Inevitable

Emma 

A few hours had passed, but my head was still light from all the orgasms I got from Liam eating me out in the kitchen. He went on and on with it until my knees gave out, yet he didn’t stop. The entire time I cooked, he couldn’t keep his hands and mouth off of my body. For two fucking hours, he kissed, squeezed, fondled, and would spread my legs apart to suck my pussy. 

I began arranging dinner into a serving tray, my legs were still wobbly so I sat on the countertop because I could barely hold my feet on the ground.

I surrounded the now golden brown and crispy chicken with veggies and fries, sprinkling fresh parsley on top to give it that professional look. 

There was nothing special about eating together, so I didn’t quite understand the need to do it. We didn’t connect much as a family. No matter how hard our parents tried to push it, it just never worked. 

I was giving the food tray a finishing touch, making sure everything looked perfect when I heard the heavy, sure footsteps of one of the men who drove me crazy without even trying. For some reason,  my instinct told me it was Aiden, and I was right. 

He walked in, his pink lips, slightly curved up at one side in the sexiest smirk, “Gosh! It smells so nice in here.”

My eyes twinkled on their own accord, and a soft smile played on my face as I watched him pick fries on the tray and take a bite.

“What do you think?” I asked as I waited in anticipation as if his review mattered. 

He nodded as he savored it, “Tastes good,” he said. “It’s crispy, just how I like it.”

God, his voice. How many times had I imagined him grunting my name while he tore me apart with his thick cock? His voice sounded darker and sexier now. The stubbles that were now doting his jawline made him look more manly. 

As fine as he was from a distance, he was even more gorgeous up close. His brown hair was neatly pulled back like he’d been running his fingers through it. His strong jaw and angular nose only added to the whole effect, which is a freaking Roman statue. I mean, he was damn chiseled alright.

“So how have you been? Still wrangling with the horses, huh?” He asked and I nodded my head yes. 

His eyes raked over my body, and I suddenly felt hot and uncomfortable. “Damn.” His voice was low and dark, taking in my cropped t-shirt, my jean shorts, and my boots. His eyes came back to look into mine, “You look super hot.” 

I had to look away at his compliment. I dressed this way for them, and I was happy it got their attention, but this was too much and I was suddenly shy around him. 

He reached for my chin and tipped my face up. “Shame all these are hidden behind these Useless mountains.”

“I love it here,” I whispered. “You know that I love it here.” My voice was more defensive than I meant it to be, but I couldn’t help it. Everything about this man was keeping me on edge. 

“Is that so?” He studied me as he leaned down. I held firmly onto the edge of the countertop as all 6.5 feet of him bowed toward me, crowding me, and making it impossible to breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut as his mouth hovered just above mine, his breath tickling my skin. Just when I thought he was going to kiss me, Aiden whispered, “Too bad then. I could have had a lot of fun teaching you all the bad stuff in New York.”

They had once asked me to come with them to New York to pursue my cooking career. I loved to cook. If there was anything else I enjoyed doing aside from ranching, it was playing with my grandma's recipes. 

I’ve been told of the many opportunities behind Bigbull Valley. My Mom had once told me that I worry too much about the horses. In her words, ‘There is a whole new world out there, Emma. Do not bury your dreams in this place.’ But to me, there was no better place than here.  

It’s where I grew up. My entire fucking life was in this place. I had to keep the family ranch going no matter what. It held memories I didn’t want to leave behind.  

My throat bulbs as I swallow hard, opening my eyes to meet his. “But you can teach me all the bad stuff right here.” My lips parted and I tilted my head up, knowing exactly what I wanted him to teach me. 

Aiden gave a mischievous grin, his eyes dart down to my lips before meeting my gaze again. “You are a bad girl, aren’t you, Emma?” He asked as he reached out to gently rub the side of my face with the back of his hand, sending a series of electric jots down my spine. “Tell me what you want from me, Em.” 

He moved from the side of my face, down my neck, his thumb swirling over my pulse point. A soft, trembling moan fell from my lips, making him growl. 

I felt his fingers weave into my hair as he pulled my head back, exposing my neck to him. Aiden surprised me by leaning forward again and ghosting his lips over my temple and down my jaw, nipping at a sensitive spot beneath my ear. I whimpered when his teeth grazed over the skin of my neck.

He scraped his teeth along a line from my jaw to my chin. Then he lifted his head and looked me right in the eye as he sucked my bottom lip between his mouth, “Tell me.”

“I…I want…” I trailed off, unable to put into words what I wanted from him. What I needed from him. 

My body trembled as he groaned and nibbled down my neck, sucking on my collarbone. “Say it, Emma. You can tell me anything.”

There were so many things I wanted to tell him, but the words got stuck in my throat. My thoughts were so filthy and so wrong. Like how I wanted him to pin me down and fuck me raw and hard until I could only crawl, even though my pussy was sore from his brother furiously lashing his dangerous tongue on my cunt.

Just then, Mom came crashing into the house, flinging the door open as she kept laughing. 

“Careful Grace,” Mr. Hasting said, followed by a tumbling sound on the sofa. 

“Come on, Paul, you know you can kiss me, right? The children won’t mind.” I was sure she had gotten drunk from some cheap whisky. “Fuck me.” She said, and I heard the sound of clothes ripping apart. “You don’t want to?” She paused for a while before bursting into another wave of laughter. “You are such a pussy. Come here!"

“Let go of me." Paul warned, “I said stop.” His words were muffled up by a kissing sound. “Grace, I said… stooop!”

Aiden and I exchanged a knowing look and we stifled out a laugh.  

Luckily, they couldn’t see us from where they were fondling, but Aiden and I had jumped apart all the same. 

He stood up, clearing his throat and glancing at me. I was practically trembling from the way he was handling me. What would have happened if our parents hadn’t shown up?

“We’ll continue this later,” he whispered, holding my gaze for a brief wonderful moment before leaving me a panting, horny mess in the kitchen.