prints. I don't know if I've ever wanted to be marked. Have the world know that something had changed and there is someone special claiming my body." It felt like she was rambling, and he just looked confused by either what she was saying or how she was acting, but he didn't stop her.
"Turn around." His gruff voice still didn't sound like the man she'd damned near fell in love with, but it was sexy none the less. It was almost like he was a stranger, and that little piece of pretend gave her a bit of a thrill.
"Whatever you say." She turned around and heard his zipper right before the woosh of his jeans heavy with his belt hit the floor.
"Bend over, Lorna."
She did so happily wondering what was in the air that was causing this level of excitement to cause goose bumps on her skin and her hair to raise. He entered her quickly, and she almost climaxed on the spot. She'd been ready since he'd left, but she tried to hold it back so he wouldn't stop so soon. This decadently sexy feeling of being in front of a massive window where they could potentially be seen was one of the items on her sexual bucket list.
The darkness outside made the large window look like her mirrors at home, and she almost felt comforted. She could see Aidan in his power thrusting mode and lost it. Doubling over the rail, her body convulsed and shook with pleasure, but Aidan still went full throttle. She tried to press her back to his chest to make her entrance tighter around the powerful tool that was hammering away at her. He grabbed the back of her hair and moved her head to the side exposing her neck before he ravaged the area with his mouth.
"Yessss!" She screamed as her body tightened up again and the small ripples of pleasure made her push her ass back to Aidan like a wild cat in heat.
He let go of her hair and brought his hand down to squeeze her breast and pull her nipple. This is what she loved about him … his ability to turn her on and bring her to the edge of madness. His grunts got louder and more animalistic. This was a man out of control, and she reveled in this moment. It was like this was what she was after the whole time. He was with her in his passion 1000 percent.
He was silent after his loud climax, and he withdrew from her body. She turned around hoping to see that his face was less intense than it was when they started, but if anything he was worse.
She put her hands on his face and pulled him down for a kiss. Maybe she should have been more receptive to his needs. It was true that she wanted to be sexed up rough and hard, but she'd totally misread his mood, or maybe it was just that she was too focused on herself.
"What's the matter, Aidan?" It was like a cloud had disappeared, and she saw Aidan for how he really was. He wasn't robotic; he was sullen. Something had happened, and she knew he had been trying to tell her something, but she wanted what she wanted first. How selfish and when she had been telling herself she was doing it for him … that made her doubly selfish.
When he looked up at her, she knew he was going to tell her something horrible. She backed up, and she could barely breathe.
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this … " He started talking, but she didn't want to hear it.
Walking up the stairs it seemed like she was in a dream. She didn't want to hear it, but she knew she was going to have to. Maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought it was. She wanted to be the calm intelligent person that she prided herself on, and she did something that her father would do. Walk away from what was the truth? No.