Blame It On The Carols (Sugarplum Falls #6)

Twenty-Five | Aiden

Twenty-Five

Aiden

T he bar started dying down around midnight with most of the older crowd heading home after the karaoke ended. Makayla was in the middle of the room, dancing with Andi and Jasmin as they laughed and had a great time.

I talked with Jackie to see what time she wanted to go home since I was closing up tonight. Some of the security had cleared out as well, likely watching the cameras at both houses to make sure Jill got home safely. I didn’t worry as much about her since Brock was home tonight, but it was still better to keep an eye on everything until Kevin made his whereabouts known.

“Hey,” I said, pulling Makayla into my arms as the song ended and the girls cleared the dance floor. “I’m staying to close up tonight, but I can ask Tony to take you home whenever you’re ready.”

“Is it okay if I stay with you and have you take me home?”

She wasn’t as buzzed as she was earlier, but definitely more relaxed than I had seen her in a while. It could be because of all the fucking we did last night or possibly because the stress of the competition was officially off of her shoulders. Either way, I loved this relaxed version of her.

“That’s fine with me, but I don’t want you to be bored staying here while I wait for everyone to clear out.”

“I honestly don’t mind. Heck, you can even put me to work cleaning tables or something.”

“I appreciate the offer, but that’s what I pay those guys to do.” I nodded toward the two bussers who were clearing the last of the tables.

Typically, I would stay open until two in the morning, but since it was already pretty empty, I couldn’t imagine we would be open too much longer.

“We’re going to get going,” Andi said, interrupting to give both of us a hug. “Zach’s waiting outside to give us a ride, but do you need any help cleaning up before we go?”

“Na, we got it but thank you. Be safe getting home.”

Andi nodded and locked arms with Jasmin as they headed out into the cold winter air.

“You guys can go ahead and take off,” I called out to the bussers. “Finish those and then head out with Jackie.”

They nodded, taking the last of the dirty glasses to the kitchen where Jackie was finishing up, leaving Makayla and me alone in the bar. I filled a glass with ice water and set it on the bar in front of her as she climbed up onto the barstool. I knew she was probably tired from how early we’d gotten up and with it being a long day, but she didn’t let it show.

Jackie came out a few minutes later with the guys, waving as they left.

“Did you have fun tonight?” I asked Makayla as I began closing out the register.

“I did. But then again, I always have fun when I’m here. You have an amazing place to hang out. I can see why it’s so popular here.”

“Alcohol is what makes it so popular,” I teased, winking at her over my shoulder.

“I’m sure that helps, but seriously, people come here because it’s a great atmosphere. Between the karaoke and the dancing, there’s always something fun to do.”

“Do you go out a lot in LA?”

She shook her head and took a long sip of her water.

“Not unless I have to. Occasionally, there will be a social event I need to attend, but it’s usually at stuffy bars with a dress code and stuck-up people. Nothing like this.”

“That sucks. You don’t ever just go out for fun with friends?”

“What friends?” She snorted and tried to play it off as a joke, but I immediately noticed the sadness that washed over her face.

I stopped what I was doing and turned around to face her. My arms crossed over my chest to keep from reaching out to touch her.

“Are you happy, Mak?”

She blinked quickly as she looked away and took another drink.

“Yeah. Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be? I have the job I’ve always wanted. I’m living in a big city, and I get to travel the world.”

I walked around the bar and stood in front of her as I spun her seat around.

“Be honest. It’s just us. You don’t have to say what you think I want to hear. I want the truth. Are you happy?”

Her shoulders fell as the smile she tried plastering to her face vanished.

“I used to be. Or at least I thought I was.”

“What made you change your mind?”

I lifted her chin with my finger so she would look at me.

“You.”

My heart skipped a beat as I stepped closer to her, needing to feel her body next to mine.

“What about me?”

“You made me realize how unhappy I’ve been by showing me how happy I am here. I got so caught up in what I thought I should be with my music and touring the world, but I never stopped to question if I was truly happy until now.”

I cupped the back of her head and lowered my mouth to hers.

Her hands immediately locked behind my neck as she deepened the kiss. I could already feel her body responding to my touch and loved it.

I slid my hands down and lifted her from the barstool, smiling when she locked her legs around my waist. Our mouths continued to devour each other as I set her on top of the bar and lifted her shirt over her head.

Pebbled nipples greeted me through the thin fabric of her black lace bra, begging to be sucked. I quickly unclasped the back of her bra, releasing them as I leaned in and pulled one into my mouth. Makayla grabbed a fistful of hair and leaned back, allowing me full access as I massaged the other while continuing to torture her nipple with gentle bites and hard sucking.

My cock strained against my jeans as she shifted against my face.

“I want you to fuck me, Aiden,” she panted. “Now.”

I nodded, fully on board with this decision.

I picked her up and lowered her feet to the floor, grinning when she started pulling down her leggings and panties, stopping when they reached her knees.

“Bend over the barstool,” I instructed as I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out.

She did as I asked, legs spread as far as she could with the fabric restraining her. At this angle, I had the perfect view of her pussy which was glistening and ready for me.

I lined up at her entrance, gently swiping a finger through her folds to make sure she was ready.

“Ahh,” she cried out, lifting her ass higher to allow me better access.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

She nodded, looking over her shoulder at me.

“You always make me wet. Especially when you suck my nipples like that.”

I smirked and then slapped her ass playfully before pushing inside.

Her back arched as she pushed back against me, her pussy wrapped so tightly around my cock.

I hissed out another breath as I bit down on my lower lip to try to keep from coming. It was almost impossible with Makayla because she felt so incredible—especially without a condom. I hadn’t been lying when I said I wanted to knock her up and have her carry my children. Nothing turned me on more than her being pregnant with my baby.

I pulled out, smiling at how wet my cock was from her arousal and gripped her hips tightly as I slammed back inside her.

She cried out the most beautiful moan as I did it again.

I knew she loved this as much as I did and could feel her getting wetter by the second.

“Make yourself come, baby,” I coaxed, knowing I couldn’t reach her clit as easily in this position. The best I could do was angle my dick to hit her g-spot, but I wanted to make sure she came good and hard.

She adjusted slightly as she reached down and began rubbing herself.

“Oh my God, Aiden,” she moaned as I plowed into her over and over as she brought herself to climax.

Her pussy spasming around my cock was all it took for me to unload inside of her, my balls tightening as I came harder than ever before.

We stood there for a moment, both catching our breath before I slowly pulled out of her. I grabbed a couple of napkins from the counter and wiped myself off before debating on whether to clean her up as well.

“Leave it,” she said, already reading my mind as she pulled up her leggings and smiled. “I want to feel you leaking out of me.”

I shook my head and grinned, knowing she was going to be the death of me.