Aftermath Book Two Crash Series

Chapter Thirty-Six

Mason

            Rage. It’s hard to shake when it’s dug too deep into your tissue, like cancer it spreads faster than you can tame it. It felt good, relieving even, to see my father’s limp hand and trembling lip as his pain tolerance lessoned and the adrenaline wore down.

            The second I got to my office I found myself once more restless and annoyed as Jaxson and Leo trailed me. Jaxson poured the first glass, my favorite Scotch went down easily as Jaxson threw good questions and accountability at my face. He was right but it wasn’t the time to hear it. My blood was still boiling, my muscles ready to snap.

            I wasn’t lying to Aria, there was no fight. There was only me hitting him and him taking it like the pathetic asshole he is. Couldn’t he have thrown one good punch? Gotten a few good moves in that challenged me? Even a little.

            I was tempted to ask Jaxson to spar as we used to when we were kids. But I was more tempted to pick a legit fight since the mother fucker couldn’t get the point. He just kept rambling on and lecturing me on why that was brilliantly stupid and everything that can and will happen because of it.

           How could I forget the twenty times he reminded me I needed to thank him for clearing the floor and covering for my ass. It was about that twentieth time that I growled and stood in my seat, my look was enough for him to understand my every thought. Every threat.

            That’s probably about the time the asshole called Aria. I would have told her. Later. When I wasn’t still foaming at the mouth ready for another fight. Suddenly there was her name on my screen and f**k me for being too weak to ignore it. When she demanded I come I was about ready to pummel Jaxson then and there for sport. But walking through the empty office with my focus shot I knew today was useless anyways and there's a way more productive way I can work off this energy.

            If we weren’t in the middle of her bakery, with paparazzi camped out front and the windows no longer having any construction paper covering them sp we were clearly visible, I would have dismissed the men and taken her there and everywhere in this building. But I didn’t need any pictures circulating around of my concerned fiancé inspecting me for wounds while my father is walking around with a cast on his wrist.

            Now I have her where I want her. Her office is much smaller than my own but for a woman whose kitchen is really her office, she has a pretty good setup going on.

            “If you’re doubting my badassery then I’ll have to remind you.” I tease her, smacking her ass before squeezing. I love the fistful I get, she’s not a stick of a woman, I love all her curves but she’s been losing weight. I would have thought a baker would gain weight when stressed but she’s lost a few inches. Her opening should settle her some and I make a mental note to start sending her daily lunches.

            Locking the door behind us, in case my mother is on her way, I don’t doubt it. I make my way through her office and around her desk. “I’ve seen you cry while watching My Girl, you are not a badass.” She shoves the whole flat of her hand up my ass crack and starts laughing like a f*****g hyena when my knees buckle.

            f*****g brat.

            Grabbing the edge of her desk I flip her over my shoulder and drop her on the edge. Her keyboard, mouse, and some random pens and paperclips are under her ass. Out of spite, I hope they’re digging in maybe that will teach her to organize her desk, and not talk s**t. She may be just as annoying as my brother but she’s much better to look at and I can f**k her where I’d just have to f**k Jaxson up.

            Her eyes are watering as she tries to wipe her face and calm her giggles. “That was uncalled for.” I pout as I try not to fall into her sweet trap. It’s so easy to feel nothing but peace and hope around her. She reminds me that there is always hope, in the darkest of times there’s some light, some happiness.

            She’s beautiful when she laughs, anytime really, but when she laughs my world stops. She’s everything I never knew I needed and perfectly unperfect. Our lives are so crazy or have been crazy almost since the moment we met that I’m stunned silent when we find ourselves a moment of peace.   

            Right now, right here I’m more settled than I’ve been. How can I have any rage left when she is before me. In her glory, flour stains, messy hair, and not a smudge of makeup. Her laughter is enough to peel the rage away so only we exist. Only us and our endless love.  

            After a long moment, just before she’s about to gather herself back up and start in on the questions I know she’s dying to ask, and a lecture similar to Jaxson’s I remember I’m supposed to be proving something, and she just insulted me. Or tried to, so what I cried during My Girl, doesn’t everyone?

            “I’m a badass with a sensitive side. Consider yourself lucky.” I move in quickly as I can I control her, us, this situation that we find ourselves in whenever we’re near. Knocking her knees apart with my leg I insert myself between hers. She likes it when I grab her by the back of her neck and I love it when she submits.

        Knowing her past her trust is more precious than I’ll ever really understand but I don’t damage it. I watch her closely for any signs of a trigger, they don’t come often during s*x or foreplay but sometimes we’ll get too close to a trigger she might not even know about until we're in the moment. Her shoulders sinking as her bliss turns bitter with memory and pain.

            That’s when I give her the control, control I don’t want to relinquish right now. More weary than usual, I grip her neck and arch her mouth to mine as I savagely kiss her. Her reply turns into a dirty moan that goes straight to my aching c**k. I need her.

            Her tongue tangles with mine, challenging me as I force her to comply. I accept the challenge wholeheartedly. She warps her fingers in my hair tugging the strands and pushing my head closer at the same time. She curves her body into mine, her heaving chest pushing into my own. I squeeze her neck a little tighter, applying enough pressure to have her moaning more.

            I hear her shoes drop to the ground a few seconds before her legs are wrapped around my waist, her feet digging into the back of my legs. She’s getting greedy and I love it. When I move my hand from her neck after a final squeeze she growls into my mouth before I tangle my fingers in her messy bun and tug her back farther. Her mouth rips from mine as I keep my head still only pulling hers further away but leaving her neck seductively open.

            The only way to make this better would be if we were both naked, but we will get there, right now she’s perfectly arched. Her warm p***y is pressed tightly against my thick c**k, with just enough wiggle room for the perfect amount of grinding to have her screaming my name in seconds. And I bet she does, scream for everyone to hear.

            No denying I’m a badass then.

            “I do,” the words come out in a moan, as her eyes grow wide, eager with anticipation. She’s panting her perky n*****s rub up against the fabric of my chest. My answering growl is as predatory as I feel. I’m twisted up with need and desire and thoroughly lost in her web, with only the illusion of control.

            “Do what?” Leaning in I latch on to her neck, right at her pulse point, sucking hard. She leans on one arm shifting her body enough to give us both the friction we crave. We both moan.

            “Consider myself lucky.” She uses her free hand to tug on the bottom of my shirt, freeing it from my pants so she can finally get it off like she’s wanted.

        “What if were both lucky?” I ask her between sloppy kisses on her neck. Her skin pebbles and she stays arched even as she works on riding me of my shirt, with no help from myself. Too lost in her body, her skin is salty, and she smells so sweet.

        She gets frustrated fast, giving up trying to pull my shirt up with one hand she puts her hand on my chest and shoves me back. My grin grows as I look at her again, her eyes are wild with passion and need and it sets me on fire.            

            We watch each other closely as we each undress as fast as we can. The need I feel is mirrored in her movements and heated gaze. She has to jump down from the desk to get her pants off which really is a shame, like I said she was arched beautifully. I’ll just have to see how close I can get her to the same position.

            She pretends to not inspect me with each piece of clothing that comes off but I don’t miss the movement of her eyes or the way her shoulders relax and her breath comes easier. It warms me to know she was worried and guilts me to know she heard it from Jaxson and not me.

        “I was going to tell you.” I walk to her when we’re both bare, cupping her cheek and leaning down so our foreheads touch. The heat and need are still there as is the temptation to take her savagely and without regret but I love her more. And right now I need her to know I wasn’t trying to hide anything from her.

            She looks away from me before leaning in and burring her face in my neck, her warm naked skin enveloping my own. I’ll never understand how she can feel so different, so amazing, and perfect. So vastly different than anyone before her. I never knew s*x could be this good, this meaningful yet still kinky. She satisfies my every need.

            She sucks on the valley of my neck and nods her head as her nails scratch at my back. I grab her by the ass and tug her up my body, lining her up perfectly where I need her as I walk her back to her desk. She keeps kissing and scratching as I set her down.

            She keeps her legs wrapped around me as I fit my arm in between us and push her back. “I couldn’t let him think it was okay.”

            Reaching up she cups my jaw, rubbing her fingers across my clean-shaven face. “I understand that Mase. But we promised we weren’t going to say anything.” I hear what she leaves unsaid, “It was the smartest move”. She’s right it was the smartest move to ignore the situation while we act rationally and gather information, but I’ve been rational too long and he went too far. He would have wondered and questioned why I was doing nothing, or if Aria told me anything at all. That would have driven him mad but I couldn’t as much as I tried.

            “He touched you Aria,” I growl out through clenched teeth. She’s watching me as her hands travel the length of my torso, her fingers tracing around each ridge of my ripped chest and abs. I work hard to keep myself in shape, I love that she appreciates it.

            Dropping my eyes below her face I reach out and cup her beautiful breast. She has a perfect handful, not too much and not too little with divine perky n*****s. Squeezing a little I pull her breast away from her body as I run my hand down to her n****e so I can twist it between my fingers. Her hand wraps around my c**k, jerking it roughly once and then twice before she uses her feet to aid her in shoving me inside her sweet entrance.

            “I took care of him myself.” She moans as I enter her with a sigh of relief. She feels incredible.

            Pushing her back farther I force her to grab onto my back for leverage and wrap her thighs tighter or she’ll be laying flat against her desk. I want her n*****s in my mouth and my c**k ramming into her, I need her chest up and her head back and p***y out as she takes me.

            “You did well yes.” I cant deny her that. Licking around her hardened n****e I tickle it with my teeth before sucking it into my mouth and massaging the rest of her breath with my hand. Her eyes are on me as I watch her watch me, but she’s struggling. Her eyes are rolling into the back of her head as I pound my hips into her sweet heat.

            Pulling my mouth away her n****e plops out of my mouth with a loud sound as I move to the other one so I can repeat. “I couldn’t let him think it was acceptable.”

            It takes her a moment through her panting and moaning, her cheeks are heated as her grip loosens and she becomes erratic. Sometimes when she gets close her hands start flying all over the place, like she isn't sure what to do with them, soon I’d like to tie her up and see how she does but for now she struggles with grabbing the desk, latching on to my arms or back, and throwing them above her head, successfully knocking everything off her desk, including her new computer monitor.

            She groans in annoyance but doesn’t stop. Her feet dig into my ass as she shoves her p***y against me as I push into her, our movements meeting in perfect harmony. “Mason….” She moans apparently giving up on our conversation, hopefully, the lecture too.

            “Aria.” Kissing up her chest and her neck I grip her hips and pull her down into me as I reach her mouth. Locking my mouth over hers and holding her glazed-over eyes I feel my chest skip a beat and my body settle like everything is right in the world and always will be as long as I have her.

            “I love you,” I moan out as I pull back and ram into her, her body shuffling higher and higher on her desk.

            “I love you so much,” She shouts her eyes going white as she throws her hands above her head and then into my hair. She pulls at me like a madwoman as I ram into her my thighs smacking into the metal of her desk, but I don’t care. I keep going, hard and harder until she screams my name and I c*m all over her stomach making her creamy skin creamier.

            Slouching on top of her I kiss along her cheek as she cups the back of my head and tickles my hairline. My rage is long forgotten thanks to her, I couldn’t be happier at this moment even knowing the darkness lurkes. I know beyond a shadow of doubt well get through it together.