Page 43 of Trusting You
“Mom has always been really good with kids. You don’t have anything to worry about,” he nudged me. “Ready for that walk?”
“Sure,” I glanced over at Brook one last time before following Aaron outside. I don’t think he even cared that I was leaving him there.
Once we were outside, Aaron led me over the dunes and down to where the shallow water was lapping at our feet. I’d taken my flip flops off and was swinging them in one hand while using my other hand to hold Aaron’s. The sun was just touching the water, and the sky was glowing a beautiful shade of orange.
“This is my favorite time of day,” Aaron mused, breaking the silence between us.
“Mine is the predawn hours of the day,” I stared out at where a gull was skipping along on the sand. “When Brook was a baby he didn’t sleep much. He woke up every morning around three. At first I hated it, but the more I got up with him, the more I found it peaceful. No one else was awake, and the house was always quiet. I’d use that time to bond with him. Right when he started sleeping through the night, I went off to school. I miss those mornings so much that I find myself getting up early and watching the sunrise.”
“We can watch the sunrise if you want,” Aaron stopped us and turned so we were facing the water. “I can’t say that we’ll be waking up though. I may just keep you up all night,” his lips turned up in a grin as he stared at me.
“What about graduation tomorrow? And your party?” my eyes went wide as I thought about being the cause of him missing this important event.
“I’ll live,” he shrugged.
“Aaron!” I gasped.
“What? If you think I wouldn’t give all that up to spend the entire night with you, you’re crazy. Besides, it’s a fake piece of paper that they give you. The real one comes in the mail later.”
“I will not be the reason you miss this,” I pouted. “I came all this way. I want to see you walk across that stage tomorrow.”
“Fine, but we’re still spending all night together,” he scoffed.
“But,” before I could say anything else, he pressed his lips to mine, silencing me.
“No buts. Well, except this one,” he reached down and palmed my ass, squeezing it as a growl came out of him. “I’ve got plans for this,” he squeezed again before releasing me.
“What kinda plans?” I shivered as I thought about spending the night with him. It had been months since we’d been together, and after that first time I knew I’d never get enough. The only thing I worried about was Brooklyn.
As if Aaron could sense it, he tugged at my hand to get my attention, “He’s fine, and I have my phone if there’s a problem. Trust me. My mom has been dying to spend time with him. It’s all she’s talked about since I told her you both were coming this morning.”
“Ok,” I relented. Aaron pulled me a few more steps before directing me to turn around. There on the sand was a ready-made fire pit, a cooler, and a small tent. “What’s all this?” I blushed as I took it all in.
“Dinner and dessert, I hope,” he leaned down and kissed the side of my neck. “I’ve been waiting a long time to have my way with you, Mel, and tonight I plan on going nice and slow.”
Little did he know that I wasn’t a very patient person, and tonight I was going to make it impossible for him to go slow. Tonight I was going to drive Aaron Sutter to the brink of madness.
Chapter 19
Aaron
It felt surreal having her here. We’d gone two months without seeing each other face to face. A computer screen had been our only form of communication, and now silence seemed to be our friend. I’d brought a picnic out, and some soda and wine. We’d spent most of the evening staring at the water. “It’s so nice out here,” Mel mused as she picked at the fruit in front of her. “I’m amazed at how much warmer it’s gotten since I was here last.”
“This is when it starts to get crazy around here. Schools are letting out, and everyone’s looking for their summer jobs. Kids think they can come live at the beach, and party. This is when it’s nice to live down here. It’s private, and Uncle Nick is very picky about who he lets down here, and we keep it pretty low key except when we have a party. Tomorrow will be nuts,” I chuckled thinking about the last party my family threw. “That’s why we’re out here tonight,” I murmured as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my side. We’d been sitting by the fire I built for a while, and I was ready to move this little gathering inside the tent. “Come here,” I stood and offered her my hand.
“What are you doing?” she wrinkled her nose. It was something that made me smile every time she did it. It was so cute, and made her seem so innocent.
“Dancing,” I pulled her into my arms, and wrapped them around her waist.
“But there’s no music,” she started to pull back, but I tightened my grip.
“So we’ll make our own,” I mumbled as I lowered my head and claimed her mouth. I’d studied Mel since the moment I first touched her. I knew exactly what to do to coax those little noises she made out. One hand slid up and threaded in her hair while the other gripped her waist. She moaned softly as my tongue dipped in, and I knew she was giving in. The stiffness in her stance melted away as she leaned into me, silently giving in.
Both hands lifted and linked around my neck before I felt her tug me closer. Her hips tilted forward, angling to the point that she began rubbing herself on my thigh. Her moans grew louder as I took the kiss deeper.
I pulled back, breaking the contact and gasping for air. “You’re a little vixen tonight,” I snickered. “We’re alone, promise,” I whispered before spinning her so her back was to my chest. “Close your eyes,” I commanded. “Don’t think,” I whispered right next to her ear.
My dick was throbbing, but I intended to finish what I started. Mel always held back. She had this vision of herself, and she fought so hard to maintain it. I’d seen glimpses of her push through this façade, but tonight I intended to force her out of hiding. “It’s just you and me. Nobody else matters right now,” my voice wavered as I attempted to hold myself together. One arm banded across her chest, holding her to me as the other skimmed down her stomach. “This is our music. We’re the only ones that need to hear it,” I expertly popped the button on her denim shorts free, and slipped my hand in the front. “You miss me these last two months?” I skimmed my nose up the column of her neck as my fingers snaked deeper into the confines of her shorts. “You take care of yourself any of those nights, Mel?” I nipped at her lobe.
