Two Can Play (33 page)

His eyes rake over me as he comes to a stop in front of me.

“You like?”

“
Do I like
? You look way too hot to visit Mom. Let me get it all off you again,” he says in a heated voice. His hand tugging at my back zipper.

I give him a mock annoyed look, pushing his hand away. “Behave yourself for a minute, will you?”

“I can definitely behave myself for a minute, not sure about all afternoon, though.”

“
I take it you're changing when we get there?”

“
My mom's met me already, Kate, there's not much point smartening up. She knows I'm a slob.”

“
Aaron, please?” I appeal. I love him in his scruff stuff but I'd like us to look a little more matched than we are, if it's possible.

“
Okay...I'll get myself sorted, don't worry. I bought a suit and shirt with me, but it'll probably be creased like a rag as it's still screwed up in my holdall.”

“
You need taking in hand, boy,” I remonstrate with him.

“
I'm up for that.” He grins cheekily.

“
Will you stop it?” I smile.

“
I haven't started yet.” He hugs me tight around the waist and kisses my ear and neck. “You smell different...what the hell is it? Mm mm.”

“
Versace Yellow Diamond.”

“
Mmm, real nice, makes me wanna lick you even more...spray it everywhere when we get back.” His hot breath flows up and down my neck and then he kisses me again, with a long sigh against my mouth.

I move my head away, laughing. “I think we'd better go right now or we'll never get there, will we?”

I slip a little jacket on, to cover my unattractive plastered arm.

We finally get out of the door and walk to the plaza, crossing over, and heading for the area where the cabs line up. It's a five-minute taxi journey from there to his Mom's house apparently. I'm starting to get more than nervous. I'm meeting them all. I'm going to be on display like a goldfish in a bowl. I don't like being the center of attention. Still, at least I look as good as I can, while all eyes are on me.

We arrive at his place. I like the look of it at first glance. It's an elegant old building. Well maintained. Pots of flowers everywhere. He unlocks the door and ushers me inside. 

“
Go in.”

Beautiful... Classic...

My eyes sweep around, taking it all in. There's a heavy hint of lavender polish in the air and another lingering perfume. I'm admiring the ornate ceiling and carved stair rails when she appears.

“
Ah there you are, late as usual.” She smiles at us and hugs him, and then air kisses me. “Hello, Kate. Pleased to meet you. I'm Lorna.”

“
Pleased to meet you, too.”

“
Come in, we're all here.”

He takes my hand and smiles at me reassuringly as he leads me in.

The room is full of expensive, smart furniture and expensive smartly dressed women. I'm so pleased I have the Chanel on today as it blends in so well here.

There are two blondes, one brunette, his mother, and three little girls; one a young baby, asleep on one of the blonde's laps.

“This is Kate,” Aaron announces to the female gathering.

I receive a chorus of hellos. They sound pleasant enough. I “hello” back.

He proceeds to introduce me.

“
This is Isobel, her baby daughter Carly, and Lola, and her daughters, Molly and Daisy. This is Paula who likes to be different and hasn't produced a daughter.”

“
Aaron...will you shut up?” she says, rolling her eyes and laughing.

“
As you can see, there's way too many women in the family,” he continues.

I'm seeing a little bond here with Paula. They look quite similar, dark eyes and hair, like his dad, I'm guessing. The other two look like his blue-eyed mom. Younger versions of her. A little snooty looking.

No, be honest...a lot snooty looking.

I sit down and we look at each other awkwardly.

“I'm gonna go change, won't be long,” Aaron says disappearing out the door.  His mother starts the conversation asking what I do for a living and about my parents. I'm polite but deliberately vague. I don't want to go into everything right now.

After what seems like a few short minutes Isobel stands to leave and Lola follows her up.

“I'm sorry it's so brief, but we're on a flying visit. I'll have to catch you later, when it's not my mother-in-law's birthday. She's having a party that I'm due at in twenty minutes. Anyway, it's been nice to meet you, Kate.”

“
She's dropping me off I'm afraid, so I've got to go too,” Lola adds.

They kiss my cheek in passing and disappear with their small female tribe.

“Care for a glass of wine?” Paula asks me, launching up from the sofa and beckoning for me to follow her.

“
Just a small one would be nice, thanks.” It'll calm my nerves.

“
Come and choose which.”

I follow her out to the kitchen and remove my jacket. It's too warm to wear it any longer.

She opens the large American-style cooler and gestures inside.

“
Can I have a rosé, please,” I request, after a having a quick look.

She takes the bottle out and pours me a small glass and herself a much bigger one.

“There you go. So, what's with the arm?”

“
Couldn't handle my new high heels. I fell down some steps.”

“
Ouch, that sounds like a real bad trip.”

“
Yeah, a trip I don't want to repeat,” I agree with a laugh.

“
I must say I'm very impressed with you, Kate. How the hell d'you tame wild boy?”

“
I beat him up,” I snigger. The thought of me beating Aaron up is hilarious.

“
You must have done. Jeez, it's a miracle.”

“
Awww, don't, he's such a sweetheart.”

“
Yeah, how about that? He's been pure gold lately. I guess he's finally turned the decent-human-being corner. Did you have to drag him kicking and screaming around it?”

She laughs at her own little joke and I laugh with her.

Not entirely fair, I feel. But then again, I don't really know what he was like before he met me. Maybe I'll coax all that out of him. Discover what his uncommitted no-relationship life was really like. Or do I want to go there? It might be best not to know.

“
What d'you think? Do I need a some pressing or will I do?” His voice comes from behind me, interrupting my thoughts. I turn to look.

SO Mr. Got It All.

I'm about to pass out with smart-man lust.

“
You'll do,” Paula replies on my behalf. Which is just as well, because I really can't speak right now.

The darkest blue suit, palest blue shirt, the sexiest tie I've ever seen, which is kinda messily done up. His lean waist and broad shoulders are accentuated by the perfect tailoring. I'm fainting...my head's muzzy and lights are flashing in my eyes. 

Definitely love and lust struck.

“
Oh yeah...you'll do all right,” I hear myself mutter, breathlessly.

I'm swept into his arms and receive a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. I suck in a deep breath and smile like a besotted idiot. He's drenched in something ethereal. Something new. I sniff it in hungrily, in a state of rapture.

He whispers in my ear. “I still wanna get that dress off you, baby.”

I laugh and get my breathing going in a proper rhythm again.

God, we're a right pair of sexed-up lovers.

“
Phew, I'm drowning in an avalanche of hormones. I'm off,” Paula says with a grin. She leaves the kitchen, and us alone.

“
I love you, baby.” I kiss him like mad. “God, you look soooo hot!”

“
This is the other me. I'm really smart, aren’t I?”

“
I wanna jump you.”

“
Come upstairs and you can.”

“
No!”

“
Come up to my room,” he says with a wicked grin.

“
But they'll know,” I gesture toward the living room.

“
I'll tell Mom we're having some private 'us' time.”

“
You will not.”

He stares at me in amusement.

“I wouldn't embarrass you like that, Kate.”

“
Oh good, because I was wondering for a minute.”

“
I'll tell her you want to see the house and my room, that's all. Come on. Ten little minutes on our own.”

I take his hand and he pokes his head in the living room, saying, “Back in a few minutes, giving Kate a tour.” and then leads me upstairs, to his place, locking the door behind him.

I take a quick look around. Large bedroom, small kitchen, neat bathroom. Basic but nice.

“
Finished looking around?”

“
I guess.” I smile at him.

I lean against the bedroom doorframe as he approaches me. “So...you like what you see?” he says with a smile, as his eyes lock onto mine. So dark brown and beautiful. My heart lurches with a real pain. I don't think I could ever love anyone more than him.

“I
love
what I see,” I say with a sigh.

“
And I love what I see. Let me see some more.”

His hand reaches behind and unzips me, pushing my dress off my shoulders.

My dress slips to the floor. His eyes rake me over as I stand there in my very beautiful and highly expensive, lacy black underwear.

“
We don't want to crease that suit and shirt any more than it is already, do we?” I say, taking off his things carefully, and undoing his pants and tugging them down. I place them neatly on his chair and turn. Suddenly, we're in a mad rush to the final bits off. He drags my panties off impatiently. I start to undo my bra, but he stops me.

“
Leave that and your shoes on,” he growls out, pulling me to him.

“
Oh, baby, this is so damn hot.”

I'm soaking wet. It's oozing down my thigh.

One look at him in the buff is all it takes for me to start flowing like a river. I reach up, to touch his face. I'm dying to lick every part of him.

He holds me at arm’s length, staring. We're breathing heavily, dying for each other. I wonder if it'll ever end. This mad craving we have. It's too strong. Mind blowing. All consuming. “I can't live without you, Kate.” He places his hand on my heart.

“I feel the same.” I place my hand on his.

I pull him in roughly and kiss him passionately.

His tongue plays with mine, lapping back and forth, ’round and ’round. His hands slam me close, grinding my hips into his. Rubbing his hard cock around my stomach. The heat's rising like a sheet of flame between us as I push my leg between his and rub my hot and very wet pussy against his thigh enthusiastically. I slide around, marking him with my scent, like a bitch staking her claim on the alpha dog. I want to rub myself everywhere, soaking every inch of his skin with me, all over his face...