Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“I have some good whiskey in my office,” Aidan told David.
“Then what are we doing out here?” David replied, and the two of them disappeared down the hallway.
“Sorry about that,” I told Ian, but he only shrugged it off, moving farther into the house.
“Holy shit. The Christmas tree is huge.” He walked over to where it stood in front of a window.
“Right? Aidan didn’t have one. I can’t believe that. I asked him if we could get one, and we went to Big Bear and cut it down ourselves. He had to buy all the decorations and everything. I think it’s the best tree in the world.” Especially because he did it for me.
“You’re so spoiled.” Ian playfully rolled his eyes.
I was. There was no denying it, so I didn’t try. There were so many things Aidan did for me that I knew were for me and me alone—the tree, this party, the shows we watched together. It was hard, having to remind myself that he didn’t do them because he loved me, but because I was his boy. I felt extremely loved, though.
Ian and I played some games on the new system Aidan had purchased, something else that was for me. I felt guilty sometimes, because he gave me so much, but still I wanted more. I wanted to share his bed and serve him sexually. I’d begun doing what Ian had said, leaving my dildo out more often, and even masturbating when he was home and could hear me, but nothing had changed.
“Has he still not fucked you?” Ian asked as if he could read my mind.
I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Aidan or David weren’t there. I learned my lesson on that. Lowering my voice, I whispered, “No, and it’s killing me.” With another peek behind me, I added, “I’m thinking about asking him if he can control my orgasms…even without fucking me. Maybe that will turn him on and make him want me.”
“You are so weird,” Ian said, but I knew it wasn’t said to put me down. He just didn’t understand. “I can’t imagine wanting someone to control when I blow my load.”
I shrugged. “You’re not me.”
A moment later Aidan and David returned. I set the controller on the coffee table and asked, “Is there anything I can get for you?”
Aidan cocked a brow.
“Sorry, Sir! I forget. It’s so weird, not serving you.”
“Bad weird?” he asked, and I knew it was because he wanted to make sure he was doing right by me, that I felt like this day was a treat and not a punishment.
“No. It’s…nice. Because you wish it and you want to take care of me.”
“Oh, Aidan. He’s delightful,” David said, and I blushed.
“Yes,” Aidan replied. “He is.” He smiled at me, and I went to him, asking permission with my eyes. Aidan nodded, and I rubbed my cheek against his chest. It was something he had allowed me to do after the night he slept in my bed.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, boy. Are you hungry?”
“Yes.”
Aidan ordered food from my favorite Chinese restaurant. The four of us sat in the living room and chatted until it arrived. David was much more talkative than Aidan, and he kept the conversation going with Ian and me.
I felt Aidan’s stare on me, on us, but he didn’t look upset. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad one. Part of me wanted him to be jealous as I had been the night he fucked someone.
The food came, and we ate at the larger table in the dining room. Aidan laughed quite a bit, which was lovely. His laugh was one of my favorite sounds in the world.
When dinner was done, he wouldn’t allow me to clean up. From there we went to the living room and watched an older Terminator movie, because they were my favorite and that’s what I’d told Aidan I wanted to do.
“Kitchen,” he said simply when the movie was over, and I pushed to my feet. We were all standing by the kitchen island when Aidan went to the garage. He came in a moment later with a cake. It must have been in the second fridge out there. “Chocolate cake and icing with strawberry filling, right?”
I’d told him that months ago, that I loved strawberries with chocolate. The reason escaped me, but all I could focus on was the fact that he’d remembered. Aidan had remembered something so small, and then he’d made sure to give it to me for my birthday. “Yes, it’s my favorite. Thank you.”
“There’s nothing to thank me for.”
The three of them sang me “Happy Birthday,” and then I blew out the twenty candles on the cake. We ate it along with strawberry ice cream.
Ian gave me my gift. It was a new video game. David gave me a gift card so I could buy whatever I wanted. Aidan’s box was a long rectangle, perfectly wrapped. Had he wrapped it himself? It was a silly thing to think.