Chapter 96: Chapter 96

It's okay that Aaron, and even Yolanda, used to have ten guns in the same room with him. But for me, it's annoying. I'm sure these people don't have a legal license to carry a gun.

- No – Yolanda shakes her head – But if someone wants your attention, attacking the Bronx is a good move – she turns completely towards me, pointing with her chin – And attacking him is an even better move.

"He made a bad choice," I hear Aaron mutter.

He turns to me, pulling me closer. When our closeness provides intimacy, LeBlanc frames my face, looks me in the eye. His eyes are more yellow than green now, and I'm thrilled, not by him, but by the way his gaze always tells me something his lips would never.

- I'll be back soon – he whispers – Yolanda will take care of you.

I nod my head in confirmation, even though I have no idea which is the best decision to make.

Should I go with him?

Was I supposed to obey and stay?

Should I have a personal attitude?

Aaron kisses me briefly, then pulls away, leaving me even more puzzled. I mean, I understand causal sex. People do this all the time. But goodbye kiss? Isn't it a couple story?

He walks out the door and all the armed men follow him. I am alone in the room, which now seems huge, with Yolanda. I look at her, to make sure I'm not the only one inside freaking out.

"Holy shit," Yolanda mutters.

- What? I frown, confused.

- I don't know who's having fun in the wrong place – she said – But I don't want to be in his place when LeBlanc finds him.

I turn to the doorway Aaron has just walked through. So he went to make up with someone who was doing stupid things. My mind first thinks of Vicenzo, but I quickly dismiss that possibility. Vicenzo is an idiot, but he's not dangerous.

Then I think about the fact that I don't know Aaron LeBlanc. I've spent the last few days sleeping under the same roof as him, yet I don't know what he's capable of. And while my intuition tells me that's reason enough to stay away, what keeps me close is stronger.

"I'll show you the bedroom," Yolanda said.

Bedroom? So will I stay here long?

I turn to her, confirming with a nod. I remember on our last date she threatened to cut off all my fingers. I hope we got over it.

Yolanda leads the way and I follow. Your house is large and comfortable. Apparently it gets a lot of visitors because there are a lot of bedrooms and bathrooms. However, it is not luxurious, everything is very comfortable and simple. Yolanda goes upstairs, opening the first door to the third floor.

- You can have this room.

I walk past her into the bedroom. It's small but clean and airy enough that I don't hate it. I look at the double bed and wonder if I'm going to sleep here for one night or several. I wonder if I will sleep alone...

- I didn't like you – said Yolanda drawing my attention – But I already had someone like you.

She's leaning against the door frame, staring at me without hesitation as if she were rude.

- Someone like me?

- I was married and I loved my husband. When he was sentenced to death, no one protected him. Nobody could – she shrugs – But LeBlanc seems to like you, and I want to do for him what they didn't do for me.

Does he seem to like me? I have some doubts about this. However, I'm glad that Yolanda agreed to host me. LeBlanc seems to trust him, and that must mean a lot.

- I thank.

Pregnant.

Yes, very pregnant.

Undeniably pregnant.

I stare at the television in front of me, static as a piece of wood, pale as a piece of paper. I blink several times, waiting for the dream to end and reality to dawn. However, this is not the case. It is reality.

Margot Donneli is pregnant.

Elliot will be a father again.

I watch the First Lady on silent TV, because I turned the volume down at one point so I could concentrate on my thoughts. I have to make sure my chin isn't on the floor as Elliot and Margot embrace, happy for the blessing in their lives.

Time passes, so much so that the news changes and the image of the then president and his wife disappears. I stay in the same place, sitting in the middle of the bed, staring into space. I allow myself to feel the rejection, and also a little envy. I didn't want to be this baby because I don't trust Margot's mothering skills. However, I miss having a family, no matter how venomous mine was.

I continue to watch television even if I don't watch it. Then I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I know it's not Yolanda, because she has light, slow steps. I hold my breath, trying not to make any noise that might interfere with my hearing.

Footsteps approach the door, and the next noise comes from the doorknob being slowly turned. I look towards the door, eager to see the first thing of the day. At this point, I realize that my day has been boring since I arrived here. I ate without anyone teasing me on the other side of the table. I showered alone. I sat and watched TV, but it wasn't my favorite animated movie.

LeBlanc pushes the door open, only halfway into the room. She scans my face, then my breasts, because the shirt Yolanda lent me is at least two sizes too small for me.

"I brought your suitcase," he informs. I nod my head, indicating that I understand.

We looked at each other for a short minute. The lights in the bedroom are off, as is the rest of the house. The only light comes from the television, and it is completely turned towards me. So LeBlanc is just a shadow at the door.

I am giving my hand. Aaron hesitates, but only for a second. He looks outside, checks that the hallway is empty, then enters and closes the door behind him. Aaron approaches slowly and discreetly, his hands in his pockets.

He wears jeans, a crumpled white T-shirt and a leather jacket. Simply put, it tastes good.

- Solved your... - I'm looking for the best word - Problem?

LeBlanc reaches out and takes my hand. His touch, innocent at first, fills and completes me. It's like I've spent my whole life looking forward to it. He turns my palm up, then lets go.

Aaron reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small object that I immediately recognize as a switchblade. He opens the knife, revealing the sharp blade. My palm remains tense, now a little clammy.

I have a lot of questions, but curiosity makes them all die on my lips. Looking into my eyes, LeBlanc brings the knife closer, then gently slides the blade across my palm.

I close my hand, withdrawing it immediately. The surprise makes me flinch even before realizing that it excites me. LeBlanc stares at me, no scolding, no pressure, just his bright eyes watching me. He knows I'm going to ask for more.

Slowly, I open my hand, looking at the palm and trying to figure out why it's sensual. I reach out my hand again because for some reason I trust him more than I should. However, LeBlanc shakes his head in the negative, making me frown. He twirls a finger in the air, indicating that I need to turn around.

There's a protest on the tip of my tongue. Patience has never been one of my virtues. But along with the protest, I also feel the anticipation. I get up on my knees and turn my back to him, folding my legs.

I hear the rustling of fabrics as he takes off his jacket, throwing the thick leather next to me onto the bed. LeBlanc grabs the strap of the satin blouse I'm wearing. He uses the switchblade to cut it. It's all happening so slowly, but at the same time, fast enough that my mind can't process it. He cuts off the second suspender, then the shirt falls apart, puckering at my waist.

"Your skin is so perfect," he whispers. I feel the tip of the blade brush the middle of my back, starting at the back of my neck and working down. I arch my back, even though a masochistic part of me wants to reach out - Every time I touch you, I'm afraid I'll mark you.

"I don't think I would mind," I mumble.

"It would bother me," he said. The blade goes all the way down to my hip where the lace of my panties starts - It's a work of art.

LeBlanc cuts both sides of my panties with the switchblade. His touch makes me feel like I'm drowning, being carried away by waves of pleasure where the lifeboat is nowhere to be found.

I find myself sighing, searching for air that I didn't realize I had lost. My chest rises and falls rapidly. My hands are sweating cold.

Aaron puts a hand in the middle of my back, then, pressing forward, he pushes me back against the mattress. My face meets the sheet, and my ass stays perched up. Aaron grabs the t-shirt wrapped around my waist, dragging it down with the shreds of my panties.

I feel the mattress sink as he climbs up behind me. Anticipation, along with fear, grips my body. Suddenly it's not me anymore. It's not LeBlanc anymore. It's just our bodies.

First he touches my ass. His fingers are like soft brushes that glide over my skin, walking over me like I'm a blank canvas. Then he bends down, kissing both sides of my ass. And after each kiss, I get a slap that propels me forward.

" I missed you. His hoarse voice causes a familiar tingle to grow between my legs.

- Prove it - I tease.

I hear his chuckle, because he knows how to recognize a challenge when someone throws one at him. LeBlanc steps behind me, and I feel my body jump as he licks me. Then I feel myself shivering and collapsing. Your warm lips wake me up in an unparalleled way, and right now I'm completely abandoned.

- Aaron - his name is the only thing my mind can convey to my lips.

He cups my ass, burying his face between my legs as I'm on all fours. Not only does it suck me, but it devours me. Every lick - on my clitoris, inside me and out of me - is the purest sense of hunger.

I don't see him, and that makes my mind focus on what I have about him: his smell. The smell of showers and imported cologne and arrogance.

I squeeze the sheet between my hands. My only complaint is not being able to see it, but god damn it, every second is worth it. I push my hips against him, rolling on his tongue. Everything inside me tightens as I try to regain control of my body which only knows how to shake and arch.

LeBlanc stops sucking me off before I can reach an orgasm. Getting frustrated and excited is something that often happens when I'm with him. His kisses go up my back to my shoulders. His warm breath hitting my skin upsets my self-control.

My blood swells in my veins, my mouth goes dry and I feel hot on every damn bit of skin. Aaron unzips his pants, and the fact that I'm only imagining him and not seeing him makes the experience all the more exciting. I hear the laminated wrapper rip and as LeBlanc puts the condom on himself, my body remembers the feeling of having it inside me.

"You are so mine," he said, stroking my ass.

- I am yours - I said moaning, not necessarily because I am your possession, but because, for the moment, I do not belong to another. I don't even belong to myself.

He sinks his knees between mine, positions himself behind me, slowly introducing his cock into my body. I spread my legs, allowing their wide, thick length to extend. One of his hands holds my waist, the other caresses my back.

A moan slowly leaves my lips as every inch of him enters me. As we become one. I'm propelled forward as Aaron fills me to the max, resting his hips on my ass.

"My…god," I sigh, rolling my eyes back.

I squeeze the sheet tighter as it leaves my body, only to push again, harder this time. And in addition to your body inside mine, your hoarse, muffled moans turn me on too. Your pleasure makes me happy.

I feel you everywhere, even where your hands are not.

He holds my waist, making my body his personal plaything and making me love it. Aaron tugs and pushes me, fully penetrating me. My legs give out and the moans are louder than I can control.

- Damn - he moaned - Damn.

All I can do is try not to collapse against the mattress as it sinks, fast and hard, filling me with its size and warmth. And more than being inside me, he looks at me. I can feel the warmth of his gaze running down my back.

- Aaron! - His name sounds so natural on my lips that I don't realize I'm screaming.

LeBlanc leans forward, covering my mouth with his hand.

"Silence," he whispers.

I close my eyes tight, feeling my body shatter suddenly. I feel myself vibrate to my fingertips. And then, as if fireworks exploded in each of my cells, I begin to enjoy. I don't know when one orgasm ends and the next begins, but my body convulses with each wave of pleasure.

One of his hands rests against my mouth while the other grips my neck, forcing me to arch my back even more. Aaron slams in and out of me, twice as fast, until he reaches his limit. As he pumps again, I feel his body tingle, and I'd give anything to see that.

His moans are so loud with the last thrust that I'm sure he's going to collapse on top of me. But that doesn't happen. Aaron remains static, completely buried inside me, breathing hard against my hair.

I smile even though his hand is still over my mouth and I know he can't see it. Now I know what is this feeling that rocks us and distances us from the rest of the world.

Loyalty.

This connection is about loyalty.

No matter how dirty our interaction is, I'll always be true to how I feel when we're alone, naked and sweaty.