Aran: Love me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance (4 page)

“Didn’t you go to school?”

“We were trained alone.”

“Like a home school? I always kind of thought it was sad to keep children separate from the rest of the kids around them.”

“We lived in a very isolated place.” She nodded her head.

“Maybe you will get a chance to meet my nephews. They are great.”

His smile made her heart beat faster.

“Would you like to play a game? Call of Duty?”

“Only if you take it easy on me.”

“I will try.” He gave her a wicked smile and set the game up on a large screen TV that came out of the wall.

“Nice.”

She played the first game and died immediately. She laughed, hollering that it was rigged. Aran threw the remote to Sergey, then came and helped her with the other one. He placed his arms around her and put his hand over hers. The heat of his arms made her feel warm and safe. She wanted to turn around and burrow into his chest. The sound of his voice brought her out of her thoughts. He was showing her how to read who was friend or foe and when to fire. They won the game easily.

“We win! Take that Sergey.” Spinning around she threw her arms around Aran and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Chapter Six

He smelled good. If this was a cologne, she was going to recommend it to every man she met. Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply. She knew she was making a fool of herself. She knew they were all looking at her and that Dee would give her a good talking to later, but she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t remember the last time the scent of a man made her need to get closer, it had been too many years. She was definitely feeling needy now.

She backed away an inch or two. She couldn’t go too far, because he had his hand on her back, preventing more movement.

“Ahh, sorry about that.” Yep embarrassment was setting in. She was acting like one of those women who never get any. Wait, she was one of those women that never got any. She was pretty sure there was an ‘enter at your own risk’ sign down there.

“I am not sorry. Niko, why don’t you give Dee a tour while, our brothers take out some aggression on the pool table.”

All heads nodded at him. He stood and reached for her hand.

“Why don’t we take a walk?” Nodding she followed him out.

They walked out of the sliding glass doors to see a beautiful pool. It was shaped like a pond, with no long or sharp edges. Surrounding it were several chairs. There was a bar to one side and an outdoor kitchen for cooking.

“Do you have a lot of parties out here?”

“No, I rarely get company. Just my brothers.”

“Nothing but the height gives you away as possible brothers.”

“We don’t look alike, but we are tied together. We grew up together and we watch out for each other. We are brothers.”

She smiled up at him. “It’s nice to have family you can depend on.”

Nodding he traced her lips.

“But can you imagine the six of us in the pool?” He laughed. “I think we would stand around and look at each other uncomfortably.”

She laughed, but it sounded more like a giggle. She was too old to giggle. The image of the six of them in the pool suddenly made the large pool seem small and intimate.

“Nope, can’t see it.”

“Me either.”

They walked for a while in silence until, they came to a nice little alcove. It felt like a private retreat in the expanse of his yard. They sat on a sturdy piece of outdoor furniture.

“Thanks for coming to our get-together. You and Dee have brought life here.”

“You guys get together often?” He nodded his head. “Where’s your girlfriends. I mean, all the women.”

“Currently, we are all single.”

“How can that be? You must have lines of women wanting to date you.”

“We are rather particular.”

He leaned over and sniffed her. “You remind me of a place I have not been to in a long time.”

“I hope that’s good.”

“Very good. I protected it with my life.”

“Where’s your man, Rena?”

“I am single too.”

“I wonder why. It is hard for me to imagine a beautiful woman like you has problems attracting a man.”

Did she have problems? No. Yeah, she was thicker, but she loved who she was. Getting a man wasn’t really a problem. Getting the right man, now that was an issue.

“Guess you could say I am rather particular too.”

“Nothing wrong with that. In fact, I encourage it.”

Aran picked up her hand and slid his thumb over her palm. She smiled as she felt a small tingle move up her arm.

“Such a pretty petite hand.” He took her hand and put it against his, spreading their fingers out.

She had never thought of her hands as little, but against his they were practically tiny. She had to smile. She wasn’t used to being with a guy who was so much bigger than her. He made her feel almost delicate.

“I like your hands, also. They are so firm and big.” She ran her fingers over his palm, feeling the shiver in his arm as she touched him. Oh yeah, she already wanted him. He was so different. She licked her bottom lip, wondering if he was big everywhere.

He had twisted into a position that kept her from seeing his physical reaction to her. His eyes though, looked like they were flashing green lightening at her. So sexy. How could he be single?

“Come closer Rena.” He patted the space that separated them.

Did she dare slide over to him? Those eyes said he wanted to get closer. His hand that was now stroking hers, setting off internal bells of flash floods ahead, were slowly creeping toward her wrist.

She licked her lips and watched his eyes follow her tongue. She wanted those eyes on her. She looked down to his hand. What would it feel like to have him touch her all over? She eased the lump in her throat down and slid over.

Her stomach clinched tight at the smile he gave her. He looked like a predator who had gotten too close to his prey. Mmm, he smelled so good, better than he did earlier. It was like he was putting out a pheromone and she wanted to be all over it, rubbing her needy body over his.

She lost the battle and closed her eyes, swaying closer to him.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Yes, please.” It came out as a moan, of sheer need.

Opening her eyes she watched as he leaned over her, placing his hands on the couch on either side of her. He angled his head and brought his lips down until they were covering hers. His touch was feather light at first, frustrating her. Then with controlled movements, he deepened the kiss and the feel of his lips on hers. She felt the warm air escape his mouth as his tongue came out to seek entry. Her mouth opened just a little, and he took advantage of that by sliding his tongue in.

His tongue caressed hers and encouraged her to caress him back. A small gasp left her mouth as she ran her tongue across his. Her head fell back from the taste of him. He tasted of sin. He tasted of something so heady that she needed to get closer. She needed to bathe in his taste.

Yes, please, she thought, as her hands wound around his neck. She allowed herself to press closer to him as she licked and nibbled and dueled with his tongue. How could he smell so good? The more she kissed him the greater the smell. She was already addicted to the taste and smell of him. She wanted him.

A small whimper left her lips, as she felt him withdraw his tongue. He kissed the corner of her mouth and then her cheek until he made it to her neck. She bent her head, allowing him free reign. She loved the feel of him kissing her neck. His teeth nipped at her neck, making her hotter. She clutched his hair, keeping him there. She loved it when her man took time to love her there.

“You like this, doll?”

“Feels so good.”

“I can make it feel better.”

He nuzzled her there making her shudder, then bit her where her neck and collar bone met. So good, she moaned. Then he licked her while taking his hand and palming her breasts through her shirt. Her legs trembled. She didn’t remember kissing being anywhere near this good. Ever!

“Relax, doll. Let me touch you.”

He kissed her down her neck, allowing his tongue to trace the neckline of her cami.

“Can I see?” He asked, reaching for the bottom of the cami to withdraw it over her head. “Nice.”

He ran his hands over her stomach. “So soft, doll.”

His hands worked their way up until he grasped one of her breasts that were highlighted by the dark blue bra that she was glad she had worn. If he went down, he would find the matching panties.

“Pretty.” He said looking at the bra.

Leaning up, he kissed her again while kneading her breasts.

Please she wanted to beg, but she didn’t.

She wanted more. She wanted those big hands to caress her, to pinch her nipples and make them grow long and hard. She shook her head under his kiss, wanting to demand, when she felt him squeeze her breasts. The juices between her legs were trying to escape, to burst like a damn and she moaned around his kiss. He did it again, this time pinching the nipple.

The yes was torn from her lips. She needed more.

She watched with passion filled eyes as his mouth surrounded her nipple still encased in her bra and tugged as his other hand found the lonely nipple. She leaned back into the couch as his teeth found the hardening nipple and bit. Her legs opened as if issuing an invitation.

Reaching into her bra he played with one nipple. He brought it out until if peeped over the top of the bra, staring straight up in the air. Reaching over he bit it hard causing her to buck underneath the hard chest that held her in place.

“Harder, doll?” The smooth layer of sophistication was gone. His voice was rough with an accent she had never heard. He sounded alien and it was making her hotter.

“Harder.” She managed to say in between the moans she was making.

He took her hard nipple in his mouth and sucked it harder, making it even firmer, making it longer as he pulled on it. Without warning he bit down, causing her to cry out in pleasure and just a little pain, but the small shocks of pleasure took over her body.

“Not yet, doll. We are just starting.”

She had never been this needy. She wanted to lick him all over, see his body like he was seeing hers. She ran her hands over his back. She let her fingers look for the hem of his t-shirt.

“Take it off,” she growled in frustration. Why was he wearing clothes?

“Alright, doll.” He chuckled and pulled the t-shirt over his head. “Better?”

Her eyes widened as she saw his chest on display. It would never grace a men’s magazine, although it should. The scars were old and faded but gave him a hard edge turning her on more. His chest was hard and muscled. That had to be an eight pack. She would let her lips count that for her. The smattering of fine oddly colored hair did nothing, but make him hotter. She reached up to trace one of his scars with a finger.

“What happened?” She would lick each one and then do it again.

“Fight gone wrong, but Sergey was there.” She nodded. She would have to thank him for that later.

Aran pushed her down until she lay flat. He moved his body to lay over hers. Her eyes grew big as he settled on her. He was so heavy. All that muscle was holding her down, keeping her in place and she loved it. The wet spot in her pants was becoming a flood as the heat from his cock seared her through her clothes. He was huge. She could feel the length and the girth of him as he pressed down.

He pushed her breasts together until the nipples looked like twins sitting together. The milk chocolate of them looking like kisses begging to be licked. Lowering his head he took both of them into his mouth and sucked as he moved his hips on hers.

The tug of his lips on her nipples tugged at her core making her thrust up against the feel of his thick long cock dry humping her. She moaned needing and wanting more. She wanted to feel him deep inside her body.

Rena lost the battle before she could demand the ultimate experience. Her head fell backwards and she screamed, as her body erupted into pleasure.

Chapter Seven

Why was it so damn hot in here? Rena took a look around the conference room. Everyone was talking in hushed voices, but no one looked hot, it must just be her. It had to be the fact that she couldn’t stop thinking about Saturday with Aran. He had given her the best orgasm of her life. She had laid there panting, trying to catch her breath, while he had used his hands to pet her, plying little kisses on her abused and extremely satisfied nipples.

“You liked that, doll.” His rough voice had caressed her ears.

“I more than liked it.” His arrogant smile had taken over his face, but she couldn’t even begrudge him it. He deserved every minute of it.

She had wanted to touch him, feel him. Instead, his head had cocked to the side before saying they needed to get back to the others, they were hungry.

He had been right. They were discussing dinner options when they walked in. Dee had taken one look at her and her mouth had dropped opened for a moment. All she could do was smile at her best friend. She had felt that good.

Now Rena was sitting with the rest of the people she worked with waiting for the meeting to start. She woke up yesterday to find an e-mail telling her to come into the office this morning, an important announcement would be made. She shook her head. There went her job. She knew they would have argued that if they wanted to save money, hers was one of the positions they could cut without sacrificing efficiency, and she was too happy to even care.

Mr. Harris walked in. He was on the short side, standing about five five. He wore fashionable glasses that looked nice on him. He had dark hair and brown eyes. When she had met him two years ago, he had had a boyish look to his attractive face. Things had changed over those years. He now had a ragged appearance and lines of worry etched his face. She had begun to feel sorry for him. Seeing him this way just confirmed the feeling.

The room quieted down as he just stood there and waited.

“Glad to see all of you.” he smiled at them. It was a sad smile that never reached his eyes.

“Nice to see you too.” The crowd mumbled back. Any excitement at seeing coworkers who worked from home had cleared. Now all that remained was the cloying scent of fear. Do I still have a job? How will I pay my bills? Do I qualify for unemployment? Everyone in the room knew that someone would be jobless by the end of the day. Will it be me, was the look on every face?