The Ahern Brothers Collection - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,67
me eased my fears. Tonight was better than I imagined. It ended on a nice note, until he excused himself and left for his room.
“Tonight, I’ll sleep in my bedroom,” he said, his face somber. His magnetic blue eyes though were two pools of desire.
He left me confused as fuck and wishing for a lot more. How can he expect me to be apart from him after that kiss, after he touched me?
As I told him, he gave me a little piece of myself back. In exchange, he took away a piece of my heart.
How can he just leave as if nothing’s transpired between us?
I hoped that after what happened he’d stayed in bed with me. Once I was done crying with pleasure, I still wanted more. He promised that the next time he’d lick me dry, said it right after he sucked on his wet fingers.
Instead of staying next to me and cuddling, he left.
Stop thinking so hard, Abby. He’s a gentleman. Wes always keeps his word. If he said he’d take it slow, let him take it slow.
I start my nightly routine: a shower, followed by brushing my teeth, and putting on my pajamas. Once I’m done, I turn off my bedroom lights and make sure that all my nightlights are working. That’s when I hear the loud music.
“What the hell, Ahern?”
Why is he listening to Nine Inch Nails and so loud? Love that song, but “Closer” isn’t what I want to listen to while I’m trying to fall asleep. I ignore the music and start counting, but I swear that I can hear him grunting.
“That’s it. You’re not going to take away my little bliss and keep me awake all night with your noise and that music.”
I make my way over to his bedroom, ready to give him a piece of my mind. The light in his bedroom is on and the door is half-way open. As I’m about to open it wide, I spot him. He’s totally naked. His eyes are closed, one hand leans against the wall, and the other holds his dick.
My eyes open wide and though I’m aware that I should be walking away, I don’t move. I’ve seen him wearing swimming trunks and often admired his taut body, those long, muscular legs and his toned ass. I get a peek of his defined torso which is glistening with sweat. And those fingers, the same fingers that were inside me only minutes ago are now working his shaft.
His cock is long and thick. My legs shake as my core begins to throb with want. The music and his grunts are making me want more. I want to step into his room and help him get off. Would I be able to take him in my mouth? I’ve never done it, but right now, I’m fantasizing about doing it. What would it be like to suck his cock? The song switches to an old pop song that I hate, “Call Me Maybe.”
Suddenly I’m not in Tahoe, but in my old house. A man hovers over Ava who is on her knees crying. My heart thuds so loud it muffles the music. I stand, paralyzed with fear. My muscles cramp. I’m unable to move as I watch Ava being tortured by a man while her father yells at her and her brother holds a video camera. But then, it’s not her. It’s me in the corner.
“Take it, bitch,” Corbin commands. “I said take it.”
“I won’t do it, you can’t force me,” I cry my lungs out and scream. “This time you won’t catch me.”
I run fast, flying out of the house but not before I grab the car keys. He’s close, I can feel him. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I run away from everything. This time they won’t get to me. Distance is all that matters. I sure as hell won’t stop for anything. I turn on the engine, push the gas pedal twice. The roaring sound promises that I can be far away and safe.
“Abby!” I jolt when I hear my name. It’s Wes knocking on the window with both fists, desperately.
“Open the door. What’s happening?”
His wide eyes observe me, filled with worry and fear. I swallow not knowing what’s happening. Why did I react without thinking of where I really was? I am losing my grasp of reality.
“It’s okay,” he reassures me. “Turn off the engine and open the door. It’s me.”