The Sextet - Entanglements [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (7 page)

Chapter 2

Aidan wrestled with his conscience as he followed Trish into the kitchen. He hadn’t begged her—hadn’t even been the one to suggest it, at least not in the beginning—but he still felt…weird. The pain factor played a minor role in the second thoughts plaguing him. What he dreaded was seeing the look on her face when he showed her the source of his difficulties. Never having made a study of such things, Aidan had assumed all guys were similar. Obviously, he’d been wrong.

Trish washed her hands in the kitchen sink while Aidan waited his turn. He hadn’t been kidding about having a crush on her—and she was just as pretty at thirty-one as she’d been as a high school senior, maybe even more so. Softly curling red hair, green eyes, freckles, a terrific smile, and a body that a lot of girls would envy—and men should have coveted. No, she shouldn’t be getting dumped. She should have found some nice guy by now. One who would love her as much as she deserved.

A sharp pang of jealousy struck him as he washed the dirt from his hands.
Jealousy?
He hadn’t seen Trish in months, but the feeling came back so easily—the same feeling he had when he watched her getting into Jeremy Kramer’s car to go to the prom. The sight of her in that emerald-green dress took his breath away. He’d felt so many emotions at that moment—anger, jealousy, envy—emotions he knew he had no business feeling. But he was a kid back then. He wasn’t a kid anymore, and she wasn’t dating Jeremy.

He was about to back out when she handed him a towel. Maybe this way was better. Show the offensive appendage to a girl right up front. If she stared at it with the same horror she would display for a rattlesnake, there was no point in investing any emotional currency in the relationship.
Yeah. Just like that. Whip out your hairy dick and show it to her.
He wouldn’t have to worry about it then because he’d probably wind up in jail.

He followed her into her bedroom.
Trish’s bedroom…Never thought I’d ever get the chance to be in here.
If only he’d been invited to her bed for a different reason. Glancing around while she rummaged through her closet, about all his nervous brain could register was that the room was done in greens and blues.

She emerged from the closet carrying an assortment of belts and straps. “I found three. We can use yours, too. You won’t be needing it for a while.”

Without thinking, Aidan unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. He trusted her. Must have been the babysitter angle, or the fact that she was older. Maybe it was because she was a nurse.
Or maybe it’s because you still have a crush on her.

No, not a crush. He’d been thinking about her ever since his mother had told him she was living in her parents’ house again. Maybe that was why he’d let Danielle walk out. Not that he could have stopped her—at least, not without making a scene. So much for “I love you, Aidan.” She’d actually said the words. Obviously she hadn’t meant a single one of them.

Trish motioned for him to lie down on her bed. How many times had he dreamed of this moment? Too bad she was only there to perform minor surgery on him. Without a word, she looped her belt around his wrist and buckled it to the bedpost. A scream was already rising in his throat. Keeping quiet would be next to impossible. She gave him the same reassuring smile she would give to someone who was about to get an IV started.
“This will hurt a little,”
she would warn—the way any nurse would do. She seemed calm and professional—just a nurse performing yet another delicate but painful procedure on yet another patient. She obviously didn’t have any sexual feelings toward him, nothing that would interfere…

He’d simply been the neighbor kid she babysat for once in a while, but she meant so much more to him than that. When his parents finally decided he was old enough to stay home alone, he’d felt like he’d passed a major milestone in his life—until he realized what it would mean. Aside from the fact that she was smart and had a knack for explaining things that most teachers couldn’t match, he simply enjoyed being with her. He was still carrying a torch for her when she went away to nursing school, but having given her no clues as to how he felt, she couldn’t possibly have known the truth. Sure, they saw each other on her breaks from school and had more recently kept in touch online, but it wasn’t the same, and it had never been as much as he wanted.

His gaze swept over her as she tied his other hand with the shoulder strap from an old purse. Yeah, she still affected him—just like always. The mere touch of her hand on his wrist sent blood rushing to his groin and his thoughts racing toward the carnal. He knew he should probably warn her but couldn’t imagine how to word it.
Just so you know, Trish, my dick is getting really hard.
No, best to keep his mouth shut. She would find out soon enough.

His own belt she saved for an ankle, using a silky cord that must have come off of a robe on the other. She disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a pair of tweezers and a towel. Still fully clothed. Not naked, not even wearing black lace…

Aidan tugged at the restraints. He could have freed himself without too much trouble, but at least he wouldn’t hurt her. Never that. The mere suggestion she’d made earlier had shocked him.
Hit Trish? Never in a million years.

He might have been able to control his screams, but he couldn’t control his cock. It was already stiff, and she hadn’t even touched it. He hadn’t intended for this to happen. Or had he? If anyone could help him, Trish could. She was, and always had been, the perfect woman in his eyes. Gazing at her lustrous hair, her tentative smile, the curve of her cheek… No, nothing had changed. Then came the touch of her hands on his body as she unzipped his shorts and pulled them down.

Aidan wanted to close his eyes, but he kept them open. He needed to see her reaction.

Her face lit up with surprise, not revulsion. Just surprise. Of course, that might have been as much due to the fact that his cock was hairy as the fact that it was hard as a rock. Snapping up when she freed it from his briefs, the blunt head missed her nose by an inch.

She swallowed with apparent difficulty. Their eyes met. “Where do you want me to start?”

“Just that bit around the base. That’s the part everyone hates so much—the part that’s kind of…werewolfy.”

She studied it carefully. “Well, it
is
a bit furry, but I still don’t see why anyone would freak out about it. I mean, everything else looks fine to me.” She swallowed again. “A little big, though. Sure it isn’t the size scaring them? Or maybe they think you’re just showing off?” Her quick glance and wry smile sent more blood pumping into his cock. He could have sworn she winked at him.

Aidan grinned. “You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

She shook her head. “Simply stating a fact. With something like that staring me in the face, I’m not sure I’d even notice the hair—and I can see why a condom might not cover it, unless you had one that was extra long.”

Aidan pulled against the belts holding his hands. Her eyes on him were driving him wild, and the talk about condoms was making it worse. What would happen when she touched him? He was completely at her mercy—and he
liked
it. A shiver ran through him, and his cock pulsed, sending a bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit in the head.

Was that a little gasp he heard? A second later, he was sure he’d imagined it. She was all business. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

She pushed his cock downward to allow better access to the upper side of the root. He was shaking now, gritting his teeth in anticipation. She picked up the tweezers. “Ready?”

He nodded impatiently. “Go for it.”

The first sharp pain came. “Okay?”

His nod was more vigorous this time. “Yes,” he hissed. “Keep going.”

She angled his cock away from her with the side of her hand. “I probably shouldn’t focus on one spot, or you’ll get sore. There’s a lot here. Might take a couple of sessions—five or six, seven or eight…”

“That many?” She was teasing him, of course. “Oh…whatever you think best.” Aidan didn’t give a damn. Trish was touching his dick. At this point, the number of times was immaterial.

She plucked another hair from the side. Aidan closed his eyes. No, he didn’t need a gag, but a blindfold would have been a nice touch. Not knowing which place she would pick next only increased the tension. Three more pangs followed. Aidan held his breath.

Couldn’t she see what this was doing to him? His pelvic muscles contracted, pulling his balls up inside his scrotum. More fluid oozed from the head. His arms strained against the belts around his wrists so hard it was a wonder the bedposts didn’t break. Aidan had never been fond of pain, but it was intensifying the effect—the effect that Trish had always had on him. She was so beautiful, so kind, and so very, very
hot.

She bit her lip. “Sorry, Aidan. I know that hurts.”

“I’m okay,” he gasped. “I can take it. Don’t stop.”

Trish snickered. “Isn’t that the woman’s line?”

“Maybe.” Aidan would have to remember to be more careful what he wished for. He could feel her breath on his skin, but she wasn’t reacting at all. Or didn’t seem to be. His erection was right in front of her face, yet her eyes were focused on her task. A lock of hair escaped from behind her ear. Aidan wanted to tuck it back so he could see her eyes again. He’d never felt so helpless—unable to touch her, afraid to say anything that would give him away.

His penis was saying it for him, though. A blind woman would have known how much she turned him on. His engorged cock was the pink elephant in the room that no one wanted to acknowledge. She clearly knew how much it had to hurt—wincing with every hair she pulled—but made no mention of the stiff purple shaft that craved her attention.

She plucked another hair. “Tell me when you want me to stop.”

Aidan nodded, reluctant to speak for fear of losing control. If he hadn’t been tied up, he would have lost that control long ago. The need to roll her onto her back and dive into her was overwhelming. He stared upward, studying the swirl of patterns in the stuccoed ceiling. Her unflappable calm must’ve been the hallmark of a good nurse—an inherent trait that couldn’t be taught. Either you had it or you didn’t, and she had it in spades.

She was so focused, even holding her breath to steady her hand—either that or, God forbid, she didn’t like the way he smelled. Working faster now, she obviously wanted to finish as quickly as possible, not giving him time to rest in between. He couldn’t blame her, but he longed for her to lie between his legs, leisurely stroking his cock, perhaps kissing it after each pluck. A moan escaped him, barely audible, as he thought of Trish tying him up to have her wicked way with him. Sucking his cock, licking his balls, and stroking him until he came like a fountain. Oh
yeah…
The stuff of dreams…