Nina
I walked into the bar with new resolve. Devin was my past, and Aiden was a possibility. He didn’t seem capable of hurting me the way Devin had, and I would no longer punish Aiden for the mistakes I’d made.
I was ready to try, to hope. Months of being Devin’s fuck toy had paralyzed me into believing I couldn’t be anything more. It was my fault. I’d waged heartfelt war with a woman incapable of feeling anything. I’d challenged Devin’s wife and had only seemed to aggravate her while I fell the fuck apart.
It was over.
Being capable of love was an entirely different story, but that wasn’t what Aiden was asking for. And for now, I wasn’t capable of doing it, though I saw the potential. He was worthy of the feelings I had wasted.
This would be me moving on. Aiden was a host to everything I truly needed, and I would take full advantage. He wanted to possess me sexually and know me spiritually.
I was open to that. Guarded slightly, but open. I sat in my spot, nodding as Dave handed me a beer. Aiden looked at me, and I saw a small, satisfied smile pass his lips as I sat in front of him. God, he was beautiful. He was sitting on a stool with a black acoustic guitar in his lap. He looked even more sun-kissed in a black t-shirt and dark jeans, his hair a golden, gelled mess. Looking down, he struck his guitar, and I mourned the loss of his amber eyes but admired the sharpness of his features—the broadness of his chest, the rhythm he kept with the nod of his head as he started his song.
I didn’t recognize the song, but it was beautiful. He sang it unaccompanied by the other guys and looked directly at me as he took turns strumming out the chords and tapping the side of the guitar for beat.
I was lost instantly when his deep voice moved over the words. It had a painful, soulful lilt that moved me in a way that could only be felt. He sang about attempts to steal a woman’s heart away from the wrong man. And how it confused her and she could never figure out how to truly love. I sat trying my hardest to fight the emotion brewing as he sang directly to me that I was beautiful and different and worth so much more than I gave myself credit for.
When the song finished, I kept myself seated, tears streaming down my face as he gave me the come here finger. I flew from my seat into his waiting kiss as he held me tightly to him, cat calls coming at us from every direction around the bar.
I kept my arms around him as I pulled back and questioned him, ignoring everyone around us. They didn’t exist. “God, that was beautiful. Did you write that for me?”
“No, that one belongs to Lil Wayne.” My eyes widened as he chuckled.
“The rapper?”
“Yes, I’m pretty sure he wrote it for a stripper.” Aiden laughed loudly as I slapped his chest playfully.
“Don’t be so judgmental, woman. Look at you, you’re a mess.” Wiping the tears from under my eyes gently, he showed me the evidence. I smiled as he kissed me again and I turned around, finally acknowledging the crowd with a bow.
I stayed until he finished his set and he joined me at my table.
“You keep singing to me like that, and I may make a habit of coming out.”
“That’s the plan,” he whispered, kissing me sweetly before cupping his beer and taking a sip.
“I’m here to ask you for a date.” My hands were all over him, caressing his chest, playing with the hair on the back of his head. I couldn’t help but notice the hint of a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Okay, so I’m a fucking fiend. I get it.
We made small talk as I told him about Taylor and how I was excited about the expansion of Scott Solutions. He listened intently, his smirk deepening with each subtle touch I gave him, a telling sign of my need.
“Nina,” he said after half an hour of my rambling and stroking his beautif
ul skin. “Do you need me to take care of you?” Instead of hanging my head in shame, I nodded. Aiden took my hand, leading me down a hallway into an office. The walls and ceiling were painted pitch black. There was a laptop, a chair, and a lone decoration in the form of a poster on the wall of the Foo Fighters.
“I love the Foo Fighters,” I said nervously. Aiden’s expression went from humorous to dark and lustful as he shut the door and I attacked, jumping into his arms and licking his lips. He captured my tongue, sucking it eagerly as clothes began to fly around the room. Naked, I stood waiting as he looked over me and I did the same. He was tall, perfectly cut, and broad. Between his thick muscular thighs lay my salvation, if only for the moment. He licked his lips as he eyed my stiffening nipples.
“What do you want?” Pain shot through my chest at the question. It was Devin’s question. I pushed it aside quickly, my need for the man in front of me growing with each passing and naked second.
“Hard, really hard.” That was an answer.
He gripped my neck and spun me around, pushing me against the wall.
“Spread your legs.” Aiden was in rare form as I leaned back, gripping him in my hand. He pressed my face hard against the rough surface. “Did I say you could touch that?”
“No.” I smiled through the pain, loving the way his voice sounded. He moved from my grip and slapped my ass in a way so that I parted my legs further. He tested my arousal and groaned, seeming satisfied.
“Always so wet, naughty Nina. Tell me, do you think it’s enough for my cock?” I forced my wrist behind me as I again took him in my hand and felt his huge thickness. I moaned at my assessment, and he thrust into my hand once.