Finding Sunshine (20 page)

“Okay,” she says, reaching up and pulling me down into a hungry kiss. She forces her tongue into my mouth, taking over, and I let her. Walking us towards her bed, I run my hands down her firm ass and onto her thighs, and then lifting her up, I spread her legs around my waist as I set her onto the edge of the bed.

Letting her go, I quickly pull away to shake off my jacket, tossing it onto the floor. Nina’s hands then reach for the hem of my t-shirt, tugging it out of my jeans. Wordlessly, I reach behind my shoulders, pulling it up and off.

My woman’s warm, delicate hands are all over my chilled skin, leaving me shivering as she rubs them up and down my chest, stopping only to tease my nipples mercilessly. They are razor-sharp nubs by the time she takes one in her hot mouth, tasting it then biting down sharply. I yelp, and then groan. Fisting her hair, I hold her in place as she continues to tease me with her tongue.

I let her take control because I want her to show me how much she wants me
.
Moving a hand down her body and along her thigh, I push it underneath the t-shirt she’s wearing. Reaching her waist, I groan when I notice that she’s not wearing any underwear. Shifting slightly, I snake my hand between our bodies in order to cup her naked heat.

Nina moans as I stroke her damp pussy with a light, teasing touch. I feel her legs tighten around my waist in response. Ceasing her exploration of my chest, she winds her arms around my neck and leans back slightly to tilt her pussy into my hand further. The hand that was just in her hair moves down, and I wrap that arm around her waist.

Using my fingertips, I rub slowly across her plump lower lips. My woman’s face is a sexy combination of pleasure and frustration. Her eyes are wide and her breathing is labored as I continue to tease her.

“
Aaron
,” she breathes heavily, scraping her nails along my neck. A shiver runs down my spine from the points of contact. Leaning down, I kiss and suck on her beautiful neck, marking her as
mine.

“Do you like that?” I whisper into her ear, slipping a finger between her folds and stroking her clit lightly.

My woman jumps and moans with pleasure, panting simply, “
More
.”

At her request, I slip a thick finger into her pussy. It pulses and liquefies as I slowly push inside. My thumb flicks her clit, and I’m rewarded with another breathy moan.

Nina moves her hands down to grip my waist, pulling me in closer. She slips her hands down and grabs my ass, squeezing it as she groans and rocks her hips forward.

With what little room I have left between our bodies, I add another finger into her dripping tightness. Pushing in deeply and curling my fingers, I search out the little bundle of nerves that will send her flying. I quickly find it right where it should be, and putting constant pressure on her clit with my thumb, I slowly begin to stroke her from the inside out. She moans my name and shudders with pleasure.

“You’re going to come all over my hand, Sunshine,” I say, looking into her expressive, passion-filled eyes. “Then, before I make love to you, I’m going to lick up every drop of delicious cream from your pussy—
my
pussy.”

“Yes,” she moans, as her body begins to sprint towards a fast, hard release. Sensing this, I slow down my movements in an attempt to elongate her pleasure.

“Aaron, don’t tease me.
Please
,” she begs, rocking her hips and squeezing my ass tightly. I wouldn’t be surprised if I have bruises there tomorrow.

“Kiss me, Sunshine,” I tell her, wanting to swallow her cries in my mouth while give her pleasure. Leaning forward, Nina puts her lips on mine, and I begin increasing the tempo of my assault on her pussy, rubbing and testing her tightness with my fingers.

It doesn’t take long before my woman is moaning out her orgasm, gripping and soaking my fingers with her desire. I continue to stroke her pussy as she comes down, her moans against my lips becoming inaudible gasps.

Nina groans as I pull my fingers from her pussy. Her eyes widen with pleasure as she watches me suck them to my mouth, tasting her.

“I want to suck you,” she says, placing a hand between our bodies, directly onto my aching cock. “I bet you taste incredible.”

Her grip tightens as she rubs me through my jeans.

“Fuck, Sunshine, that feels good,” I groan, before grabbing her wrist to stop her movements. “Let me taste that pussy first. Then you can suck my cock.”

“
Mine
,” she says with a devilish smile, squeezing me for emphasis.

“Only yours,” I confirm, taking her mouth in a rough kiss. Breaking away, I push her shoulders back onto the bed. Spreading her wide before me, I take a moment to appreciate the view.

My woman moves back further onto the bed, bends her knees, and plants her feet on the bed, spreading her legs open even more for me.
Delectable.

Pushing the t-shirt up further, I see her pussy, wet with arousal, and my mouth waters. I fall to my knees before her. Putting my hands on her thighs, I spread her open even further.

I’m kissing my way down her thighs towards her pussy, when there is a loud knock on the door.

“Nina? Are you okay in there?” Jordan’s almost hysterical voice yells through the door.

“I’m fine!” Nina snaps loudly, quickly scrambling off the bed and going to the door. She opens it and peers out, then has a low, hissing conversation with her roommate while I pick my shirt up off the floor and put it back on.

I watch from my seat on her bed as she shuts the door with a huff and turns around.

“Why is your shirt on?” she asks tentatively, walking over towards me. I spread my legs and pull her in between them.

“Maybe we should hit the road and go the house—”

“
No
.” She snaps angrily, pulling my t-shirt up and attempting to get it off of me. “This is
my
apartment
,
too. If I want to make love to
my
boyfriend
,
in
my
room, then I can and I will, darn it.”

“Whatever my woman wants,” I chuckle. Standing up, I quickly disrobe, but not before tossing a condom onto the table beside the bed.

“Don’t,” I say when I notice that she’s about to take off the t-shirt she’s wearing—
my
t-shirt
.
“I want you wearing my shirt when I’m deep inside, making love to you.”

“Okay,” she says, a glint in her green eyes. Then, palming my pulsing cock in her hand, she squeezes roughly. Swiping the slit with her thumb, she says simply, “Mine.”

“All yours, Sunshine,” I growl. Closing the gap between our bodies, I lift her up and toss her onto the bed. She bounces and giggles, sending my pulse into overdrive.

I crawl in after her, covering her tiny body with my own. Pressing her into the bed, I nibble gently on her lips, making my way to her neck. I can feel her pulse racing beneath my tongue all the way down.

“Aaron, I need you,” she whispers into my ear, and my heart begins to pound.

I need you.

“I need you too, Sunshine. More than you’ll ever know,” I admit, reclaiming her lips. She sneaks a hand between our bodies and begins to stroke my already throbbing cock with perfect, firm movements and teasing flicks to the head.

Breaking from her grasp, I reach out and grab the condom. Leaning back on my haunches between her legs, I tear open the package.

Nina sits up, boldly takes it from my hand, and rolls it down my shaft, massaging my balls to the point where pain and pleasure collide. “Goddess, I love how hard you get for me.”

“Only for you.” I growl, pushing her back down and regaining the control she was making me lose. Testing her readiness, I slide two fingers into her drenched pussy. “Fuck, my woman’s always wet and ready for me.”

“Yes,” she moans. Moving against my fingers, she reaches down to stroke my pulsing cock.

“I can’t wait any longer, Sunshine. I need to be inside of you.
Now
,” I say, pulling out my fingers and letting her watch me lick them clean.

Nina moans as I kiss her, letting her taste the tang of her own cream. She bends her knees, opening herself up to me even more. Then she guides the tip of my cock to her opening, and I push in slightly. Then I pull back out, teasing her.

“
Aaron
,” she admonishes, smacking my ass lightly with her small hands. I chuckle into her neck as I thrust hard, completely filling her tight pussy.

My woman moans and gasps, declaring, “Goddess, you feel good.”

I begin moving slowly, savoring the feeling of her pussy surrounding me. Nina wraps her legs around my waist and tilts her hips upward, taking me in deeper. We both moan with the increasing pleasure.

With one hand on the headboard holding myself up, I move more deliberately within her wet, fluttering pussy. I tease Nina’s breast with my other hand, squeezing it and rubbing her nipple roughly until it hardens. She’s gasping and moaning beneath me, scratching her nails into my back as she arches her own, losing herself in the moment.

“Don’t stop,” she pants out. Her pussy begins squeezing my cock as her orgasm rolls through her.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” I groan, feeling my balls tighten as I quicken our pace. Our bodies are slamming together now, and I’m only barely aware that the bedframe is banging against the wall.

My own release slams into the base of my spine and quickly spreads, wringing me dry. I continue to move, as the pleasure seems never ending. I don’t think I’ve ever come that much in one go. It’s a wonder that the condom hasn’t broken open by the sheer force and pressure.

Resting on my forearms, I drop my face into Nina’s neck and breathe in her warm, familiar scent, a mixture of sex, sweat, and
Sunshine
.

Perfect.

“I’m sorry about before. The thought of you with someone else just makes me crazy,” I whisper into her ear.

“Ditto.” She runs her hands along my body, sparking my excited nerves and making me shiver.

After disposing of the condom, we’re soon cuddled together under the blankets. Her head is resting on my chest, and her arm is wrapped tightly around my middle. I mindlessly play with her curls as we lay in a peaceful, comfortable silence.

Propping her chin up on my chest, Nina looks up at me. I can see the hesitation in her eyes as she asks, “What made you think I wanted to be with anyone else but you?”

“Nothing.” I say with a sigh, before rolling us over onto our sides and pulling Nina up to share my pillow. “We both have a past, one I’d rather not think about. But then I found out that you’d been with Arthur, and I just saw red.”

“Arthur meant nothing to me,” she states earnestly, before snuggling closer. “I’d much rather focus on you and our future.”

Our future.

Fuck, I hope we still have one when I tell her who I really am.

“It’s just you and me, Sunshine. We can have whatever kind of future you want—as long as it’s together,” I say, kissing her forehead.

“You make me happy, Aaron. I just want to be with you,” Nina whispers running her fingers through my hair, filling my heart with hope that she could possibly look past what I’ve done.

Maybe I could have a future with Nina.

“What kind of shampoo do you use?” Nina asks, as she continues to play with my hair.

“What?” I laugh, surprised by her ridiculous question.

“Your hair is so soft, I was wondering what products you use.” She says, still running her fingers through my hair and tucking it behind my ear.

“Whatever’s in the shower. I have no fuckin’ clue,” I chuckle into her hair, tucking her tightly under my body.

~ Nina ~

“The fan is on, but I still wouldn’t go in there for a while.” Aaron warns, shutting the bathroom door and making his way back to bed.

“Aaron,” I complain, scrunching up my nose in disgust.

“It’s not like I can help it,” he says defensively, pushing Russell down towards the end of the bed. He throws back the covers and slides in next to me.

“You could have if you hadn’t gorged yourself on the peanut butter ice cream and finally admit that you’re lactose intolerant,” I argue, turning my attention back to the photo of Russell rolling in a pile of mud that I’m editing on my laptop.

“It wasn’t the ice cream,” Aaron insists. I don’t have to look at him to know that he’s rolling his eyes in my direction as he grabs a book and makes himself comfortable. “Which
you
made for me, by the way.”

“Whatever,” I mutter, still focused on perfecting the light and shadows of the photograph.

We lay together on the sofa bed, with Russell keeping our feet warm, for several minutes in comfortable silence before I ask, “What are you reading?”

“Just a book on the genetics of dog breeding,” he says, before adding with a laugh, “I’m not sure I even understand half of what it’s saying.”

Looking over at him, I see his face adorably screwed up in a frown as he reads. “Wanna watch a movie on my laptop?”

Tossing the book back onto the floor, Aaron turns his head to look at me with a smile. “Is Aunt Flo still visiting?”

Once his words sink in and I realize what he’s asking, I completely lose it and start laughing like crazy, barely even able to speak. “Aunt Flo? Who says that?”

“What?” he chuckles innocently, unable to stop himself from joining in with my laughter. “That’s what Mom and Sarah always called it.”

Closing my computer and placing it onto the floor, I push back the covers slightly and crawl over to straddle Aaron’s chest.

Still giggling, I rest my forehead on his and say, “Don’t worry, she’ll leave in a couple of days, and you’ll have me all to yourself again.”

“Good.” Aaron slides his hand along my neck and cups the back of my head, bringing me into a gentle kiss.

“You know, there are other things we could do,” I inform him. Pulling back, I run my hands up and down his chest while I grind against him slowly.

Taking hold of my hips, Aaron pins me against his hardness. “I know, but it’s not the same as being completely surrounded by my Sunshine.”

“Well, if you hadn’t stunk up the bathroom, we could’ve taken a nice
long
,
hot
shower,” I tease in a sultry voice, wrapping my arms around his neck and trailing kisses along his jaw.

“Smartass,” Aaron mutters, smacking my bottom lightly before draping his long arms loosely around my body.

Resting my head on his chest, I relax against his body and snuggle into him with a sigh.

After I settle myself, he places a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you comfortable?” he chuckles softly, pulling the covers up higher around us.

“Very,” I sigh, melting into his warmth.

I could stay like this forever.

Over the past month and a half, Aaron and I have become nearly inseparable
—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
We spend a majority of our nights curled up on the sofa bed in Sarah’s basement. I can count the number of times I’ve woken up alone in my apartment or at my parents’ house on one hand. But when I did, I always received a good morning phone call.

Jordan made it abundantly clear that Aaron is no longer welcome to spend the night at the apartment. She says she doesn’t feel comfortable with a ‘strange man,’ staying over. On the one and only night he spent there, she made a big show of locking her bedroom door, like he was going to break in and attack her. I can understand, to a certain respect, why she’d feel uncomfortable. However, Becca vouched for Aaron,
and
he’s Richard’s best friend. It’s not like he’s some random guy I just picked up off the street and brought home.

Since Aaron and I have become
us
, we’ve been ice skating several more times, taken Russell on long walks in the snow, went on double dates with Becca and Richard, spent time at
St. Andrew’s
, eaten more ice cream sundaes—even though I’m convinced he’s lactose intolerant, babysat Harry together, curled up on the sofa or in bed to watch TV or read, and have spent an abundance of time getting to know each other’s likes and dislikes—
both inside and outside of the bedroom
.

I have yet to learn anything that I truly dislike about Aaron. Even the things that annoy me, like how he squeezes the toothpaste from the middle instead of the bottom, I find oddly adorable. Or how he refuses to buy his own hair elastics, preferring to steal mine when I’m not looking.

We are learning the strange little things about each other, too. Like how Aaron hordes the little condiment packages you get from restaurants: ketchup, mustard, jelly, honey, soy sauce, sweet and sour sauce, and the elusive mayonnaise ones. He has them stashed in the glove box of his truck,
and
in plastic bags in the kitchen. When I asked him why he collects them, he said, “They never give you enough when you really want them.”

Also, except for the purposes of having sex, he doesn’t like sharing a shower. And although he claims not to watch
Downton Abbey
, he somehow knows who all the characters are, and has very vocal opinions both on the dog, Isis, and on the storylines. Don’t even get him started on Mr. Bates and his wrongful conviction!

I had not been wrong in my first impression of Aaron, that he is absolutely wonderful. He’s supportive, sweet, kind, and giving. Every day, I look forward to learning something new about him, this man who I’m falling completely in love with. If I’m honest, I think I’m already a total goner.

Goddess, I hope he feels even a quarter of how I feel!

I have a gnawing worry in the pit of my stomach that Aaron doesn’t feel the same way I do. Or that he’s not falling as fast or as hard for me. And the way that he sometimes dodges personal questions make me think that he’s hiding something.

But that’s crazy, because we’ve been completely honest with each other.

Right?

“Did you want to catch up on
Downton Abbey
?” Aaron asks, breaking through my thoughts as he runs his hands lightly along my back. I giggle and nod my head against his chest.

~:~:~:~:~

On Thursday afternoon, Becca and I met up in our favorite café, waiting to have lunch with Jordan and Sarah.

“Are your parents still bitching that you haven’t brought Aaron home to meet them yet?” Becca asks, smirking from where she’s sitting next to me at the table.

“Yes!” I exclaim, having explained to her how my parents had been bugging me to meet the man that I can’t stop talking about. “I want them to meet him, but I think it’s a bit too early for that. I don’t want them—
my mom
—to be getting any ideas.”

Becca is laughing as Jordan comes jogging over to the table, looking harassed and out of breath.

“Sorry I’m late. I was just about to leave when my boss calls me into his office, saying he needs me to do something right then and there.” Jordan drops her purse on the floor with a
thud
, throws herself into the chair across from me in a dramatic huff, and begins to angrily pull off her scarf and coat.

The atmosphere at the table has shifted with Jordan’s arrival, as if we’d been hit by a sudden nor’easter.

“Hey, Jordan. How’ve you been?” Becca’s greeting sounds friendly, but I can tell that her smile is as forced as mine is. Illustrating why she’s such a great friend, she puts up with my other
friends
.

“Awful. My job sucks, and I have to go to
another
conference in Las Vegas next week. Because my boss could
literally
not survive without me.” Jordan says, exaggerating both how horrible life is and how great she is—as only she can.

“Are you ready to order?” the waitress asks, coming up and interrupting the awkward pause in conversation. She places the drinks Becca and I had ordered earlier in front of us with a smile.

“We’re actually still waiting for one more person.” I smile, tapping the placemat diagonally across from me.

“Who?” Jordan demands, and then adds aggressively, “You didn’t invite
him
did you?”

“I’ll give you a few minutes,” the waitress says, sensing the tension. She leaves quickly, before even taking a drink order from Jordan.

“Thank you.” Becca says kindly from where she’s sitting next to me, before reaching for her mocha.

“No. Sarah is coming,” I answer Jordan with a sigh.
So much for a pleasant lunch with my friends
. “We’re going to photograph venues this afternoon, so I thought I’d invite her.”

Over the past several weeks I’ve been helping Sarah out, learning how she runs her business. In return, she’s been helping me form a plan for marketing my photography. This morning—one of the handful where I didn’t wake up at her house—Sarah texted me, wondering if I’d photograph some venues for her. She has been redesigning her website recently, and wants to add some pictures of potential venues, taken by a professional photographer.
Not that I consider myself a professional, really.
I am pretty sure I need to start getting paid before I can earn that title.

“I thought Becca and I were here for an intervention,” Jordan says, crossing her arms against her chest.

“Don’t bring me into this,” Becca snaps angrily. “
You
may not like Aaron, but he’s my friend, and I think they’re perfect for each other.”

Having all of my friends get together had initially seemed like a great idea.
Clearly, I was dead wrong.
Becca and I had made our usual lunch plans, and I invited Jordan to come along, hoping it might thaw some of the cold shoulder she’d been giving me since Aaron and I had become a couple. I’d been surprised and pleased when she accepted the invitation.

“Did Nina tell you how weeks ago he forced his way into the apartment—”

“He did not! You answered the door!” I interrupt, not allowing her to characterize him in that way.

“Then he started yelling at her—”

She continues to rewrite the story, but I interrupt her again, not having any of it. “He was upset. Somehow he found out that I had hooked up with Arthur before we met, not that it was a secret or anything. But they are friends, and Aaron doesn’t like to share.”

“He’s scary possessive,” Jordan snaps.

“Richard told me about that. He and Arthur honestly thought that Aaron already knew,” Becca says, ignoring Jordan’s remark.

“It ended up being a good thing actually, because we both admitted that we wanted to be exclusive.” I smile at Becca, who’s been my ally all along when it comes Aaron.

Turning back to Jordan, I ask her the question that’s been on my mind for weeks. “What do you have against Aaron? I don’t understand why you don’t like him. He’s wicked supportive of my career, he treats me like a princess, and makes me happy.”

“There is something off about him, and he’s badly in need of a haircut.”

“I happen to like his hair.” I snap, and then add, “Why did you even bother coming to lunch today?”

“Because I thought your
friends
were going to talk some sense into you,” she says hotly, glaring at Becca, who she clearly sees as a traitor.

“You still haven’t answered my question. What is your problem with him?”

“Sorry I’m late,” Sarah says, interrupting our conversation and running up to the table with Harry on her hip. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought Harry. The babysitter canceled on me at the last minute.”

“Nee Nee,” Harry starts babbling and holding his arms out when he sees me. I stand up from my chair and happily take him from a flustered Sarah.

Last Friday, over breakfast, Harry had looked at me and started chanting ‘Nee Nee’ over and over again. At first we didn’t understand what he was trying to say. But it soon became adorably clear; to Harry, I am Nee Nee.

“Hey, handsome! Did you miss me?” I ask, sitting back down with him cuddled in my lap.

“How could he? You practically live at their house,” Jordan sneers, though she’s not wrong.

“Sarah, this is my roommate, Jordan. Jordan, this is Aaron’s sister, Sarah, and his nephew, Harry.” I make the proper introductions, in an attempt to dispel some of the awkwardness still hovering in the background.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Sarah says undeterred. Then she turns to Becca, and giving her a warm, one-armed hug says, “It’s good to see you, Becca.”

“You too. It’s been too long.”

“Can I get you something to drink?” the waitress asks, having returned upon seeing Sarah join our table.

“Yes. A Diet Coke with lime, please. And if you have a highchair, that would be great,” Sarah says.