Chapter Thirty Four

Boston

It's been five days since Aspen was released from the hospital on Wednesday. Her doctor ordered her to take Thursday and Friday off from school to just rest up and use the weekend to prepare for the following week back at school.
She mainly spent the time working on assignments that had been given out throughout the week, but she also rested, after a lot of badgering from all four of us boys and both of our parents.
There's been a lot of eye-rolling, murmuring under her breath about how much she hated us, and frustration on her part. She's made it a point to inform us all several times that she was *not* an invalid, over the last several days. But, we just wanted her to take care of herself and not push herself too much, so we've tried to not let it bother us too much.
I wouldn't even have sex with her. And, she was most definitely *not* happy about that.
Last night, after she got out of the shower, she walked into my room through our adjoining bathroom, completely naked, and crawled onto my bed, between my legs, and tried to suck me off. And, *fuck*, it took everything in me to turn her down. She's not gone down on me yet, but with her talk of not having a gag reflex, I can't deny that I am beyond curious and excited to find out.
She huffed out of the bedroom, throwing a fit like a petulant child who didn't get her way. I watched her fine ass jiggling with every step she took away from me, and just bit my bottom lip to keep myself from calling out for her to come back. I watched her walk into our bathroom and then slam my bathroom door closed. The sound of her frustrated screaming followed immediately after.
Of course, I couldn't stay away from her and about an hour later, I ended up sneaking into her room, where I found her fast asleep. After gently slipping into her bed, I curled myself around her small body, needing to feel connected to her after the distance that has been between us since coming home on Wednesday.
"Are we okay?" I ask her, stepping up behind her and wrapping my arms around her bare abdomen, I pull her tightly back against me, praying that she doesn't pull away like she has done so many times recently.
Tipping her head up to look at me, her glare is in full force as I take her in, my gut clenching at knowing that she's still pissed at me. But, she doesn't pull away this time, so maybe she's starting to see reason. "I don't know, are we?" She sasses back at me.
Pulling my arms from around her waist, I turn her around to face me while simultaneously dropping down to my knees, "Baby, trust me when I tell you that turning down all of your sexual advances over the last several days, has been the hardest thing I have ever had to do, second to watching you lie unconscious in the hospital bed, not knowing if you would wake back up."
Her face softens at my words, so I continue being honest with her, "You had a concussion, and I'm terrified as fuck of hurting you. I can't lose you." I reach out, and grasp ahold of her hands, wanting her to hear my next words because they aren't easy for me to say, "Aspen, you are *everyfuckingthing* to me. And I think..." I cut myself off because I don't want her to doubt I mean these words as I say them to her for the first time, "no, I fucking know, that I am so goddamn in love with you that it scares me."
Tears begin to form in her eyes and her bottom lip trembles slightly as she searches my eyes for any sign of deceit, when she doesn't find any, she finally speaks, "You love me?" She whispers, shaking her head back and forth in disbelief.
"I know it's soon, but fuck, after watching you go down on the track last week, and seeing you unconscious in that hospital bed, I could no longer deny it. Hell, I didn't want to deny it anymore. I am completely, one hundred percent, in love with you."
"Boston, I don't know what to say," she murmurs, removing her hands from mine to cover her mouth.
"You don't have to say anything. I didn't tell you because I expected you to say it back in return. I mean, I hope that one day you will but only when *you* are ready." I have no doubt in my mind that she loves me too, and she's just in denial about it, afraid of getting her heart broke.
"And also," I say with a smirk, knowing that it's time to change the subject. "I'm sorry that I've made you mad because I wouldn't have sex with you, but sex isn't the only way for us to be intimate with one another."
"Oh, yeah?" she asks, biting the corner of her bottom lip with her top teeth, "what other ways are there for us to be intimate with one another?"
"Well," I say, lowering my left hand to run it along the silky smooth skin of her calf, "there's touch. We tend to forget how pleasurable touch alone can be without it leading to physical sex. I could give you a massage," I tell her, pressing my fingers into the muscle, kneading it with my fingertips.
"There's kissing," I tell her, placing a kiss against her exposed abdomen, just below her belly button. When she begins to rock her hips forward, I lick and nip at the area, making her moan my name. "I could formally court you," I tell her, my lips brushing against the soft skin above her panties, "I could take you out on a date, take you to a movie, where we end up making out through the whole thing'"
Thinking of other acts of intimacy, I stay quiet for a moment. "We can still touch," I tell her, trailing my hand from where I'd still been massaging it, up her thigh, then gently trailing my fingertips across the silky material at the apex of her thighs, causing her to gasp out a moan. "Bring each other pleasure without ever taking our clothes off."
Wrapping my right arm around her, I palm her ass to help keep her steady as I continue rubbing her through her panties, "You're so damn wet, baby," I tell her, lowering my face until I'm staring at her red silk covered pussy, without moving the cloth, I lean forward and nibble on her clit, pulling another gasp from her lips as she begins rocking against my face.
"Then, there's talking," I growl, my voice deep and my breathing becoming labored as I restrain myself from stripping away her last few remaining articles covering her sexy little body and giving her exactly what she's been begging me for days for. "Tell me what you want, Baby."
"I want to cum," she moans. "I want you to fuck me, Boston, please! I want to feel you inside of me," she says, basically begging for my cock.
Pulling my shorts down my hips, I stand up, working them the rest of the way down as I grasp hold her hand and wrap it around my aching shaft, "Is this what you want, Baby?" I ask as I begin gliding her hand up and down me, removing my hand as she begins pumping me, eliciting a moan from deep in my throat.
"Yes," she tells me before popping up on her toes and crushing her lips to mine, wrapping her free hand around my neck, she begins to move, backing towards her bed until she's falling against it and I'm crawling over her, settling myself between her thighs and sinking my cock into her moist heat.
"Fuck!" I growl, then start moving, loving how tight she is and how good she feels wrapped around my cock. "God, I love you," I tell her as I get lost in her body, giving in to the sensations that I've been denying both of us over the last five days.
"Fuck!" she cries, then quickly throws her arm over her mouth the stifle the sound as she arches up into me, silently begging for me to fuck her deeper. Then, she mutters from around her arm, "don't stop."
"I'll never stop fucking you, Baby," I tell her, wholeheartedly meaning those words. I'd fuck her every day until my last dying breath if she'd let me.
All too soon we're both cuming, crying out our release, and trying to catch our breaths. Looking down, I stare into her eyes, still trying to figure out how in the hell I got so lucky that this beautiful woman wants *me*.
"What?" she asks, watching me with a silly grin on her face.
"Nothing," I tell her, the desire to express my love for her once more nearly overwhelming. "I just want you to know how much I love you and am so grateful that you're mine."
"Boston," she utters my name, giggling as she looks at me like she's considering saying those words back to me. But, I don't want her to feel obligated to repeat them just because I said them to her.
"Time to get your sexy ass out of the bed and ready for school," I tell her, smacking it to prove my point, and then chase her into the bathroom, where I fully intend to ravage her all over again.