Indebted (22 page)

Uh-uh, no fuckin’ way. You’re not getting me up on that thing.
The whole time I’m thinking this, Aaron is pulling me toward it. Before I realize it, I’m standing in a line that’s way too fucking short.

As the last couple of people get in and the ride begins, I turn to Aaron and try to explain to him this isn’t going to happen.
Dude, you are going to sound like such a douche. You can’t tell him you’re scared shitless of heights. Keep some of your damn man points.

“Aaron, I don’t think this is such a good idea. That funnel cake didn’t set well with my stomach. Maybe we should head out and beat the crowd.”

He peers up at me with those emerald eyes again, this time full of disappointment. “Oh, okay. I thought it would complete the whole carnival experience for the night. We can go if you’re not feeling well.”

At this moment, I’m cursing myself. “Well, my stomach’s not that bad and this ride is slow, so I should be good. Let’s do this.”

What the fuck did you do that for? You fuckin’ moron! You’re going to embarrass yourself when you get to the top and piss yourself.
I can’t let him down, though. He really wants to do this. It’s time to man up and get it over with.

We climb into the seat and the ride operator locks us in. I can’t help the trapped feeling that comes over me. Aaron is grinning like a fool, glancing all around the fairground and still hugging that damn elephant.

The ride starts to move, and I try to control my breathing. I’m gripping the bar in front of me so tightly my knuckles are white. Halfway to the top, my breathing picks up more and I close my eyes in hopes I’ll forget where I am. My heart is pounding, and not being able to see is making it worse, because now the weightlessness gives the sense I’m going to fall. I gasp and open my eyes.

My sudden intake of breath draws Aaron’s attention from his surroundings. “Jesus fucking Christ, Liam! Why didn’t you tell me you are afraid of heights? I would’ve never asked you to get on this thing. Here, take my hand.” When I don’t respond and start panting harder, he raises his voice louder. “Liam Sandoval, take my damn hand and look at me right now!”

That snaps me slightly out of it, and I do as he instructed.

“That’s it, babe. Just keep your eyes on me. Focus on slowing down your breathing.” He tells me to do it in and out slowly, and does the same with me.

I match the rhythm of his breathing, calming down as the ride continues. When we stop at the top to let people off, the fear launches again.

Aaron scoots right next to me and enfolds me in his arms. I take solace in his nearness as he whispers words of comfort and courage. He kisses my neck to distract me, I think, and it slowly begins to work. Other parts of my body are starting to forget where I am, which shows the power this man has over me already.

He steadily makes his way to my lips and pecks me lightly at first. Need takes over both of us, and before we realize it, we’re locked in a passionate kiss. We’re so lost in each other, we don’t realize the ride has stopped at the bottom until the operator clears his throat. I jump back as if I’ve been bitten and am stunned that we are able to leave the ride from hell. Swiftly, we exit and head straight to the car.

During our walk to the car I notice Aaron’s eyes getting a far off look. “What are you thinking about so hard?” I ask.

He gives a mischievous grin. “Just thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”

“Oh, hell! Don’t say shit like that. You’ll cause me to drive like a fuckin’ moron and I’d like to get there in one piece.”

His face lights up with laughter—one of my favorite looks on him.

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re at the car then, isn’t it?” Aaron asks.

After a tension-filled drive, we arrive at my condo and waste no time getting inside. Aaron walks straight toward the bedroom. As he goes, he drops his coat on the floor, followed by his shirt.

He turns to me and bites his lip as he unsnaps his jeans. “You coming, big boy?” Then he continues to walk backward and unzip his pants.

“You better fuckin’ believe I’m coming. I believe we’ll both be coming real fuckin’ soon.”

I advance on him quickly, and he laughs and takes off running the rest of the way to the bedroom. I tackle him, knocking him to the bed. We are both still hurting but too fucking horny to pay attention. Our clothes are off in a matter of minutes. I would love this to be slow, but that’s an impossibility given all the sexual frustration we have both been suffering.

We come together in a mess of limbs and frenzied movements. Neither of us is willing to take the time for intense foreplay. As soon as he’s stretched, I enter him to the hilt. With each brush of his hands on my sensitive body, my pleasure is heightened, causing my thrusting hips to speed toward our inevitable goal.

Aaron is reaching his peak and I’m thankful because it’s been too long. I will never get enough of this man. His hips meet each of my lunges greedily.

“Oh fuck!” He growls, and comes all over our stomachs.

His muscles tensing around me shoot me over the edge, and I come at almost the same time, the sounds muffled against his shoulder.

Lying there panting, I barely have the energy to clean us up before collapsing next to him.

Sighing happily, Aaron says, “Finally.”

I chuckle a little. “Yes, fuckin’ finally.”

Curling up together, I make sure we’re covered and then turn out the light. We both doze off, satisfied and exhausted.

I
WAKE
up to the most awesome feeling, one of my favorites: Aaron sucking my cock.

I moan. “Oh fuck, Aaron.”

He sits up and gives me a sexy-as-fuck smirk, then scoots himself up until he is straddling my face.
Oh fuck, yes. Such a gorgeous ass.
Quickly, he engulfs me again, and I’m taken back into his hot mouth. Grunting, I grab two handfuls of that luscious ass and spread them. I’ve yet to have the pleasure of tasting him here, but now seems the perfect time.

Trying to focus on giving him as much pleasure as he’s giving me, I tease his hole with my thumbs while the tip of my tongue circles his entrance. Whimpering, he shoves his ass farther in my face, begging for more.
That’s fucking right. I want more too.

We dig in and take our time mutually worshiping each other with little licks and teases. My fingers trail up and down his back and ass while his hands trace the muscles in my thighs and play with my balls. With each plunge of his mouth on me, and every dive of my tongue in him, we’re pushed closer to the brink until we can’t hold off any longer. Finally we’re lying there high off the endorphins pinging throughout our bodies from our orgasms.

Sighing in satisfaction, we both slump on the bed. “Mmmm, good morning to you too, Aaron.”

He’s panting, looking like he’s run a marathon. A sheen of sweat covers him as he lies on the bed with his eyes closed.

“Uh-huh, yep, I can agree with that. Gooood morning.” Then he glances up at me, those green eyes shining with curiosity. “So, what is it you have planned for the day? All I know is we’re going on another date. Are you going to tell me where?”

It has been several weeks since our first date. Even with the fear of heights and my embarrassment, I thought it went well. Work has been hectic, and I haven’t had the chance to take him out again.

Sam’s boys have been causing more trouble lately. The fact that the local gang tagged our building led people to believe they didn’t need to pay on their loans anymore, so I have been having to send my men out to deal with the assholes. Some I deal with personally, mainly if they are large loans.

Sam has been dumb enough to send out a statement of sorts to the neighborhood, saying the Everson family’s days in power are numbered. So Thomas, hearing of this, has had us out in force lately, showing any fuckers we are still here and just as deadly. I hate every minute of it, but as I’ve said before, it’s my lot in life and I need to deal.

So, no matter what, tonight I am going to take my man out. He’s been growing more confident lately, trying short trips out by himself, but the nerves are still eating at him. I think what I have planned for tonight will help.

Tristan and I have been talking about Aaron and how the feeling of being helpless is bothering him. Together, we’ve come up with a strategy to give him back his mettle. I am going to train him in self-defense. First, I’m going to teach him how to handle and shoot a gun, then how to nail the fucker who has him good, and then run.

I’m not sure how Aaron will take to the idea. I like to think he’ll feel empowered, but I don’t want him to assume I’m trying to change him or mold him to fit into my life. All I can do is try this tonight, then propose the rest and see where it goes. If he doesn’t like the idea, I won’t push. If I know him, though, he will at least try what I have planned.

Aaron straddles me, looking mischievous. “So, are you going to tell me or not?”

With that asked, he begins tickling my sides. Giggling like a damn schoolgirl, I squirm and toss him on his back, holding the offending hands over his head. Stunned by the sudden switch in position, he stares at me. Before he can say anything, I give him a quick peck on the lips.

I try and hide my apprehension as I answer. “I’m taking you to a shooting range tonight.”

His eyes widen a little in surprise, and then he gets a sexy smirk on his face. “You mean I get to watch you shoot tonight? Is it wrong I find that hot as hell?”

Well, this is a little shock, but he’s not lying. His cock under me twitches and swells a little.

“I’m glad you approve of seeing me with a weapon, but I’m talking about you handling a gun tonight. I’ll teach you, of course. What do you think? If you don’t like the idea, we can always go somewhere else.” As I finish rambling, I realize my nerves have gotten the better of me.

Aaron peers up at me with doubtful eyes, and removing his hands from my loose hold, he runs them down my chest. “Are you sure you want to teach me? I mean, I’d like to learn, but I’d never even seen a real gun before that day at Sam’s. They’ve always been fascinating to me, though after what happened with Adam, they scare me. I’m not sure how I will feel holding one, let alone firing it.”

“See, that’s why I think it’s a good idea. You can take some of the mystery out of it, and if you like it, you can get a license to carry. Maybe it will make you feel more in control and protected,” I say hopefully.

“Hmm, maybe. I’ll at least give it a try. It could be fun, I guess. I don’t know about the carrying thing, though. I mean, I’m not all badass like you. I’ll probably shoot myself in the foot, or the neighbor’s cat by accident.”

I laugh hard at that, my mind playing insane scenarios of Aaron trying to hide the fact he has shot the neighbor’s annoying cat by “accident.”

“I’m badass huh? And you’re crazy if you think I won’t teach you to carry it safely. That’s the whole point of taking you. That, and it’s fun.”

Dumbfounded, he gasps, “‘Fun?’”

“Oh, you are in for a surprise. You have to experience it to enjoy the rush. Besides, we’re men so we like to shoot and blow shit up, it’s what we do.”

Rolling his eyes and snorting, he says, “True.”

“I rented out the place so you won’t have to deal with anyone around you.” I lean down and nip at his ear as I whisper, “Besides, it can get very exciting with the adrenaline pumping. I made sure the place is going to be nice and private.”

“Oh really, Lee? Maybe I’ll have a little surprise for you. You never know.”

I have no idea what he can be thinking of, but I have learned to like Aaron’s surprises. The wake-up blowjob was a perfect example of that.

Our morning together goes quickly, since we both have to leave for work. I’ve planned a short one so I can be home when his day ends. Heading in after saying good-bye to him gives me time to reflect on my time with Aaron.

These past two months have been the best of my life. I never thought I’d have a real relationship with someone who accepts me for who I am and what I do. He’s become everything to me in a really fucking short amount of time. It kinda scares the shit out of me, to be honest. Even though I’m alarmed at how fast my relationship is going with Aaron, I wouldn’t change a thing. Simple stuff like lying in bed talking is what I look forward to now. I always used to laugh when people told me they enjoyed shit like that.
Who knew you’re a cuddler?

He’s the one bright spot in my life, but also my weakest point. It’s obvious, since that dumbass Adam figured it out. He knew where to hit me to get the most impact. I’m not stupid enough to think just because Adam’s dead, the danger to Aaron is over. That’s why I’m actually excited to teach him some of the skills I’ve learned. They’re finally going to be doing some good. He’ll be using what I’ve learned to protect himself, not hurt someone over money or some ridiculous imagined insult to the precious Everson family.

I can see the appeal of shooting, or even hunting, for entertainment. John forcing this “career” on me has taken away such enjoyment, though. Now I see guns as nothing but instruments of pain, and it saddens me that Aaron will have to learn to use one. I’m still going to try my damnedest to make it a fun thing for him.