possibly tell him? She liked to play. She had nothing to talking about.
Things were fine.
Of course, she could tell him the truth, but where would that get them? Force Aidan to face his pain? Make him feel horrible things from his past? Take away the one thing that she knew made him happy—her playing with him? She’d seen Aidan when she first joined Club Sin—three years after Lily died—he had been so sad then. Now he seemed happy—or as happy as he could be.
He needed more time to recover.
She’d give him that, no matter the cost to herself—it was that simple. Cora was strong, always had been. Now she was being strong for both of them. Sure, she wanted more from him,but she knew better than anyone that people needed time to heal.
The process couldn’t be rushed.
It didn’t matter that five years had passed since Lily’s death—he wasn’t ready. Cora knew that because he wasn’t facing his pain; he was hiding from it. She’d seen in her job the effects that had on a person if they were forced to deal with things they weren’t ready to face.
She didn’t want Aidan to hit rock bottom. She wanted to support him.
As she took another hard left into the East Silverado Ranch Boulevard, Cora sang along to the soft rock music blaring through her speakers. No one needed to tell her that her voice was not American Idol quality—she knew her pitch wasn’t perfect and she didn’t give one flying flip.
She spotted her redbrick bungalow on the suburban street. The music dulled in her ears and her mouth clamped shut. Her insides quivered as she squinted at her driveway. The closer she got, the more the thing came into focus.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
The problem wasn’t the sleek black sports motorcycle in the center of the driveway. Her concern lay with the sex packaged in a pair of blue jeans. More so, the powerful man staring at her as if daring her not to stop. While she was tempted to drive by with a little wave, she needed to clear up this misunderstanding.
She parked at the curb and heat rose in her body. With shaky hands, she exited the car, blowing out a slow breath. Of course Aidan would show up at her house. Why had she expected otherwise?
With a fake smile forming on her lips, tingles like jelly beans were dancing in her belly. He pushed off his bike and his warm expression caught her breath. Her gaze roamed over him, stirring places that shouldn’t stir at the moment. Lord, he was hot in his leather jacket.
His mouth held a slight curve as he met her halfway down the driveway with a steady gait. She inhaled deeply through her nose, forcing her fluttering stomach and puckering nipples to chill out.
“Hi.” She cleared her throat, placing her keys into her purse with trembling fingers. He’d never come to her house … ever . In fact, she’d never seen him outside of Club Sin. A cold sweat washed over her. Her throat tightened. “What brings you by?”
His head tilted from side to side as he regarded her, and then his gaze cut to the shopping bag in her hand. “What’s that?”
With a nibble to her bottom lip, she stared into his chiseled face, trying to get a read on him, which was unsuccessful. His emotions were very much in check. “Something for tonight.”
He crossed his arms, observing her with a flat expression. “You do plan on coming to the dungeon tonight?”
Cora gulped at the muscles bulging along his forearms. Her limbs shook, and she slid her arm through the handle of her purse and then stuffed her hands in the pockets of her skinny jeans. Somehow seeing Aidan out in public made him more real.
Her loins burned.
Yet her mind raced.
If only she knew his looks outside of Club Sin, maybe she could get a grip on herself. His intent was not clear. Though they had played together for two years, Aidan stuck to a D/s relationship in the dungeon, not out of it. She didn’t know his expressions outside of the club. He’d always been gentle or in full Dom mode. His
Things were fine.
Of course, she could tell him the truth, but where would that get them? Force Aidan to face his pain? Make him feel horrible things from his past? Take away the one thing that she knew made him happy—her playing with him? She’d seen Aidan when she first joined Club Sin—three years after Lily died—he had been so sad then. Now he seemed happy—or as happy as he could be.
He needed more time to recover.
She’d give him that, no matter the cost to herself—it was that simple. Cora was strong, always had been. Now she was being strong for both of them. Sure, she wanted more from him,but she knew better than anyone that people needed time to heal.
The process couldn’t be rushed.
It didn’t matter that five years had passed since Lily’s death—he wasn’t ready. Cora knew that because he wasn’t facing his pain; he was hiding from it. She’d seen in her job the effects that had on a person if they were forced to deal with things they weren’t ready to face.
She didn’t want Aidan to hit rock bottom. She wanted to support him.
As she took another hard left into the East Silverado Ranch Boulevard, Cora sang along to the soft rock music blaring through her speakers. No one needed to tell her that her voice was not American Idol quality—she knew her pitch wasn’t perfect and she didn’t give one flying flip.
She spotted her redbrick bungalow on the suburban street. The music dulled in her ears and her mouth clamped shut. Her insides quivered as she squinted at her driveway. The closer she got, the more the thing came into focus.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
The problem wasn’t the sleek black sports motorcycle in the center of the driveway. Her concern lay with the sex packaged in a pair of blue jeans. More so, the powerful man staring at her as if daring her not to stop. While she was tempted to drive by with a little wave, she needed to clear up this misunderstanding.
She parked at the curb and heat rose in her body. With shaky hands, she exited the car, blowing out a slow breath. Of course Aidan would show up at her house. Why had she expected otherwise?
With a fake smile forming on her lips, tingles like jelly beans were dancing in her belly. He pushed off his bike and his warm expression caught her breath. Her gaze roamed over him, stirring places that shouldn’t stir at the moment. Lord, he was hot in his leather jacket.
His mouth held a slight curve as he met her halfway down the driveway with a steady gait. She inhaled deeply through her nose, forcing her fluttering stomach and puckering nipples to chill out.
“Hi.” She cleared her throat, placing her keys into her purse with trembling fingers. He’d never come to her house … ever . In fact, she’d never seen him outside of Club Sin. A cold sweat washed over her. Her throat tightened. “What brings you by?”
His head tilted from side to side as he regarded her, and then his gaze cut to the shopping bag in her hand. “What’s that?”
With a nibble to her bottom lip, she stared into his chiseled face, trying to get a read on him, which was unsuccessful. His emotions were very much in check. “Something for tonight.”
He crossed his arms, observing her with a flat expression. “You do plan on coming to the dungeon tonight?”
Cora gulped at the muscles bulging along his forearms. Her limbs shook, and she slid her arm through the handle of her purse and then stuffed her hands in the pockets of her skinny jeans. Somehow seeing Aidan out in public made him more real.
Her loins burned.
Yet her mind raced.
If only she knew his looks outside of Club Sin, maybe she could get a grip on herself. His intent was not clear. Though they had played together for two years, Aidan stuck to a D/s relationship in the dungeon, not out of it. She didn’t know his expressions outside of the club. He’d always been gentle or in full Dom mode. His
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