While Bella went into her room to change and pack, Aidan wandered around her home, getting a sense of her style and personality. She definitely wasn't a frou-frou girl. No pink and lace for her. Bella had decorated her little cottage in what could only be described as country chic; muted earth tone furniture, oversized and comfortable, classical tables with cabriolet legs in the rich colors of green, gold and dark red. Her kitchen was very modern, with granite countertops, antique white beadboard cabinets and stainless steel appliances. She did seem to have a thing for chickens, though; they graced rugs and dishes, and there were several figurines prominently displayed. Overall, Aidan liked what he saw, just as he liked Bella.
Bella came out of her bedroom as Aidan was walking back into the living space. She had dressed in jeans tucked into black knee high suede boots, an emerald green long-sleeved shirt that came off one shoulder and showed off the black strap of her bra and long dangly earrings. She carried a thick, knee length knitted sweater coat in one hand and an oversized weekender bag in the other.
Aidan whistled. "I didn't think you could look any better than you do naked, but you look hot, baby girl," he told her. He walked over and took her bag from her.
Bella smiled, embracing the compliment, a rarity for her. "Thank you. After all the attention, I feel pretty."
"You ready?" Aidan asked. Bella nodded and grabbed her purse from the table where she'd sat it upon entering the house. She handed Aidan her keys so he could lock up behind them. With a hand on the small of her back, he ushered her to the SUV. Placing her bag in the back, he again hoisted her up into the front seat.
"I could get used to that," she told him with a little laugh.
"Me, too," Aidan told her before stepping between her legs. He placed his hands on her thighs and just stood there. Bella felt a great tenderness for this man at this moment that went beyond lust. He had fucked her in ways she had never dreamed of, yes, but beyond that he had made her feel beautiful, cherished and had assaulted a man in defense of her. Placing her hands on his face, she leaned in and tenderly kissed his lips. She places little sipping kisses all of over his lips, from one corner to the next before running her tongue along the seam of his mouth. When he opened for her, Bella tenderly deepened the kiss, sucking on his tongue and licking the entire inside of his mouth, never once hurrying.
Aidan moaned and squeezed her thighs. Bella pulled back and Aidan leaned his forehead against hers, panting. "Baby girl, you are going to kill me. I've only known you one day and I think I'm falling in love with you."
"You don't have to say that, Aidan."
"I wouldn't just say that, Bell. I think you are so special. I can't wait to get on with this weekend. We are going to prove to you how desirable you are. You get buckled up. We have a date with Eli," and with that he kissed her on the nose he shut her door.
They drove to the restaurant in comfortable silence, Bella having changed the radio to something more palatable for her. Once they reached Jakes, Aidan had the SUV valeted and they walked into the restaurant. Eli, having arrived first, stood when he spotted them.
"Princess, you look beautiful," he told her as he leaned in to kiss her on the mouth.
"Thanks, Eli," he told her as he held out her seat for her. The men took up positions on either side of her. She stopped for a moment to think of how their situation would look to people. It was obvious from their body language, to anyone paying attention, that she was intimate with both men. After a moment's quiet deliberation, she decided she didn't give a whit about what anyone thought. Hell, this was Portland, weird and unusual were the norm!
After looking over the menu for several moments, Bella turned to Eli and offered, "Why don't you order for me?"
A look of lust instantly filled his chocolate brown eyes. "Do you have any idea how much your freely given submission turns me on?"
Slipping her hand up his thigh to cup his now hard cock, Bella coyly told him, "I have an idea."
When the waiter approached, Bella kept her hand where it was in Eli's lap. Aidan ordered first, steak and lobster with a loaded baked potato. Eli, heavy lidded from arousal, ordered Bella the penne pasta with lobster and himself the same as Eli. He gave out a slight groan when Bella squeezed his cock under the table and the waiter smirked at Bella, clearly aware to what was going on.
When the waiter left to place their order, Aidan leaned over to whisper in Bella's ear. "Wicked girl."
Bella smiled, feeling a new confidence in herself as a sensual woman. "I'm learning." With a final squeeze, Bella removed her hand from Eli and picked up her glass of wine, taking a sip.
"You are so going to pay for that, little girl," Eli promised her. Their meal progressed in companionable conversation about mundane things. It seemed, in a small way, that they had known each other for a much greater length of time than they actually had. Bella told them of starting her own business a few years previous.
"Honestly, if it hadn't been for my parents I never would have been able to. They helped me. I've always loved flowers and plants. Even though my father is Italian, my parents were hippies to the core, still are. I grew up on a sort of commune on the outskirts of town. I loved helping in the garden, getting my hands dirty and creating life. After a while, my parents started a co-op grocery store. It was very successful. It's a chain of stores through Portland now, but they are still hippies at heart. They helped me with the start-up capital. I was extremely lucky to find the storefront I have. It is a great place, lots of foot traffic. I was able to pay them back in the first year."
"Hippies, huh?" Aidan asked. "I guess that explains you not freaking out over the thought of having two men; especially two men who want each other as well as you. All that free love among hippies?"
Bella laughed. "That's probably a big part of it, yes. My parents had a pretty open marriage when we were growing up. They were swingers and had lovers. There was no shame or taboo regarding sex in our family. Of course, my sisters and I never saw anything inappropriate, our parents weren't pervs, but we were aware. My parents may have been open about sex, but they only loved each other. Still do. They are head over heels in love after all these years."
"Sisters? How many?" Eli asked.
"Two, one older, one younger. Both are married with kids, pretty happily I might add. I'm an aunt to 5 nieces. Girls seem to run in our family."
"Well, I for one am grateful for your upbringing. You're lucky," Eli told her, a look of sadness in his eyes.
"I hope you don't mind, but Aidan told me you don't speak to your family. I'm very sorry for that. I wish everyone were accepted for who they were. The world would be a better place."
Before Eli could reply, his phone beeped, signaling a text message. "That's Lina. She can get us in at 1:30. That's only 20 minutes from now so we'd better go."
