A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 117

We stayed that way, and I cried until my head began to hurt. Aaron took me into his arms and brought me out of the hospital building. He placed me in the car and drove us home. When he stopped the car, he carried me into our room and then moved to draw me a quick bath. He ordered the cook to make us brunch as we hadn't eaten yet.

I didn't have an appetite for food. I needed a bath and then coil up in a ball on the bed, but I said nothing as he gave the cooks instructions to follow.

Once he finished setting the water, he came to the bed and helped me out of all my clothes before taking me into the bathroom and setting me down in the bathtub. I sighed and settled in as I felt an instant relief did the ache, but not for the pain of loss.

"Thank you." I moaned, my eyes lingering on him.

"You're welcome."

I took hold of his hand. "Join me." I beckoned to him.

He hesitated, "You're sure?"

"I don't want to be alone," I told him. This was the most vulnerable thing I've said since the day began, and it was honest.

He undressed before me the next second that passed, and there he stood before me naked with his scars, healing wounds, and tattoos. I never asked where he went yesterday that made him come home at two a.m., but I know it wasn't a good place. My breath hitched as I thought of how beautiful this man was with all his scars and imperfections. He was so much perfect compared to me, though.

I scooted to the side to let him into the bathtub and he got in behind me before pulling me closer so my back rested against him.

At the touch of our bodies, I felt a sense of completeness and contentment, and I wanted to stay here for as long as I could. I knew he was what I needed to get over this grief and brokenness. I wanted to feel vulnerable with him more than anything, and I knew he would not run away if he saw that side of me.

I maneuver around in the tub so I laid sideways into him. I clung to him as if he'd escape if I didn't. "She's gone, and it's all my fault." I began with a weak voice and tears rolled down my face.

His right hand wrapped around my middle. "It's not your fault. Do not let Betty get to you," he tells me, patting my back with his left hand.

My lips lingered on his, still kissing and sucking while my right hand glided down into the warm water, trailing down his body to find him there, semi-hard and throbbing. I did not hesitate before wrapping my hands around him and stroking him. I heard his breath hitch in his throat, telling me how wanted I was and how much he needed me.

I needed him too, and I wanted him to take me and do what he pleased with me.

I moved my legs apart to accommodate him and eased the head of his cock into me. He broke the kiss to drag in a deep breath, my position making my walls tighten around him, and I saw how hard it was for him to remain in control.

Our gazes locked, and I slowly moved on his length, earning a moan as compensation. He sat up and wrapped his arms around me, taking control of the moment, and I wrapped my legs around his middle.

"Fuck."

He guided us both, moving me up and down his length, and I did my part to grind against him every time I dropped.