Sound of Heartache ("Sound of" Book 2) (26 page)

“
I realized this morning when Brenna and I were looking for you that I want it to be me who loves you freely. We’re a family. Brenna was created from love and that hasn’t ever changed. We both made mistakes but we’re together now and we can move forward. I know we can.” Aimee searched Brent’s face for signs that he meant what he said. She saw sincerity and love there instead of mistrust and anger.

“
Speaking of Brenna…”She murmured. “Where is she?” Brent’s lips quirked in a smile, causing his green eyes to crinkle at the corners.

“
She’s with Jack and Ellie and little Elliott.” Brent glanced at the elegant clock on the wall. “The nanny comes in a half an hour so after that, the day is ours. But she was worried about you so we should probably stop in to see her before we go out.” Aimee’s heart beat erratically in her chest. Her emotions were on a rollercoaster but she was still pretty certain Brent had just said he loved her. She kept her eyes on his as longing coursed through her.

“
Nothing says we have to stop by Jack and Ellie’s room right now,” she said, taking two steps closer to him. His eyes widened and he, too, took a step forward.

“
No?” He asked, reaching out to flirt with the sash on her robe.

Aimee shook her head knowing there would be no stopping them this time. “No.” Brent tugged gently on the tie and her robe immediately loosened.

Brent tugged her into his arms. “What are we waiting for?”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Knowing he had Aimee to himself in the suite was killing him. And they didn’t have to be anywhere for hours, which caused excitement to thrum through his veins. Brent wanted so badly to explore the changes to Aimee’s body he’d noticed last night. He needed to show her how good it still was between them. He knew driving into her slick walls with his apa pressing against them would show her an entirely new level of sensual experience. First and foremost, Brent needed to get Aimee out of that teal nightie she was wearing because it was driving him insane.

He pulled her into his bedroom, shutting and locking the door soundly behind them. He wasn’t taking any chances on getting interrupted with Aimee. Not when they were about to come together for the first time in ten damn years. His intentions weren’t exactly a secret because his dick was making an impressive tent out of the front of his pajama bottoms. Aimee had noticed as well, hunger in her gaze. As he waited with bated breath, Aimee’s hand wrapped around his flannel covered cock and gave it a firm stroke. He thrust his hips upward into her tight grasp and groaned softly. He was embarrassingly close to losing control and he knew what little grasp he had would be torn to shreds if she touched him too much. He slowly pushed her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed.

“
Someone’s happy to see me,” she teased. Brent gave a strangled laugh. Aimee’s body radiated sensuality from the beads of her tight nipples to the faint scent of her arousal tinging the air.

“
He’s very happy you’re here,” he agreed. “But he’d like to see a whole lot less of that nightie.” Without hesitation, Aimee caught the edge of the gown and whisked it up and off her body. She tossed it somewhere across the room. Brent didn’t notice where it landed because he was too busy looking at the perfection that was his Aimee.

“
How about a little reciprocation?” She asked, sliding her silky hands under his tee. He obligingly lifted his arms and his shirt went the way of her gown. She let out an audible sigh as she ran her hands over the lightly sculpted muscles of his chest. He wasn’t muscle-bound like Jacob but he maintained himself well at the gym and had good definition. Aimee certainly didn’t seem to mind how he looked. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed, before lifting her lips to his for a kiss.

Brent lifted his hand to Aimee’s breast and gently caressed the slope and curve. She leaned into his touch, her soft sigh caught by his lips as they kissed deeply. His tongue was tangled together with hers and her body strained upward to meet his.

He broke free from the kiss. “I didn’t think I’d like them as much,” he gasped out, before sliding his tongue along her lips and back into her sweet mouth. She pulled back and nipped at his lower lip.

“
Like what as much as what?” She panted as he lightly pinched one nipple and then the other.

“
Your breasts. I loved them before. I was worried I would like them less because they aren’t what I was used to.” Brent pulled the lower half of Aimee flush against his rigid cock. “Clearly, though, I like them just as well.” Aimee groaned and rubbed herself against him.

“
Glad you like them,” she whispered, before dropping to her knees and taking his pants with her. His cock sprang free and almost immediately rubbed against her silky cheek. Pre-cum dripped from the head and a glistening strand of it ran from his belly to the swollen head. Swirling the moisture away with her tongue, Aimee took him deep into her mouth, apa and all.

“
Oh Jesus,” he moaned loudly. The muscles of his ass clenched as he thrust forward into the exquisite heat. He could see Aimee’s dark hair spilling down her back and she looked like a pagan goddess kneeling at his feet. She was every fantasy he’d ever had rolled into one seductive package. He wound his hands in her silky hair and gently pulled her free, his cock slapping up against his stomach. She looked up at him questioningly and his entire body shook with the need to consume her.

“
Too close?” She asked. He nodded wordlessly and she seemed to understand what he needed. Rising slowly, she climbed backwards onto the bed. Her legs were spread wide apart as she moved back toward the pillows and he could see her panties were drenched. He stood at the base of the bed until she hit the mountain of pillows and eased herself back. Working her hips, she shimmied her panties down and off and lay before him completely bare. The last time he’d made love with her, she’d been a sweet girl intent on pleasing him. The girl had turned into a completely enthralling, sexy woman who was waiting on him to please her. Brent knew he wasn’t going to be able to drag out foreplay in the way that Aimee deserved because he couldn’t wait a second more to be inside her body.

“
Condom?” He asked her roughly, stroking the thick length of his cock. He instinctively knew she was careful with her lovers and he knew he was clean. Aside from reassuring her about his health, he didn’t give two shits if there were any barriers between them. He wanted to make her his in every possible way.

“
I’m clean,” she told him, her hand snaking down her body toward the small strip of dark pubic hair, glistening with wetness. He watched, entranced, as she ran her fingers through her folds and spread the slick wetness around her sex. He tugged a little harder on the head of his dick, feeling it grow impossibly harder while he watched her pleasure herself.

“
I’m clean too,” he assured her. He lost his breath as her finger dipped inside and she brought the resulting wetness to her lips and spread it around, her tongue darting out for a taste. Fuck if he didn’t want a taste, too. His knees hit the mattress and he crawled across the bed with the sole intent of licking the arousal right off her lips. Aimee’s nipples distracted him from his mission, though. They were pebbled up tight and he couldn’t resist taking one of the red buds into his mouth. He gently sucked it into his mouth and laved it roughly. His position put his body directly over hers and Brent could feel the heat radiating from her core against the tip of his cock. He thrust against her gently, wetting the head.

“
I don’t want you to wear a condom,” she told him breathlessly. “The last time I felt you in me you didn’t have one on and I want to feel you like that again.” She widened her legs even further and his pelvis nestled snugly into hers. “Please don’t make me wait.” She ground herself against him and he shuddered. He wasn’t interested in making her wait ever again.

“
My Aimee,” he growled deep in his throat. He thrust his hips and his cock slid home. Aimee jolted in his arms and let out a long moan. The sensation from the apa felt amazing, creating tension along the head of his dick that jolted straight to his balls. He hoped it felt even half as good for her because he knew he wouldn’t fucking last inside Aimee like this. The incredible heat surrounding him made immediate heat tingle at the base of his spine.

Brent brushed his lips against hers, an open-mouthed, messy kiss. His hips took up a frantic rhythm, pounding into her heat. His thumb reached between their bodies and pressed hard against her swollen clit. The sounds falling from her lips drove his pace and he pushed against her, bottoming out.

“
I’m not going to last!” Aimee gasped out, her hands clawing at his sweat-slicken back.

“
Do you want my cum inside you?” He ground out, remembering his girl loved dirty talk. She arched up against him, trapping his hand against her so he couldn’t move as she ground herself against him. She let out a sharp cry and Brent felt the walls around his dick contract inward, creating a delicious pressure he was helpless against. Groaning, he bucked his hips one last time before spilling deep inside her.

As his orgasm passed, Brent slid to the side of her in a boneless heap. He was wrung dry and feeling oddly emotional. Aimee linked her fingers through his and he exhaled shakily, turning to face her.

“
So is this what you had in mind when you hired the nanny?” She asked, smiling wickedly. He huffed out a surprised laugh.

“
Not exactly,” he said. “I planned to take you out on the town. You’re just really distracting.” He gave her an exaggerated wink.

“
Do you still want to go on a date today?” Aimee seemed a little unsure and Brent squeezed her hand gently.

“
More than anything,” he reassured her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

As Aimee readied herself for Destruction’s concert, she wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She had felt that way off and on throughout the day, from the moment she had entered Brent’s suite to about an hour ago when Brent dropped her off so she could get ready. The band was headed over to the venue early to set up so she was taking a limo with Ellie and Ellie’s friend Regan.

The day had flown by amazingly fast. She and Brent had dropped in to see Brenna before heading out. Brenna had been perfectly content playing with little Elliott, who was an absolute doll. Jack had given her and Brent a knowing look, and Aimee had flushed. She was sure that morning’s sexcapades were written all over her face.

For their date, Brent had hired a driver to take them around to different parts of the city. He had bought her some crazily expensive lingerie in a store called Agent Provocateur. They had dined elbow to elbow with other tourists in an amazing hole in the wall in Chinatown. They had ridden a cable car and eaten chocolate down on the wharf. Aimee couldn’t remember having a more carefree, fun day. Best of all, Brent hadn’t been recognized a single time, even though his only disguise was a simple beanie and his sexy clear eyeglasses.

Finishing up the final touches to her makeup, Aimee looked at herself critically in the mirror. Did she pass muster as the girlfriend of a rock star? Her long black hair had curls twisted into it and pieces were pinned to the crown of her head, creating a waterfall effect down her back. She was wearing distressed boot-cut jeans with kickass black low-heeled boots. A tight red tank was paired with a fitted leather jacket. Her makeup was smoky, her lips a slick red. She watched as the image in the mirror shrugged her shoulders. This was her, no more and no less.

Gathering her courage, Aimee exited the suite and made her way to where Regan was staying. Ellie had decided to get ready with Regan so she wouldn’t be distracted by Elliott and his antics. She rapped her knuckles against the door, trying unsuccessfully to stuff down a sudden bout of nerves.

The door swung open and Aimee found herself staring at a stunning woman with a cascade of black hair and a killer body. She was so busy gaping, she didn’t realize she was being studied just as critically in return.

“
My God, you’re gorgeous!” She blurted out, and then immediately felt incredibly gauche. The woman laughed.

“
Brent know you’re a lesbian?” She asked with a slightly smoky voice. A grin curled the edges of lush lips.

“
Hell, I didn’t know I was a lesbian until two seconds ago!” They both laughed, the ice broken.

“
I’m Regan, Ellie’s best friend and all-around pain in the ass. You must be Aimee.” A hand was thrust in her face. Aimee shook it firmly.

“
Seriously, Regan, you’re rocking some killer looks.” A slight flush tinted Regan’s fair cheekbones.

“
Aren’t you a sweet one? But honey, you’re rocking your own air of class and sophistication and it puts the rest of us to shame.” Aimee flushed herself, pleased with the compliment.

“
Are you two done trying to get into the other’s pants? I’m feeling a little left out here, what with being the only straight one and all!” Ellie’s voice came from somewhere in the suite and she sounded highly amused. Regan backed away from the door and Aimee entered the room. Ellie appeared around a corner, looking stunning in black leather pants and an emerald green gauzy blouse.