The Langfield Brothers: Box Set

45. Lennox

FORTY-FIVE

LENNOX

My brain can’t compute what’s happening right now. How we went from angry to truthful to loving to this …whatever this is.

For now, I ignore the war of emotions raging inside me. I’ll have plenty of time to analyze the confessions that finally broke free from both of us and how it feels like a turning point—whether I’m ready or not—later. For now, I’ll focus on the words he spoke as I left the room.

Try not to scream too loud tonight. Wouldn’t want the hotel staff to find the Kennedy princess getting fucked like the little whore we both know you are.

Why the hell do I love it so much when he talks to me like that? It should feel degrading. Should make me want to punch him in the face. If he were anyone else, I’d slap the words right out of his mouth.

But when he treats me like his dirty whore, it sets me ablaze in the best way. When he calls me Princess, like the word is filthy, it empowers me.

Because despite the vulgar words, he worships the ground I walk on.

And I know for a fact he’d never hurt me.

I press the button for ice, and as the bucket fills, I can’t help but imagine all the ways we might use it. Pulling in a few ragged breaths, I try to calm my pounding heart. It’s no use. I’m wet, excited, and desperate for his touch.

There’s no tempering this emotion.

So I hustle back to the door. Excitement and nerves spark inside me when I find it ajar, the bolt holding it open just a smidge. The room is dark as I step inside, the silence ramping up my anticipation.

As the door shuts behind me, there’s suddenly a hand clamped to my mouth. Then I’m pulled back into a thick, hard chest. “Don’t scream, Princess, and you’ll make it out of here alive.”

Holy shit. As my pulse skyrockets, arousal floods my body.

“Cover her eyes,” he says, the rough tone making my kitty flutter. His breath ghosts over my ear as he leans close. “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. If you scream, I’ll have to shut you up, and I promise you won’t like it.” His words come out harsh, like he’s truly angry.

The temptation to test him, to find out what tricks he has, is hard to ignore. But for the moment, I obey, nodding against his fingers.

Just as my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, they’re covered, and I’m doused in complete darkness again. The fabric is satiny smooth. Probably the silk tie he removed while we were arguing. He tugs twice, then nods against my shoulder. “Good girl.”

Shivers cascade down my spine at his praise. Why does it feel so good to know I please him?

“I want her on all fours,” he says, once again talking to someone else . With his hand on my shoulder, he guides me forward. When my knees hit the bed, he pushes me onto my stomach with his palm to my back and holds me down.

“First I need to prep her,” he replies to himself, his tone slightly deeper.

“Spread your legs, Princess,” he mutters in a voice more like his own. He yanks my pants down, groaning when he finds me bare beneath them. “Look at that, easy access. It’s like you want this. Like you were waiting for us to sneak into your room and fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”

I whimper, suddenly starved for air. I’m dizzy with lust, bucking against the bed, needing his touch. He laughs behind me, still pinning me down with a hand to my back.

“Look at you, humping the bed. You need release?”

“Yes,” I rasp.

The sound of his hand cracking against my bare ass registers before the stinging sensation.

“Too bad,” he grits out. “We’re going to have you soaking these sheets before we give you what you need, Princess.”

“And we know what you need,” he adds in that darker timbre. “’Cause we’ve been following you. Watching you. Stalking you.”

My chest rises and falls, my breathing ragged. Aiden removes his hand from my back, the loss of him so acute, it makes my chest ache. Cold liquid hits my ass, startling a gasp from me. Then warm fingers massage slowly between my cheeks. When he presses his thumb inside my tight hole, I flinch.

“Breathe, Princess. I promise this will make you feel so good.”

With a deep breath in, I will my body to relax.

Aiden caresses my back, silent assurance and praise, as he works his thumb in farther. Then more liquid is poured onto my ass, and his thumb is replaced by a cool metal object.

“Holy shit,” I hiss, recognizing the feel of the anal plug.

“Stay,” he mutters. That single word is followed by the loss of his heat.

Seconds tick by, my clit pulsing more fiercely as the anticipation builds. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.

The bed dips. “Fuck her throat until her ass is ready.”

Desire ignites in my veins as his voice transitions to that stern tone again.

“On all fours,” he instructs, guiding me with his hands on my hips. When I’m in position, he tilts my chin up. “Open.” He grasps my jaw with the slightest force, and I eagerly oblige. He feeds the head of his cock into my mouth, my lips against his hot, hard length, my tongue laving over the barbells. I gag almost immediately.

In response, he grips my throat and squeezes lightly. “You’ll take this cock all the way to here without complaint.” He presses against my vocal cords.

I hum in anticipation as he sinks deeper, the cool metal of each barbel warming against my tongue. When his tip is touching the back of my throat, when my eyes are stinging and I’m fighting for air, he squeezes my neck again. “Now swallow.”

I do as he says, and when I don’t gag this time, his hold on my throat becomes a gentle massage. “I can feel myself right here.”

“She’s doing so well.” His voice is deeper again. The way he transitions between soft and hard makes me wetter. My every fantasy floods me until they blend together, leaving me throbbing with need. “Now fuck her throat until she comes.”

I couldn’t. He couldn’t…

But I’m already so close, there’s a throb between my legs. Is it possible? Could giving him pleasure be enough to make me come?

Fisting my hair, he thrusts, his pace relentless. I’m whimpering and tearing up from the intensity. Without the ability to see my surroundings, I’m hyper-focused on every sensation. I can only rely on him to control me so I don’t fall forward or choke. Every move is more intense.

Without slowing, he pinches my nipple. The move has me flexing around the plug, and then my entire body bursts into tingles, and I moan around his cock. He pulls out quickly, jerking my head back as I cry out his name.

“Holy fuck, Aiden. I’m coming.”

The next thing I know, he’s sliding beneath me, sucking my clit into his mouth.

“Yes, you are. You’re dripping all over my face. Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he rasps between sucking and licking and nipping at my clit. When he impales me with his tongue, my eyes practically roll to the back of my head. “I think she’s ready.” He punctuates the observation by sucking my pussy fiercely, like he’s trying to inhale me.

He slides from beneath me and replaces his body with a pillow. “Lean on this. If it gets to be too much, bite down on it so we don’t wake the entire hotel.”

“Cocky much?” I taunt.

Instantly, he lands a sharp slap to my ass, pulling a squeal from me. I’m not sure how he got there, but now he’s behind me, and already, my body is raring to go again.

He presses a soft object to my clit, and at the familiar tugging sensation of the massager, I moan, recognizing the rose he’s latched to me.

“Sit on his face, Princess,” he mutters. “He can take it.”

Obediently, I press my weight against the toy and relish the way the delicious pressure mounts.

Then the head of his cock is between my thighs, and without warning, he thrusts inside me. The force makes mebite down on the pillow to muffle the curse that escapes me.

“Oh, she likes your tongue on her pussy while I stretch her,” he says in that cold tone again.

Yes. Yes, I do. There isn’t a thing Aiden could do that I wouldn’t like.

“But she needs more,” he taunts. “Right, Princess? One cock isn’t enough for you. You need to be filled in this hole too.” He presses his thumb against the plug, teasing me.

“Yes,” I pant.

He pulls the plug out without slowing his movements, still thrusting in and out slowly, still rocking my hips against the rose that’s suctioning my clit perfectly.

I bury my face deeper in the pillow and release the cries building inside me.

By the time the buzzing starts, I’m already dripping with excitement. In anticipation of what’s coming next.

“Wet his cock so he can fuck you properly.” Aiden, voice harsh, wraps his hand around my throat and lifts me up, guiding the vibrator into my mouth.

I suck on it good, imagining it’s him. I’m so into everything he’s doing that he has to pull it from my mouth, the move creating a loud pop .

“She loves having your dick in her mouth,” he grits out. “She’s gushing around me right now.”

I moan, grinding against him, not embarrassed in the slightest by how needy I am. When he presses the vibrator against the tight ring of muscle, I tense.

Aiden puts a warm palm against my back, and in a steady tone, he talks me through it. “You love this, don’t you? You love feeling him sink inside you. Want to know a secret, Princess?”

Whimpering, I wiggle my ass, desperate to make the burn subside.

“I love it too,” he groans. “Love the feel of the vibrations against my cock. I can feel him working himself deep inside your asshole right now. You’re so fucking wet. Being shared like this turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I love every second. But what I love the most is that I’m with Aiden. That he cherishes me so much that he’s giving me this. Playing this game.

I’m lost in that thought when a switch flips. All of a sudden, he’s fucking me roughly, giving me exactly what I crave. The vibrator hits me exactly where I need it as the clit simulator sucks and his piercing massages perfectly. It only takes seconds for him to send me skyrocketing into an abyss that has the darkness consuming me. My limbs are boneless, my body humming with desire. When he swells, his movements jerky, and lets out a low groan, coming in hot waves inside me, I ride him into my third orgasm of the night, my body lighting up like a fireworks display.

Gripping one hip, he holds me up as my knees shake. “I got you, Princess.” He gently removes the vibrator, then pulls himself back, murmuring soothing words the whole time. Carefully, he adjusts me so I’m on my side. “Stay,” he murmurs, dropping his lips to my hip. Then he’s gone. With shaky, tingling hands, I turn the rose off and toss it, heeding his request to lie here and catch my breath rather than slip the blindfold off.

He returns moments later, first removing the tie covering my eyes. He follows the move with a tender kiss to my lips, then my cheeks. I blink my eyes open, but the room is still shrouded in darkness, and all I can make out is his silhouette. He presses a warm, wet cloth between my legs, cleaning me, and when he’s finished, he pulls the blankets up and tucks me in. He joins me a few seconds later, water bottle in hand. “Drink.”

I obey. I’m far too gone to think for myself.

After he confirms I’ve had a sufficient amount of water, he pulls me to his chest and strokes my hair.

I’m pretty sure I fall asleep within seconds.

Deliciously sore, I wake up with a smile on my face. Last night was…intense.

The sex. The emotions. The confessions.

Despite the way my body aches, I feel lighter than I have in years. I never realized how much our breakup weighed on me. Questioning whether I did the right thing. Wondering if he’d hate me forever for how I handled it all.

Telling Aiden the truth of why I walked away, watching his face register the shock and then acceptance, was cathartic in a way I never would have expected. Because he understood. That understanding reinforced my belief that I made the right decision for us back then. He’s incredible on the ice, and he would have come to regret walking away. He’d have resented me eventually. We wouldn’t have made it.

But as I lie in bed with him now, relishing the way he holds me and his even breaths against my neck, a different future for us forms in my mind. One I never thought was possible. One I’ve wanted so badly for years. It’s the reason I gave up on the idea of happily ever afters, because if it wasn’t with him, I didn’t want it.

With a sleepy groan, he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, making my heart flutter.

Spinning so I can face him, I survey him and quickly get lost in his warm, sleepy brown eyes. “Hi, Princess.”

“Hi Hockey Boy.”

He slips his hand down my backside and squeezes. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got fucked by a pair of stalkers.”

Chuckling, he brushes his lips against mine. “Must be my many dazzling personalities and huge cock.”

Circling his length, I give it a firm squeeze. “It’s positively massive.” I thumb each bar along his shaft, twisting them as I go.

He closes his eyes, and a guttural moan escapes him. As I slide my thumb over the head, smoothing his arousal over him, he shifts his hips closer. I’m adjusting, ready to slide down his body and show him precisely how much I enjoy his massive dick, when my phone dings.

That specific sound is a bucket of ice water on a hot fire. It’s the ringtone I set for my parents so that I’m always prepared before picking up the phone. Even a text message from them can sour my mood, though I didn’t realize until now just how badly that simple sound could ruin a moment.

I wince and drop my hand, a niggle of worry hitting me. I hate to disappoint him, but the moment is lost.

His face doesn’t fall. He doesn’t even look disappointed. No, concern swims in his eyes, but that’s the extent of it. “What’s going on in that pretty head?”

I groan into his chest. He’s so warm. I could easily get lost in him if I breathe deeply enough.

“Lex,” he says with more urgency. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s my parents. That’s their ringtone. Ignore it. They’ll just ruin today.”

Warm lips press against my forehead. Once, twice, three times. Then he tips my chin, forcing me to face him. “We can’t keep running. Let’s face it head-on. Together.”

His words fill me with a strength I didn’t know was within reach this morning. So with a hum of agreement, I pick up my phone and look at the message.

Mom: I’ve booked the club for your thirtieth birthday. Could you send me a list of people you want me to invite?

My stomach rolls at the thought of my birthday. Especially when a second text pops up, this one in a separate thread.

Dad: Just over a month until your deadline. How about we turn the party into a wedding reception? I’ve already spoken with Donald. He thinks it’s a great idea.

With a loud groan, I throw myself onto the mattress. “He’s such an asshole.”

Aiden’s eyes narrow. “Who’s Donald?”

“Donald Sparrow. Of Sparrow Holdings. He plays golf with my father.”

“What would he have to do with your wedding reception?”

Oh, sweet Aiden. He still doesn’t get it. My father will never stop making deals. He’ll use every advantage, every situation, to increase his fortune and his standing. Despite how little we need either. “I guess my father thinks he should be the groom.”

Aiden’s jaw hardens.

The almost imperceptible reaction makes my heart lurch. I drop the phone and press my hands against his face, anxious to soften him. “He’s never going to give up on this.”

“That’s why we have this plan, isn’t it?”

My stomach flips. “You still want to do this? It feels wrong now that things are—” I sigh. I’m not even sure what things are, but they’re complicated. That’s for damn sure.

“They’re what?” Aiden asks, his tone perfectly calm.

“I still don’t know what I want to do with my life. Hell, I don’t even know if I really ever want to get married. Or if I want kids. My parents have always dictated my life. I’m only now learning what I like. For so long, I’ve made choices just to spite them. Finally, I’m taking into consideration what I actually want.”

He studies me, his lips pressed together in earnest consideration. “Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in that answer. “But you want?—”

Aiden presses his finger to my lips. “ You. I want you. We can figure out the rest along the way. You don’t want kids? Fine. I’m an awesome uncle. Not sure marriage is for you? That’s okay too. I make an excellent roommate, and I’m pretty sure I proved to you last night that I’m an amazing lover.”

He presses his lips against mine, and I relax against him. How is it that my mind and my body settle so easily when he’s near?

“There’s no rush for me, Lex. I love you. I’m not going anywhere. Years ago, you gave me what I needed by walking away. Let me give you what you need by staying. You have me by your side for as long as you want me—fake weddings, real ones. I’m down for it all.”

My heart floats in my chest as I think of all the possibilities. Of all the fun we could have. A lifetime of it. “We’ll need to really sell the engagement.”

Aiden’s smile is blinding. “You leave that to me. Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” I whisper.

“You’ll be in my jersey at the home game on Friday night.”