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  We come together in a mess of limbs and frenzied movements. Neither of us is willing to take the time for intense foreplay. As soon as he’s stretched, I enter him to the hilt. With each brush of his hands on my sensitive body, my pleasure is heightened, causing my thrusting hips to speed toward our inevitable goal.

  Aaron is reaching his peak and I’m thankful because it’s been too long. I will never get enough of this man. His hips meet each of my lunges greedily.

  “Oh fuck!” He growls, and comes all over our stomachs.

  His muscles tensing around me shoot me over the edge, and I come at almost the same time, the sounds muffled against his shoulder.

  Lying there panting, I barely have the energy to clean us up before collapsing next to him.

  Sighing happily, Aaron says, “Finally.”

  I chuckle a little. “Yes, fuckin’ finally.”

  Curling up together, I make sure we’re covered and then turn out the light. We both doze off, satisfied and exhausted.

  Chapter 13

  I WAKE up to the most awesome feeling, one of my favorites: Aaron sucking my cock.

  I moan. “Oh fuck, Aaron.”

  He sits up and gives me a sexy-as-fuck smirk, then scoots himself up until he is straddling my face. Oh fuck, yes. Such a gorgeous ass. Quickly, he engulfs me again, and I’m taken back into his hot mouth. Grunting, I grab two handfuls of that luscious ass and spread them. I’ve yet to have the pleasure of tasting him here, but now seems the perfect time.

  Trying to focus on giving him as much pleasure as he’s giving me, I tease his hole with my thumbs while the tip of my tongue circles his entrance. Whimpering, he shoves his ass farther in my face, begging for more. That’s fucking right. I want more too.

  We dig in and take our time mutually worshiping each other with little licks and teases. My fingers trail up and down his back and ass while his hands trace the muscles in my thighs and play with my balls. With each plunge of his mouth on me, and every dive of my tongue in him, we’re pushed closer to the brink until we can’t hold off any longer. Finally we’re lying there high off the endorphins pinging throughout our bodies from our orgasms.

  Sighing in satisfaction, we both slump on the bed. “Mmmm, good morning to you too, Aaron.”

  He’s panting, looking like he’s run a marathon. A sheen of sweat covers him as he lies on the bed with his eyes closed.

  “Uh-huh, yep, I can agree with that. Gooood morning.” Then he glances up at me, those green eyes shining with curiosity. “So, what is it you have planned for the day? All I know is we’re going on another date. Are you going to tell me where?”

  It has been several weeks since our first date. Even with the fear of heights and my embarrassment, I thought it went well. Work has been hectic, and I haven’t had the chance to take him out again.

  Sam’s boys have been causing more trouble lately. The fact that the local gang tagged our building led people to believe they didn’t need to pay on their loans anymore, so I have been having to send my men out to deal with the assholes. Some I deal with personally, mainly if they are large loans.

  Sam has been dumb enough to send out a statement of sorts to the neighborhood, saying the Everson family’s days in power are numbered. So Thomas, hearing of this, has had us out in force lately, showing any fuckers we are still here and just as deadly. I hate every minute of it, but as I’ve said before, it’s my lot in life and I need to deal.

  So, no matter what, tonight I am going to take my man out. He’s been growing more confident lately, trying short trips out by himself, but the nerves are still eating at him. I think what I have planned for tonight will help.

  Tristan and I have been talking about Aaron and how the feeling of being helpless is bothering him. Together, we’ve come up with a strategy to give him back his mettle. I am going to train him in self-defense. First, I’m going to teach him how to handle and shoot a gun, then how to nail the fucker who has him good, and then run.

  I’m not sure how Aaron will take to the idea. I like to think he’ll feel empowered, but I don’t want him to assume I’m trying to change him or mold him to fit into my life. All I can do is try this tonight, then propose the rest and see where it goes. If he doesn’t like the idea, I won’t push. If I know him, though, he will at least try what I have planned.

  Aaron straddles me, looking mischievous. “So, are you going to tell me or not?”

  With that asked, he begins tickling my sides. Giggling like a damn schoolgirl, I squirm and toss him on his back, holding the offending hands over his head. Stunned by the sudden switch in position, he stares at me. Before he can say anything, I give him a quick peck on the lips.

  I try and hide my apprehension as I answer. “I’m taking you to a shooting range tonight.”

  His eyes widen a little in surprise, and then he gets a sexy smirk on his face. “You mean I get to watch you shoot tonight? Is it wrong I find that hot as hell?”

  Well, this is a little shock, but he’s not lying. His cock under me twitches and swells a little.

  “I’m glad you approve of seeing me with a weapon, but I’m talking about you handling a gun tonight. I’ll teach you, of course. What do you think? If you don’t like the idea, we can always go somewhere else.” As I finish rambling, I realize my nerves have gotten the better of me.

  Aaron peers up at me with doubtful eyes, and removing his hands from my loose hold, he runs them down my chest. “Are you sure you want to teach me? I mean, I’d like to learn, but I’d never even seen a real gun before that day at Sam’s. They’ve always been fascinating to me, though after what happened with Adam, they scare me. I’m not sure how I will feel holding one, let alone firing it.”

  “See, that’s why I think it’s a good idea. You can take some of the mystery out of it, and if you like it, you can get a license to carry. Maybe it will make you feel more in control and protected,” I say hopefully.

  “Hmm, maybe. I’ll at least give it a try. It could be fun, I guess. I don’t know about the carrying thing, though. I mean, I’m not all badass like you. I’ll probably shoot myself in the foot, or the neighbor’s cat by accident.”

  I laugh hard at that, my mind playing insane scenarios of Aaron trying to hide the fact he has shot the neighbor’s annoying cat by “accident.”

  “I’m badass huh? And you’re crazy if you think I won’t teach you to carry it safely. That’s the whole point of taking you. That, and it’s fun.”

  Dumbfounded, he gasps, “‘Fun?’”

  “Oh, you are in for a surprise. You have to experience it to enjoy the rush. Besides, we’re men so we like to shoot and blow shit up, it’s what we do.”

  Rolling his eyes and snorting, he says, “True.”

  “I rented out the place so you won’t have to deal with anyone around you.” I lean down and nip at his ear as I whisper, “Besides, it can get very exciting with the adrenaline pumping. I made sure the place is going to be nice and private.”

  “Oh really, Lee? Maybe I’ll have a little surprise for you. You never know.”

  I have no idea what he can be thinking of, but I have learned to like Aaron’s surprises. The wake-up blowjob was a perfect example of that.

  Our morning together goes quickly, since we both have to leave for work. I’ve planned a short one so I can be home when his day ends. Heading in after saying good-bye to him gives me time to reflect on my time with Aaron.

  These past two months have been the best of my life. I never thought I’d have a real relationship with someone who accepts me for who I am and what I do. He’s become everything to me in a really fucking short amount of time. It kinda scares the shit out of me, to be honest. Even though I’m alarmed at how fast my relationship is going with Aaron, I wouldn’t change a thing. Simple stuff like lying in bed talking is what I look forward to now. I always used to laugh when people told me they enjoyed shit like that. Who knew you’re a cuddler?

  He’s the one bright spot in my life, but also my wea
kest point. It’s obvious, since that dumbass Adam figured it out. He knew where to hit me to get the most impact. I’m not stupid enough to think just because Adam’s dead, the danger to Aaron is over. That’s why I’m actually excited to teach him some of the skills I’ve learned. They’re finally going to be doing some good. He’ll be using what I’ve learned to protect himself, not hurt someone over money or some ridiculous imagined insult to the precious Everson family.

  I can see the appeal of shooting, or even hunting, for entertainment. John forcing this “career” on me has taken away such enjoyment, though. Now I see guns as nothing but instruments of pain, and it saddens me that Aaron will have to learn to use one. I’m still going to try my damnedest to make it a fun thing for him.

  Arriving at the loan building, I get out of the car, determined to get this part of my day over with as soon as possible. About two hours into my shift, Tristan shows up and asks me to lunch.

  We choose a table in the back of a small deli across the street and settle in with our sandwiches.

  “So, Tristan, how’s Addison been doing? Things still good on the home front?” I ask, just making conversation.

  “We’re good, man. I couldn’t have a better woman,” he answers. “How are things with you and Aaron? Tonight’s your night at the firing range, right? How did he take the news of where you’re going?”

  “Things are great. Aaron is everything I could’ve hoped for. I’m surprised at how he seems to kinda like the idea. He’s nervous, though. I didn’t touch the subject of defense training yet. I wanna see how he feels after firing the gun.” I’m hesitantly excited about tonight.

  “That’s a good plan. If you tell him about the other, he may feel pressured. Let him see what it’s like to have some control and power in his hands first. I think this could go a long way toward helping him recover from that bastard’s beating.” Tristan is clearly concerned over Aaron’s well-being. It shows in the sincerity of his voice. “It’ll be nice to know he can take care of himself too. He’ll still have protection, of course, just as my Addison does.”

  “Exactly. So if he wants to learn more, what do you think I should focus on?”

  “Well, I think mainly teaching him how to get out of holds and fighting dirty is the best way. More than anything, you should stress that his first choice should always be to run and get the fuck out of there, to never stay and fight unless he feels he has to.”

  As I’m about to ask what particular moves, my personal phone rings. Looking down, I see that same fucking number again. The assholes better leave me the fuck alone. Tristan picks up on my distress.

  “What’s up, man? You gonna answer that?” I hit the button to silence it and shake my head. “Man, seriously, what the hell is wrong? You look shook up a bit.”

  I can’t tell him this. No matter how much I want to, I can’t. Completely pissed, I say the first thing that comes to mind. “I’m so fuckin’ tired of this shit!” I slam my phone face down on the table. This fucking sucks. One minute you’re all excited to take Aaron out, and now you’re madder than hell. This is exactly why you need to figure your shit out.

  Tristan’s eyes are wide at my outburst. “Liam, for the last fucking time, tell me what’s wrong—now.”

  Glancing up at him sadly, I voice what I’ve always wanted to say to him. “Do you ever get tired of this life? Don’t you ever want to go to work nine to five like every other fucker in here and go home? To not have to watch your back or have your family protected? I’m so done with this. Every day with Aaron makes me realize how much I hate doing what we do.”

  Tristan sits there and stares at me for what seems like an eternity, then he slumps in his chair a little. “Liam, I do have those times. There are moments when I want to stay home and make dinner with my Addison and not have to drop everything and go. I’ve been in this business a lot longer than you, and I’ve learned to shut down. You, my friend, never have. I see it every time we do a job. I see the regret in your eyes when you have to go to some poor man’s house to collect payment or dole out whatever Thomas wants you to. You fooled yourself a long time ago that you were like me—that it doesn’t affect you. I knew the moment I met you that you weren’t cut out for this life. That’s why I tried so damn hard to prepare you. It’s been eating you alive every day, and I feel helpless to fix it. You’ve always looked to me for answers, and I’m sorry, but I don’t have any this time, man. I don’t. I wish to God I did. Once you’re in the mob, there’s only one way out. You know that the same as I do.”

  He’s right; you know he is. There has to be a way, the other side of my brain tells me. I don’t want to turn into John.

  The breeze kicks up, the wind outside making the trees move, and the sun glints off the back of my phone, catching my eye. Thoughtfully, I run my fingers over it. Maybe Tristan doesn’t know everything. Maybe, just maybe, he’s wrong.

  Distracted by my thoughts, I say, “I know you’re right. There’s nothing I can do. Hopefully, one of these days I’ll find my off switch. I can only hope.”

  “Well, I wish I knew how to tell you to find it. Mine just sort of happened one day. You never know, yours could flip too. The thing to do right now is focus on the positive things in your life, like your date with Aaron.”

  Tristan’s distraction technique works. Hearing Aaron’s name puts a smile on my face. There’s nothing you can do right now. Move it to the back of your mind for the moment.

  “Yeah, you’re right.” I give him a sheepish smile. Then I’m sure a mischievous glint shines in my eyes. “Aaron is gonna look sexy as hell with a gun in his hand. I’m so looking forward to seeing that.”

  “Seriously? Do you think I want to hear you drooling over your man?” Heh, I knew that would get him. “Just fill me in on how the weapon training goes and be sure to leave the rest of the evening out, you silly fucker.”

  “Like I don’t have to listen to the many talents of Addison on a regular basis. Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

  Snorting, Tristan replies, “It really is.”

  “I guess I better head back and get this shit done. I need to be home and ready to go when Aaron gets there.”

  Walking back into the building, I see Addison does not appear to be happy. After she informs me Jeremy is in my office, I’m pissed again. Sighing, I go in to deal with the asshole. What greets me enrages me further. There is Jeremy, sitting in my chair with his feet propped up on my desk, relaxed and acting as if he owns the place.

  “What the hell are you doin’ here, asshole? Get your fucking nasty ass out of my goddamn chair!”

  Jeremy smiles and stands up. “Hello to you too, hot stuff. I love it when you get all feisty. Grrr.”

  Not this fuckin’ shit again. You’d think he’d finally have gotten the hint when you broke his damn nose.

  “Don’t start your shit with me, dickhead. I’m hanging on by a thread right now and you’re about to make it snap.” My hands are itching to wring his neck. I try to contain the urge by clenching and unclenching my fists. “Tell me why you’re here or get the hell out.”

  “‘Hanging by a thread,’ huh? Your little man not working out for you? I can take him off your hands if you like… or maybe I can help you with your frustration.”

  He’s trying to push your damn buttons. Don’t let him do it. It’s what he fuckin’ wants. You want to get rid of him so you can finish up and go home, not prolong things by having to hide a body.

  With extreme control, I repeat, “Why are you here?”

  Disappointed, he answers in a huff. “Fine—I’m here to tell you about a development we’ve discovered concerning Sam. He’s out of the hospital and has put a hit out on you. I was told to come over and warn you.”

  I’m not shocked in the slightest at this news. I knew Sam wouldn’t let things go. He’s not the type. My only concern over this news is Aaron, of course. I have to make sure he learns how to defend himself.

  “You could have called.” I roll my eyes at h
im. “Why did Thomas feel the need to send you over to tell me in person?”

  He smirks. “Oh, he didn’t. I wanted to have the chance to see your rockin’ body again.”

  “Fine. You’ve seen it, now go.”

  Swaying his hips more than necessary, he leaves.

  I take a deep breath and release it, trying to clear my mind of all the bullshit, and get back to work. Luckily, the rest of my day goes as planned, and I’m able to leave on time. Once home, I’m dressed and ready to go. Keeping it simple, I wear a pair of nice jeans and a fitted T-shirt.

  Aaron gets home shortly after I’m finished, and we decide to have an early dinner once he’s ready. He looks drool-worthy in his jeans and tee, but there is a certain anxiety about him that has my focus.

  “It’s going to be fine. No need to be nervous. I’ll be with you the whole time, and if you don’t like it, we’ll leave and do something else.”

  “I’m excited and a little apprehensive. I’ll get over it when you start showing me stuff. Having to concentrate will distract me from what I’m actually doing.” He gives me a reassuring smile, and I let the subject drop.

  He’s probably right. Once he feels the rush, he’ll be fine. As we get out of the car to go into the large building, Aaron is tense and fidgets with his shirt.

  Grabbing hold of his hands to stop him, I reassure him. “I think you’re going to be great at this, and may even surprise yourself at how good you are.”

  He takes a deep breath and lets it out, then nods as I lead him into the establishment. After signing in at the desk and showing our IDs, I decide to rent a Taurus 9mm for Aaron. At the booth, I instruct him to put his protective earmuffs on.

  As he does, he glances around and looks at me curiously. “Why are there bullet holes in the ceiling? I thought you were supposed to shoot at a target.”

  Chuckling, I answer, “Because some dipshits come in here thinking they know everything and rent large guns. Then when they go to shoot, they’re not prepared for what they have in their hand and the recoil gets them, so they end up hitting the ceiling instead.”