Chapter 11
Aaron - Day 19
The next daywent by in a blur. My job, which was twenty-five miles away from my house, had thankfully kept me away from Megan, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to fuck her. By nightfall, I’d become a crazed monster again, even crazier than I already was.
We sat at my table, eating quietly. She’d avoided me most of the evening, but while sitting in front of me with my eyes locked on her, she couldn’t avoid my predatory gaze any longer. I’d barely touched my food. I’d watch her stare up at me and try to pretend like our sexual chemistry wasn’t burning my damn house down to the ground.
I couldn’t for the life of me keep my fucking eyes off her. The only sounds in the room came from our silverware clinking and her phone spilling a musical mix into the atmosphere. She’d made meatloaf, which was good, but my desire for her overwhelmed my ability to enjoy the meal.
I tried. I promise, I fucking tried, but I couldn’t take the anticipation anymore.
I released a loud growl that frightened Megan to the point that she placed her hand over her heart and stared at me like I’d lost my damn mind. I stood over her, and like a fucking madman, brushed our unfinished meals out of the way.
My glare remained locked on her as she watched the table’s contents hit the floor, clinking and shattering. I reached into my back pocket and came out with a sleeve of condoms and slapped them on top of the table where her plate used to be.
Megan stared up at me. Those big flirty eyes of hers were wide and her body frozen. I didn’t know if she was frozen in fear or lust at this point. Hell, I didn’t give a flying fuck. She’d masterfully seduced me whether she’d meant to or not.
“I can’t fucking take it anymore, Megan. Can I fuck you or what?”
She stared at me, motionless and stunned. One of her hands cupped her open mouth. The other remained over her heaving chest. She glanced around at the mess I’d made of our dinner before her gaze landed back on mine.
At this point, I was so fucking hot and bothered, my left eye was twitching. It usually only got this way when I was extremely pissed, ready to kick someone’s ass, or right before I murdered someone.
In this case, it had started to twitch because I hadn’t fucked a woman in four damn months, and being around Megan had lit an inferno within me. I might have been an asshole biker, but even I had standards. I didn’t touch any of the women in my neck of the woods with a fucking ten-foot pole.
I’d heard the whispers about what they said about me behind my back. “Aaron acts like he’s too good for any of the women in Copper County. We ain’t good enough for him.”
Fucking right! I’d rather beat my shit off than stick it in any of that nasty trash that hung around, throwing their pussy at anything with a swinging dick.
Megan was different. I’d noticed it the moment I saw her. She was one of those good girls who could be swayed to do some bad shit if she met the right man. And the right one was me.
Megan hadn’t answered my question, but despite how crazy she was causing me to act, I’d had enough of my senses left to ask for permission first.
“Megan!”
My shout caused her to jump and bump the table.
She was taking too damn long to answer me, but I couldn’t force myself on her. I wouldn’t. It was the one line I refused to cross although she had me acting like a ferocious animal because I wanted her so fucking bad. I was sure I hadn’t misread that she wanted me yesterday when I’d pinned her on the countertop.
“Megan, I’m waiting for an answer.”
She shook her head and, “Yes,” finally tumbled softly from her lips.
That was all I needed to know. I’d intended to take her on the table, but that wasn’t going to be good enough. If she was half as good as I suspected, I was going to need my bed because I didn’t intend to stop fucking her until she or I or the both of us ended up passed the fuck out.
After slapping my hand on the package of condoms, I gripped Megan’s wrist and yanked her from her seat. Before I realized what I was doing, I’d snatched her up, and my other hand was under her thigh, lifting her. I slung her clean across my shoulder and carried her caveman style up the back stairs with swift purpose.
Everything seemed to be in my fucking way. I bumped the small table in the hallway that led to my bedroom and the lamp that sat on top of it fell sideways and landed against the wall. It didn’t fall to the floor, but it sat there leaning against the wall.
My shoulder brushed the large painting that hung on the hallway wall, and it slipped off one of the hooks and clung to the wall, barely hanging on to the last hook. All the while, Megan’s warm, soft body rested over my shoulder, her heavy breaths mixed with my hasty steps as I marched us closer to my destination.
I tore through my bedroom door, making it collide into the wall with a loud thud before it swung back our way. I tapped it open with the toe of my boot to keep it out of my way and didn’t bother to close it as I moved closer to my bed.
Megan hung draped over my shoulder like a human scarf. I liked that she didn’t complain, or fight, or try to wiggle free. It was more of the confirmation I needed that she was on board with what was about to happen. That tempting round ass of hers that I’d been eyeballing since day one was right next to my mouth.
Unable to resist the temptation, I turned my head and clinched a good chunk of it between my teeth. The small yelp Megan released after I bit her on the ass made me grin before I slung her onto my bed. The condoms landed next to her, and I was unable to stop my eager hands from skimming over her chest.
“Do you need to piss?”