Chapter Twenty Nine (R18)

Boston

Wrapping my arms around Aspen from behind, I tuck my fingers into the front of her jeans and lean down until my mouth is right next to her ear, "Hey, Baby, do you want something to drink?" I ask and then nibble on the sensitive flesh just beneath her ear, causing her to moan in pleasure and tilt her head to the side, giving me better access.
"No," she says huskily, rolling her hips so that her ass presses firmly against my cock.
"Are you hungry for something else, then, maybe?" I ask, the thought of taking her out here where we could get caught by anyone, causing my cock to become painfully hard.
Spinning around in my arms, Aspen places her palms against my lower abdomen and then lowers her left hand, slipping it beneath the top of my jeans until she has her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me as best she can from the confines of my jeans, "I'm always hungry for you," she murmurs, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes.
"Come on," I tell her, pulling her into me tighter and wrapping my arm around her shoulders, Aspen never removes her hand from my cock, instead she continues stroking me as we awkwardly shuffle past people dancing next to the bonfire, through vehicles parked all around and further away, where we can have some privacy.
I back her against a tree and pick her up by her ass, where she immediately wraps her legs around my waist She's pinned against the tree and my body, not allowing her much room for movement as I begin grinding myself against her pussy, showing her just how badly I want her.
Not wasting any time, I undo her pants, and then lower her to the ground only long enough to remove them from her body, dropping them into a heap at our feet, before undoing my own pants, dropping them to my ankles and picking her back up, my cock immediately settling against her soaking wet pussy. Aspen wiggles against me, "Fuck me, Boston," she wines, getting impatient that I've not filled her yet.
With a thrust of my hips, I'm buried to the hilt within her warmth. "You are so fucking perfect, Baby," I tell her, not moving as I allow her time to adjust to my size. When she starts rocking against me, I waste no time pounding into her tight little pussy, quickly sending up both into mind-numbing orgasms.
"Holy shit!" She groans, breathlessly when I've finished rocking into her, but not yet put her down, not ready to release her from my hold just yet.
"Holy shit is right, Baby. I think I have a bit of an exhibitionist on my hands," I tease as I place her on her feet and we both begin pulling our clothes back on.
"Only for you," she tells me, placing her hand on my shoulder as she pulls her pants on one leg before sliding her other through and shimmying them up her sexy as fuck legs.
Her comment catches me off guard, and I realize that we've never had the whole past experiences talk yet, "How...umm...", I start, scratching at my neck as I try to figure out how to ask what I'm wanting to ask without sounding like a dick. "Can I ask how many there were....umm...before me?"
"Are you asking how many people I've had sex with?" She asks this with an unreadable expression on her face.
"Umm....you don't have to answer if you don't want to. I shouldn't have asked." I mutter quickly, grasping ahold of her hand and moving to head back towards the party.
"Wait," Aspen says, stopping, and tugging on my hand to get me to turn back around to face her, "it's not a big deal. I'm not embarrassed by my number, I guess I just wasn't expecting it. Especially right then."
"Oh, yeah, I guess it was kind of random. But really, you don't *have* to tell me if you don't want to." I tell her with a shrug, but truly meaning every word.
"Two," she says matter of fact. "You, and an ex from my last school."
"Really?" I ask her, surprised.
"What, does that really surprise you?" she asks haughtily. *Oops, I wasn't trying to piss her off.*
"You just...shit," I mutter, shaking my head and trying to get my thoughts together so that I don't mix my words and make matters worse, "No, it doesn't surprise me it's just that you're so damn good at it. I honestly just assumed that you had more experience."
"Regardless of what I may have led you to believe at that party, I don't do *that* sort of thing. You were just different," she says, nearly whispering the last of her words as she lowers her head and begins digging the toe of her Chuck Taylors into the ground at her feet.
"Okay, *Mr. Sex God*," she says, suddenly, looking me straight in the eyes, as if daring me to lie, "how many girls have you been with?" She asks, still clearly a little irked at my assumption that she had been with more than just me and one other guy. Not that I like the thought of her being with *any* guy other than me.
"Two," I say, biting my bottom lip, knowing that she likely won't believe me.
"Fuck off!" she growls as she tries to move past me, clearly thinking that I'm either lying or making fun of her, maybe both.
Reaching out, I wrap my arm around her waist, halting her movements, "Aspen, I'm being honest. I've only been with two women."
She gives me a side-eye glance, "Do you think I'm stupid? Not to mention I'm not going to stand here and let you mock me for not fucking every Tom, Dick, and Harry like your *precious* Mallory." she snarls Mallory's name.
*Goddamn, her jealousy is such a fucking turn-on, but now is definitely not the time to mention that little tidbit.*
"It's only been you and my ex..." I tell her, cupping her cheek and forcing her to look me in the eyes, needing her to see the truth in my words.
"Honestly?" she whispers, still hesitant to believe me.
"I swear, Baby. That party, fuck, at the game, all I could think about was you." I tell her, moving her back until her back is against the same tree as before, "did you know that I looked for you after the game, hoping that I would find you?"
"You did?" She asks softly.
"I did, you had me from the moment our eyes locked. I don't know what it was that drew me to you, but fuck, I'm glad that it did." Aspen bites her bottom lip, nibbling on the skin. Using my thumb, I pull it away from her teeth, not wanting her to damage her perfect, beautiful lips, "I hadn't been with anyone other than my ex. After she died...I just—" I shake my head, unable to voice the depression that I'd gone through after losing her.
"She died?" Aspen whispers, sounding heartbroken. I nod in response, unable to speak just yet.
"What happened?" She asks. I knew that the question was coming, that she would ask it as soon as I said that she'd died. She's been gone for a year and a half now and it's still hard as fuck to talk about.
"Do you remember how I always made sure that you saw me opening your drinks and told you that there had been girls that had been roofied before?"
"Yeah, I remember. I thought it was oddly thoughtful, but also just plain odd since we were complete strangers," she tells me, leaning her head back against the tree and lifting her right hand to trail her fingers through my dark locks.
"My ex, Sabrina, had been one of the girls that had been roofied and taken advantage of. It was at a party that neither I nor any of my brothers had gone to. I didn't know about any of it until the next day." Shaking my head, I realize that I must not be making a whole lot of sense. "The next morning, I had hundreds of Facebook notifications, which was so out of the norm, that of course, I decided to see what it was about."
I take a deep breath, knowing this will be the hardest part, "there were pictures, dozens of them, of six or seven guys running a train on her, completely unconscious. Along with the pictures were hundreds of absolutely horrible comments, people calling her a slut, skank, whore. Saying that she should go to hell for cheating on me, and so, so much worse." I can feel tears building behind my eyes and am thankful that it's dark, praying that she can't see them, but knowing that she likely can, or will, "She saw all of it when she woke up the next morning and she—" A sob escapes me, unable to even say the words.
"Fuck!," Aspen says, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me into her, as I let loose of all of the emotions that I'd left pent up for so damn long. "Shh...it's okay. Damnit, I'm so sorry." she mutters while stroking her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck, "I shouldn't have asked."
Aspen continues to console me until I finally manage to get myself back under control and pull away from her, wiping my face with the back of my hands and then turning and taking a few steps away from her, needing a moment to collect myself.
"Sorry..." I mutter when I turn back around to face her.
"Boston," she says, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her chin against my pecs, waiting until I look down at her, giving her my full attention before she speaks, "never, ever apologizing for feeling, okay?" I nod but say nothing. "Thank you for telling me, I know that it couldn't have been easy, but it means a lot that you did."
"I don't want to keep anything from you, Aspen. Not if I can help it, at least." I tell her, leaning down, needing to kiss her. She must take the hint because she meets me halfway, helping to erase the rest of the lingering pain over the loss of Sabrina.
"Are you okay to go back to the party?" she asks with a nod of her head behind us and looks me in the eyes when she pulls back.
"Yeah, I shouldn’t probably make sure that my brothers haven't gotten themselves into too much trouble." She chuckles and then twines her fingers with mine, following me out of the small cropping of trees and towards the voices, laughter, and squeals up ahead.
"Hey, big brother, what have *you two been up to?' Linc asks, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, his other wrapped around a cute little blonde with bright green eyes.
I don't answer, just wag my eyebrows, and give him a big smile.
"My man! “He says, and then turns to the girl, and burying his face against her neck mutters loudly enough for even us to hear, "this is my brother, Boston, and his girl, Aspen," then he turns to us with a twinkle in his eyes and an ear to ear smile, "Bos, Aspen, meet Raleigh."