Before I could think of what to do next, a big hulking man was standing between the bad man and me. This muscular stranger had come out of nowhere. Relief passed through me when the aggressive man’s hand was no longer aggressively circling my wrist.
“I don't think she wants to go with you. And you all are going to have to leave my club.”
I wasn't really looking at this new guy. I wanted to get away. Yeah, it would be nice to thank the stranger, but I was more concerned with myself. So, I skedaddled.
I got myself far away from those guys and took a deep breath. I was still pretty tense, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach had gone away. It was back almost immediately when someone grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. My first thought was that that guy who tried to help me got beat up by that horrible man and his horrible friends. They were here for me, which meant I was royally fucked.
I did a full one-eighty ready to attack this guy with all the might I could muster, but to my surprise, Aiden Harris was standing before me. I quickly realized that he was the muscular man who saved me before.
I hadn't seen him in close to ten years, but my former high school boyfriend could still take my breath away. Aiden looked… better somehow. The boyish charm and good looks I fell for as a teenager had morphed into a more mature hotness. His face had hardened, his muscles were more defined, but his hazel eyes still rang clear. He may have grown up, but he was still Aiden.
I wanted to run away and wrap my whole body around him at the same time. Aiden's intense gaze rendered me incapable of doing anything except weakly saying his name.
“Aiden?”Chapter Three - ReaganI had no idea how long we'd been staring at one another. It could have two seconds or two years. Being with Aiden had always made time feel different.
“Reagan,” he whispered. He said my name with such reverence, it was akin to being worshipped. But this higher plane of feeling didn't stop me from remembering the past. There was no way for me to leave either way, not when he was looking at me like that.
And I wasn't sure if I wanted to go.
Neither one of us was saying much of anything. We were both so in awe of the other. My curiosity did start to creep in, however. I wondered what Aiden wanted to do with me.
“Aiden, I —”
My ex didn't let me finish my sentence, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into a quieter part of the club. He wasted no time, placing his hands on either side of my face, bringing me into a kiss. There was no mercy in his hold. Aiden was here to take from me, and I was more than willing to give.
Aiden continued to kiss me, but his big hands moved to explore my body. His left hovered over my breast, softly massaging it. His right hand was on my thighs, his fingers kneading the soft flesh down there.
With his knee, Aiden forced my legs apart. My back was up against a wall, literally. In this position, he had near total control over me.
“Do you remember this feeling?”
Looking into his eyes, I saw the passion that he used to throw my way. One look from Aiden could melt me. He dominated me so completely. Not much had really changed. I was barely holding myself up. Aiden was the main thing keeping me from turning into a puddle on the floor.
I didn't get much of a chance to answer before Aiden pulled my panties to the side and then slid one of his thick fingers inside of me. I tightened my hold on him, an almost painful spike of pleasure shooting up through my body.
“Aiden,” I moaned as my eyes rolled back into my head.
His mouth moved to my neck, teeth pulling at my sensitive skin.
“You’re so wet,” he grumbled.
Of course, I was. His whole muscular body was on mine. Sensations were running through me at a mile a minute. My brain could barely handle all the input. My thighs were covered in the wetness dripping from my pussy.
Aiden’s fingers easily slipped in and out of me. I couldn’t hold on any longer and started to shake. His knuckle rubbed against my clit, stimulating a violent orgasm inside of me. It was enough to make me scream.
As my body calmed down, I heard Aiden let out a soft chuckle. He pulled his head back to look at me, a lopsided smile on his lips.
“I can still make you cum in less than three minutes.”
I blushed immediately after he said that. He looked so damn proud of himself, just like he used to. And it wasn’t a lie. Aiden always was able to tie my insides up in knots, whether or not he was touching me. And when he did touch me, it was explosive. I was sure that no matter the amount of time that passed, Aiden would always be able to push just the right buttons on my body.