Page 21 of Aidan (The Doherty Mafia)
“I couldn’t sleep on the floor forever.”
Leah walked over to the bar in the corner of the living room. I watched her pour another whiskey in the glass.
“Sorry, these days I need something stiff to keep me going,” she said.
She cradled the drink and didn’t knock it back immediately.
“You make a lot of new friends in this new town?” I asked.
Leah shrugged.
“Not really. I keep to myself. I have a few people I talk to at the nursing home, but that’s about it. You were the only person I really partied with anyway.”
She came towards me and I couldn’t take my eyes off her, or the way she moved. I kept picturing her naked. How had her body changed in those five years? She was more woman now than a girl, and I needed to touch the softness of her skin.
“What about you, Aidan? Have you made new friends?”
“I don’t need them.”
“You have your brothers.”
I didn’t reply.
She circled around me slowly, her eyes flitting from one corner of the room to the other. She took it all in—all the changes.
“Have there been others?” she finally asked.
I stared into her eyes, forcing her to say the actual words. I wanted to hear it.
“Other serious relationships,” she added.
“You’re saying what we had was a serious relationship?”
Leah arched her eyebrows up.
“By definition, you don’t break off a serious relationship by casually leaving town,” I continued.
She took in a deep breath, shook her head and looked away.
“I really thought we were past that, Aidan. When are you going to stop vilifying me for what happened five years ago?”
“Probably never,” I replied.
Leah drank the rest of the whiskey, then set the glass down on the table beside her.
“Then it’s probably time for me to leave. We’re just going around in circles. I’m tired of having the same conversation over and over again.”
I waited until she’d walked to the living room door before I stopped her.
“Then why don’t we just stop talking.”
I met her halfway. I grabbed Leah as she came rushing back towards me.
We both wanted the same thing.
I pulled her into my arms and she sank into me. My mouth met hers. I thrust my tongue in to taste her. She tasted of whiskey and sweetness. I loved that about her. I always did—how she always reminded me how good she was. Even when I fucked her.
I pulled down the straps of her dress, taking possession of her mouth. She thrust her hips into me. My hands were on her ass, squeezing and caressing them. She had more curves now than she did when she was eighteen.
Her body had filled out just the way I liked it. Even her tits looked bigger.
I unhooked her bra, and her tits came swinging out of them like a flag. I grabbed one with one hand, pulling it up to my mouth so I could suck on her pink squishy nipple.
She tasted delicious, just like she had before. I squeezed her other tit, pinching and tugging at the nipple until she moaned and sighed with pleasure.
Her hands were all over me too, working on my belt, then my zipper. She pushed down my pants, then grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her.
My cock—thick and hard—dug into her soft belly. She knew how hard I was. I needed to be inside her. I needed to explode inside her.
But not so quick.
I wanted to give her a taste of exactly what she missed for the past five years.
I pulled away from the kiss with a smack. She gasped for air, following me hungrily with her eyes.
I took off her dress and commanded her to take off her panties too.
Leah stared at me with her mouth hanging open as she stepped out of her panties.
She was naked now. Every inch of her milky smooth skin was on display. Her bright red hair lay on her shoulders. Her freckles looked even more prominent in the yellow light of my living room.
“Aidan, I’m very sorry for disappearing on you,” she murmured.
I wished she hadn’t said that, because all of a sudden, I was reminded of how mad I was at her.
I didn’t want to be gentle with her anymore.
I grabbed her by her hips and shoved her down to the floor. She cried out when she fell, but then she bit down on her lip and opened up her legs.
I saw her juicy pussy, dripping with her cream as she started touching herself.
Good.
She didn’t want me to be gentle either.
Twelve
Leah
Aidan went down on me while I was on the floor with my legs open, inviting him to do whatever he wanted to me.
I wasn’t thinking anymore. I wasn’t thinking about what I would do next. If I would get any information for Aldo or not. If Aidan would eventually hurt me or not either.
