Christmas and Forever (11 page)

Liya’s thighs spread wider than before in open invitation. Aidan kissed her on the lips then plunged deep, battering hard against her cervix. His eyes rolled backward at the feel of her hot cunt. Liya’s pussy was the best he’d ever been inside. Impossibly small and tight, she was squeezing him until it was almost painful, creating a sinful friction. If he weren’t careful it would be all too easy to spill his seed outside her womb and risk everything.

“Aidan,” she pleaded. “Harder. Please.”

Aidan growled and drove into her, headless, without thought. “Killing me,” he grated. “You know I can’t come inside you, baby.”

She scratched the edges of her fingernails along the column of his shoulder blade as if she was daring him to do just that. Aidan almost prayed to heaven she would coo and beg for his cum inside her pussy. It would drive him straight to the brink of madness and he’d have no choice but to fall prey to the insanity and unload inside her. Yes, he wished she would give him the excuse he needed.

When her pussy tightened around him and Aidan felt cum rolling up his shaft, he wrapped his fist around the base and withdrew.
Slow down, Keegan
. He looked at Liya. Did she realize she could bring a man to his knees and make him come harder and faster than he ever thought possible? Aidan forced her backward and held the engorged cockhead between her labia. Eyes wide, her lips parted as he tightened his grip around the length and watched the cum rip from his shaft, coating her clitoris with milky splotches of semen that trickled all the way down her opening and along her inner thighs. Finally he tore his gaze away and gathered her in his arms, kissing her shoulder. Perfection. Liya dripping wet with his seed was a sight he would never forget for as long as he lived.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, eyeing him closely.

The urge to laugh bubbled to the surface. He had just fucked her hard, harder than he intended and ejaculated on her pussy. She should demand an apology from him. Instead she was stroking his hair, inquiring if he was okay. He looked up at her. “You don’t despise me?” He was starting to despise himself and the fear he had allowed to stronghold him for so many years. He wanted to change.

“Am I in your mind right now?”

“Only you. I swear it, Liya.”

His answer must have pleased her. “You’re the only one I ever think of.” She lowered her gaze to his cock, which was soft and shiny with traces of semen. “So many things I want to experience, but only with you.”

His cock twitched and stirred to life as Liya drew nearer. His cheeks flushed. He was still flaccid but coming to life under her delicate touch. She placed a tender kiss on the head then lowered her mouth over the softened cock. Aidan closed his eyes in bliss. “Suck it, Liya. Please. It’s been so long since anyone has done that for me.” Longer than he could remember what it felt like.

Liya laid on the ground as Aidan knelt beside her head, tipping her chin so that her mouth leveled to his prick. Her lips opened and closed, enclosing the cockhead inside her warm mouth. He felt himself expanding, the head becoming filled with blood as she pulled and drew upon the aching tip. Aidan held her head, gently guiding her on him. “Do you like it?”

She nodded quickly and flicked her tongue all around him as if she was memorizing his taste. “I love it,” she whispered, after withdrawing his cock to lick around the rim. Aidan grunted. She had the best mouth and was so enthusiastic. When she lowered her mouth on him for the second time, he stroked her cheek, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his cock inside. Her mouth continued its arousing torture. Aidan groaned as she suckled harder on the head, nursing on his cock. He stroked her hair, knowing he was on the verge of climax. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to swallow my cum. You don’t have to, sweetheart.”

She lifted her head and licked the shaft. “Aidan, I want it.” She drew him close and dug her fingers into his thighs.
Ah God
. His breathing roughened. Aidan held her to his cock. “I’m coming, sweetheart.” She sucked faster and faster. His cock grew heavy and Aidan felt it, the hot cum, surging from his testicles and up his shaft. He touched her throat and felt the muscles contracting, working hard to swallow the copious amount of semen he was feeding her.

Eyes closed, a tiny sound of pleasure grated from the back of her throat. When the last drop fell onto her tongue, Aidan withdrew. However, Liya wasn’t finished. Aiming forward, she flickered her tongue against the spent cockhead. He groaned and saw that she still wasn’t satisfied. What a greedy girl. His heart thundered at the knowledge that Liya loved to suck his cock. Aidan towered before her as she kneeled in front of him, nuzzling the softening prick. “Will you miss this?” Her hungry mouth clamped around the head, gently sucking. Good lord, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him. He saw her hips rocking back and forth, no doubt in effort to assuage the emptiness in her cunt. Aidan grabbed her hair and jerked her head upright. His penis slid from between her lips. “Answer me. How much are you going to miss me?”

“Every day of my life,” she said, almost too low for him to hear.

Her answer pleased him beyond measure. He twisted his fist tighter about the tendrils of curls and shoved her mouth onto his cock. Damn her. For two straight days she had done nothing but worm her way into his heart, overtaking his mind. And when he should be the one looking forward to the holidays being over, so he could return to his solitary existence, she was breaking her promise and leaving him with no choice but to fall under her spell.

“I love you,” she whispered, loosening her jaw around his cock then suckling hard again.

Aidan clutched her to him and jerked his hips. “Don’t do this to me, Liya. Please, sweetheart. I’m begging you. I can’t do this again.” He didn’t want a second love.

He lifted her head, pushed it back a notch and watched himself spill onto her tongue, thin whitish globs of semen that told him she had effectively milked him dry. Aidan touched her throat, his eyes misting as she swallowed every single drop. Her little pink tongue darted out, lapping at the droplet of cum that spilled from the corners of her lips.

“Come here,” he said to her softly, stunned that a woman could be so innocent and explicit in her need at the same time. Her need for him.

His eyes opened in surprise. No woman had ever told him she wanted his seed in her belly. “I wasn’t sure at first if you’d like having my taste on your tongue. But you wanted more.” He paused and gazed at her solemnly. There wasn’t a word to describe how it made him feel that Liya loved the taste of his cock and he wished he could feel her mouth on him every single day and give her all the cum her greedy little mouth desired. Instead he chose a safer route. “I wish I had something to give you for Christmas. I thought about it before I left to come up here, but I didn’t know how you’d react if I gave you a present. And I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me again after the way we parted at the clinic.”

“Same here. I actually went to the store and had something picked out for you, but––well. I didn’t want you to think I was coming on to you again. Like that day when I kissed your cheek.”

He nipped her earlobe, wishing he could have changed his reaction to the aforementioned kiss. “You did nothing wrong, Liya. I was scared because I hadn’t expected to feel so alive from such a simple touch.”

“I’m going to miss you,” she whispered, her voice shaky and tears sparkling in her bright eyes. “Just was never in the cards for us, right?”

His chest tightened with pain. If he did give himself to Liya, would the powers that be act so selfishly as to take another person he cherished away from him? Aidan wanted forever, not just a few years.

Still, he was afraid to voice his feelings. “I’ll miss you too, sweetheart.” He was a coward and an utter bastard. He felt physically ill. Tomorrow, Christmas day, was their last day together and then, like the coward he was, he would let her slip quietly out of his life.

Chapter Nine

The next morning, Liya glanced out the window of the cabin. Snowflakes fell on the panes of the windows, as a morning breeze swept across the land. Wisps of snow blew into the air, twirling in the open space. She closed her eyes and smiled. It was Christmas. Christmas with Aidan, to be exact. She snuggled into the warmth of his hard body lying next to her. If only every Christmas morning could be like this. Her lips pursed as she felt the steady rise and fall of his chest. There would be no other Christmas like this with him. She had meant every word and was going to keep to her promise. She took a deep breath and looked out the window. The fireplace in the bedroom sizzled, but already she was starting to feel cold with the knowledge that once she stepped back outside, that would be it for them. She and Aidan would go their separate ways, with only the precious memory of what transpired here. Every fiber of her being would treasure these moments. And Aidan, well, perhaps he would tuck it away in some hidden part of him that he was too afraid to reveal and revisit. Liya’s heart seized. Not even the love she had to offer him would ever be enough to compensate for his loss. Three days of sex seemed just meager and…Liya closed her eyes. She didn’t want to feel ashamed for their time together, but in the grand scheme of things what they had was just sex. They hadn’t made any earth-shattering memories. She really just needed to get over it and put on a brave face when the time came to leave him.

Aidan rustled beside her. Liya felt his hand rubbing her backside before his warm lips touched her neck and his fingers delved between her labia, gently petting.

“Good morning.” His voice came out a low rumble.

Her heart twisted as Liya swallowed down the sorrow. This was the last time she’d be waking up to a ‘good morning’ from him. “Merry Christmas, Dr. Keegan.” She pressed her lips to his mouth. A glimmer of confusion tripped over his features. Liya wondered if he felt the same—Christmas sneaked upon them all too quickly. “Merry Christmas, angel.” He smiled at her quiet teasing.

Unsure what to say, Liya rested her head above his heart. Stroking the top of her hair, Aidan kissed her temple. “I have a surprise for you.”

Liya narrowed her brows and raised her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “What kind of a surprise?”

He chuckled and once again she was taken aback, left breathless by how handsome Aidan was when he allowed himself a moment of pleasure. “It’s definitely not Santa stuck in the chimney, if that’s what you’re wondering.” He slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed his clothes off the floor. Liya curled under the comforter and watched him dress. It was such a simple act, one that shouldn’t amount to the dizzy sense of pleasure pumping through her. But there it was. Dragging her gaze away, she slipped on a shirt and panties. Other women had no idea how lucky they were to witness such a simple delight each and every morning with their man.

“Come here,” Aidan said, reaching for her hand. Liya narrowed her eyes and lifted a brow. He laughed softly and squeezed her fingers. “I wanted to make this special for you. Well, as special as it can be up here, without planning.”

They entered the living room. Liya planted a foot on the ground and clamped a hand over her mouth. “When? How did you do this?” She switched between Aidan and the large Fraser fir tree, adorned with shimmering blue and pale purple tinsel. Shiny ornaments hung from the ends of the pine branches.

“I chopped it yesterday morning after you went out.” He scratched the back of his head and grinned. “I was crossing my fingers all day long that you wouldn’t go around the back and see it.”

Of course. That explained why the door had been left open. But ... That had to mean Aidan had bought those decorations a long time ago, when he‘d envisioned spending Christmas here with his family. She pushed the thought away.

Facing him, she stood on her tiptoes, tucked her arms about his neck and swept her lips over his. “It’s beautiful, Aidan. Thank you.”

Liya held his hand as they headed toward the tree. On the fireplace mantle there was a golden star with the faint glow of an orange light within. Aidan reached for it. “Almost forgot… you have to put it up.” Aidan slid his hands around her hips and lifted her off the ground until she was eye-to-eye with the top of the Christmas tree.

“Then what is it?”
Me. Us.

Aidan held her close. “Too many things to talk about now. I’m happy that whatever scheming James was up to, brought us here together. I don’t believe I’m the same person who drove up here on Friday.”

Liya frowned, unsure of Aidan’s words. “What do you see in the future for yourself, Aidan? What do you want out of life now?”

“To move on. I see that it’s possible, now.” Her eyes flew open at his revelation. Silent, she allowed him to finish, awaiting the words she wanted so desperately to hear. “I want a fresh start. I won’t ever forget my two angels, but I need to move on. I no longer feel the crushing pain when I think of them, and that’s all because of you. You’ve shown me that it is okay to feel, to want to experience life again, and I want that so much, sweetheart.”

She waited still longer, up until the moment his lips brushed her temple and the soft words were whispered into her ear. “Thank you, Liya.”

Her heart shattered into a million pieces. Somewhere in the world, perhaps in the city, she could hear the feminine laughter of a strange woman who would reap her rewards and claim Aidan Keegan for herself. And he had the nerve to look down and smile at her as if he hadn’t delivered a death sentence to her hopes and dreams for the two of them.