Reads Novel Online

A is for Aiden (Men of ALPHAbet Mountain)

« Prev  Chapter  Next »



As the evening wore on and I made the cabin feel more like my own home, the tension rose. There was electricity building between us again, and I couldn’t deny it. I wanted him. I needed him. The almost coy banter and flirtations as we played house in the cabin was becoming too much to deny. It felt normal to be with him. It felt normal to go to bed with him by my side.

We ate dinner and talked. We exchanged stories about our childhoods and our teenage lives. Nothing serious. Nothing hard. But I got a window into his life, albeit small. He played sports but only because he felt like he should with his size. He liked baseball but didn’t particularly care to pursue it. He liked to bake occasionally but was not much better at that than his mother was at making biscuits.

His life after joining the military was still a grey area. He didn’t talk about it, and I didn’t ask. But the nightmares, which he had more of than he realized, all seemed to stem from that time in his life. He had only woken me up screaming once, but on more than one occasion, he was obviously having a hard time sleeping, and now I knew why.

When dinner was done and cleaned up, he brought me into the living room. Flipping on the rarely used television, I realized he had hooked up a DVD player. Walking behind the stand, he pulled aside part of a wall and a hidden bookshelf appeared, filled with movies and box sets of TV shows.

I was shocked to see that there were some silly romantic comedies mixed in with comic book hero movies and horror films and eighties classics. A few thrillers sprinkled in for good measure. Though I couldn’t imagine intentionally making my anxiety rise at the moment. Instead, I grabbed an old eighties movie, one I had seen a million times before but never failed to make me happy and handed it to him.

We curled up on the couch together without a word. It felt natural for my head to rest in the crook of his shoulder. To relax into him as he held me up. But being that close to him, to hear his heartbeat and smell his musk, it was more than I could take. My fingers tingled to touch him, and I rested my hand on his stomach. After a few minutes, I looked up and saw he was staring down at me. Our eyes locked, and I felt my breath hitch.

He leaned in for a kiss, and our mouths opened to receive each other. Our tongues tangled slowly, languidly in the dark, the flashing of the television the only light in the room. I slid back so he could lean down over me, reveling in the weight of him on top of me, pressing me, protecting me, and yearning for me.

My pulse quickened, and my skin tingled as his hand ran down my side. He fumbled for the string of my sweatpants and pulled, loosening them. His lips moved to my neck, and I sank back as his hands worked my pants down and off me. I expected him to speed up, release his cock, and enter me, driving into me right there on the couch, but instead he slowed down.

Gentle, sweet kisses down my neck led down the center of my chest. I pulled the T-shirt I wore up and off me, letting it fall to the floor. He swept his tongue across my cleavage and then back down the center of my stomach, leading down slowly until he reached my panties. I shivered in anticipation as his fingers slid under them and pulled them slowly down my legs. The cool air of the cabin made my skin break out in goosebumps.

Aiden slid off the couch, settling between my thighs. And my breath hitched again as he trailed his lips up the inner part of my leg. He was making his way towards the delicate center with a measured, even pace. He was taking his time, enjoying me. And he was letting me enjoy him. I squirmed as his tongue slid over one of my lower lips, and I clenched the fabric of the couch. I looked down to see him grin as he repeated the motion on the other side. Then, his powerful, wet tongue stroked up the center of my core. His swift movements made me lose control.

Delicately, his tongue swirled through my folds, finding my pearl and stroking it with the tip. He teased it, one thick finger tracing my opening before pressing inside me. I clasped at his head, driving my hands into his hair as I arched back on the couch, the back of my head resting on the arm and my jaw wide open with no sound coming out.


« Prev  Chapter  Next »