Chapter 6

Six

Willow

" I 've been saving myself all for you, Aron. Would you like to give me another one of my firsts?"

Heat rolls off Aron like it is a live thing.

The man I've been lusting after since forever, has just shot his cum down my throat. With the taste of him still on my tongue, I can see he wants more and I'm counting on that to be true. Because I need more. I need him, all of him.

His breathing grows shallow. He glares at me in his sexy beast way from beneath hooded eyes and those thick lashes of his make the broody look all the sexier.

Aron has already shown me how much he wants what I want. I think finally I've broken through this wall he's put between us. I understand he's worked hard to get where he is, but it's not like I'm some kid working through puppy love. I'm a grown adult, in college, working my way through every class I need to be the best dancer I can be. But truth be told, and I've never whispered this to another soul—I don't care about the dancing. It's a means to an end. To be near Aron. It placed me in New York City. Now the rest is up to me and damn it, I'm gripping my real dream with both hands and never letting go.

Seeing him so relaxed fills me with pride. He spends half his life killing himself at the hospital. As far as I am concerned, his days of sacrificing for everyone else ends right here. Now. In his bed.

And if freeing him from his overactive sense of obligation to everyone in the world ends with me getting an orgasm or seven, so be it.

I can't fight the grin breaking free. Giddy joy bubbles up inside me at finally being able to show Aron my true feelings without fear of having them tossed back in my face.

It occurred to me about five minutes after I ran out on him all those years ago that maybe he hadn't intended to scare me away. He might have sincerely been trying to tell me his true feelings and I'd run away like the frightened little girl I'd been.

But I might be inexperienced, but years as a professional dancer shredded a good portion of my naiveté. And what once frightened me fills my dreams at night. A family. Aron. Us. I want all three. I knew as a little girl I always wanted a large family. And who says I have to be a certain age before I can find my happily-ever-after?

Thinking back, I wish I had been stronger and stood up for what I wanted back then. I wasted a year of happiness for us because as soon as I hit New York I chickened out again. I hadn't known how to patch things up with Aron. Not until a mugger knocked me down and sent me running straight into his arms.

I laugh at myself and throw my arms around his neck, pressing kisses to his jaw and up along his cheek until I reached his ear. "Wanna know something else? I've never had a man go down on me either. I need your mouth on my pussy."

He growls a sexy deep sound deep in his chest at my huskily whispered words. And suddenly, my playfulness is gone, and I realize the truth of my own words. My pussy aches in a way I've never felt before. If I don't get his mouth on me soon, I'm going to explode.

And it seems he feels the same way. Suddenly I'm flat on my back, his hands sliding down my body. My breath comes in short pants and I whimper at feeling a little frantic at the promise of his mouth on my dripping wet pussy.

My legs fall open to accommodate his broad shoulders.

His fingers trace over the dips between my hips, his thumbs stroking so close to where I need his attention most. My belly quivers, my breathing coming in tight pants of need.

"I can feel your heat, baby," Aron husks, his warm breath teasing my center.

"Please, Aron." I raise my hips as I beg, rising up to meet his mouth. Anticipation thrums through me and I dig my fingers into his soft sheets, my toes curling.

Just as he begins to lower his mouth to me, his phone rang on the nightstand.

Strong fingers spread my honey-covered folds and it's then I realize a faint shrill cutting through my lust-fogged brain.

Aron groans and shoves to his feet, a look of irritation plastered on his face.

"No," I protest, arching into him, unwilling to give up the promise of his mouth. "Do not answer that."

The ringing stops and I drop back to the bed in relief. I wrap my ankles around his shoulders and pray that's the last interruption.

It's not.

Aron brushes a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh and my limbs start to shake. He leans in closer, "You have a pretty pussy, baby, so fucking pink. So fucking suckable." He drags his tongue through my juices and swirls the tip around my nub. Shocks of pleasure course through me and I have my fingers buried in his hair, holding him to the sweet spot instantly.

Beside us, his phone beeped signaling a voicemail.

No!

I slip a finger to tease over my clit and stroke myself. I'm burning so hot, so fast I need relief and I need him to see how much I need his mouth on me.

But his phone rings again and I can see his attention faltering. This time with the sound of an incoming text message pings off the walls.

Before I have another chance at protesting, he reaches for his phone with an apologetic kiss to my forehead.

Cold much.

"Sorry, beautiful, it could be the hospital. I can't let a call go unanswered."

Gooey warmth rushes through me at his use of the endearment, so unlike anything I'd expect to come out of the mouth of my titanium-hearted doctor. But damn it, I'd been this close to getting my orgasm.

Holding me close to his hard chest, he thumbs the accept button and puts the phone to his ear, his face inches from mine, close enough that I could lift up and capture his mouth with my own.

So I did. And there for a minute, he loses himself in my taste and me in his.

But those few stolen seconds are gone just as fast. He breaks away and growls out a cold, "Hello."

"Aron?" The sound of the woman on the other end of the line comes through to me clear as a bell.

Aron's eyelids drift closed for a brief moment before he opens them again and stares down at me.

"Melissa."

"Hey, baby."

Wow. He has a really good speaker on that thing.

My head cocks and I mouth baby back at him, my brows playing in my hairline no doubt.

"What do you need?"

"You, baby. I need you."

What the ever-holy hell. My heart rate starts to climb and the heat rushing through my veins right now has absolutely nada to do with the kinky shit we were about to do.

I press at his shoulders for him to let me up, but his arms tighten instead.

I narrow my eyes and at least he has the common sense to grimace, hopefully realizing exactly what it sounds like to me being the woman pinned under him, his cock between my legs while another woman's name is on his lips.

"I'm so sorry."

Since he's no longer looking down at me, I assume he is talking to the woman and is about to make an excuse to hang up so we could get back to what we'd started.

No dice.

He rolls off me with a heavy sigh, the cool air of the room now my unwanted companion. And then it dawns on me. He stands, his glorious naked and very hard body on full display. Cupping a hand over the bottom of the phone shoots me an apologetic, "I have to take this."

I bet you do.

Since it was not Doctor Hamilton, we need you in OR instead of the hey, baby I need you coming through the phone's speaker it's safe to say the ire I'm feeling is founded on a solid foundation of pure white-hot jealousy and hurt.

I got so distracted from all the there's-been-no-other-man part of the conversation I forgot entirely about the other side to that equation.

The prick!

I sit up in bed and watch him turn and walk away from me.

Well then. My mouth rocks open on a hinge as his broad back and firm, tight, delectable ass disappears with the soft click of the bathroom door shutting behind him.

What the fuck? I peel myself from his bed, the heat of anger boiling my blood, spurring me on. Fumbling around for my clothes in the dark isn't the best-laid plans. It wastes a hell of a lot of time but I finally find what I'm looking for and shove my arms through the holes in my top and then yank it over me.

I mentally take back every nice thought or feeling I've ever had about the asshat in the other room. That man had me under him. Naked. And while I am a virgin, I am also someone who makes a living from my body. I've spent a lifetime keeping it in peak condition and there are a lot of men around me who would gladly pop my cherry. Why for God's sake did I hold out for someone who can toss me aside so easily?

I'm so angry I want to scream, but instead, I bottle that shit up and quark it for later.

He wants to ignore my perky tits, my strong thighs and most of all, my warm, willing and primed virgin pussy? Fine.

He left me cold and naked and unsatisfied in his bed. That's on him all so he could take a call from another woman?

No way. Hurt burns at the fringes of my heart. I scramble around the room, trying to find my last boot as fast as I can, afraid he'll come out of the bathroom before I have a chance to escape. Bingo! I shove my feet into my boots and zip up, leaving my bra and panties behind, tangled in his sheets.

I race to the front door and move to the elevator as fast as my legs carry me. For an instant I toy with the idea of taking his car, but I reject it immediately. I'd rather risk getting mugged again than trying to find a parking spot in this city. Besides he has no reason to come after me now. Better to end things this way. At least he got a blowjob out of it.

I find my way to the main street and start a slow jog toward the closest subway station.

I shove the memory of the mugging that had landed me in the hospital and in Aron's arms in the first place. If a mugger wants to mess with me now, he'll be as sorry as Aron when he finally realizes all he lost tonight.