Chapter Twenty-Nine
Two days later, a sore but much better Bethany left the hospital, much to the disappointment of the nurses. They wouldn’t miss Bethany, but they all became rather fond of having a celebrity in their hospital and were not inclined to let go of Aidan. As she waited by the car, Aidan hugged, kissed, and laughed with the nursing staff who came to see them off.
“Males nurses were there to say goodbye to you, too,” Bethany said as the car drove them toward her apartment.
“I have a large gay fan base,” Aidan said.
“Cool.”
“I love fans. Everyone has fantasies that will never come true about me. I had fantasies about Farrah Fawcett that will never come true either. What are you going to do?”
Bethany laughed. “I loved Matt Dillon as a teenager.”
Aidan frowned. “Did you have…”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I honestly don’t want to hear any more about this.” Aidan glanced at himself in the mirror, and it was evident he measured his looks against Mr. Dillon.
“I was thirteen years old, Aidan. And yes you are better looking than Matt Dillon.”
Aidan smiled and leaned over to kiss her, mindful of her wounded face, and licked inside her mouth with intensity and care. “You taste so good.” He moaned as he continued his soft seduction.
Bethany returned the kiss less gently.
“Be nice,” Aidan growled. “I’m trying not to attack you. I’ve never been this long without sex.”
Bethany pulled away from him. “You didn’t…?”
“No. I admit to trying, but I think you ruined me for other women.”
Bethany smiled at him. “Isn’t that a shame?”
Aidan frowned.
Bethany mockingly frowned back at him. “Oh look! We’re here.” Then she frowned sincerely. “What’s all this about?”
Aidan groaned as he eyed the media surrounding her condo complex like birds of prey. “My ex-wife, remember her?”
Bethany nodded slowly.
Aidan told her what Paula had said to the gossip rag.
“Oh my God, Aidan!”
“I know,” Aidan said holding her close, ignoring the flash of bulbs from outside the limousine. “I’m so sorry.”
Bethany looked up at him. “Why are you sorry? This isn’t your fault.” Bethany took a deep calming breath. “Okay, let me out.”
Aidan cupped her face and kissed her. “Let me handle this.”
Bethany kissed him back. “No.”
His green eyes sizzled at her. “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean, no. She said those things about you and me, hoping to ruin your reputation, just before the Actors Guild? She’s a bitch, Aidan. I’m sorry to say that about someone you used to love.”
****
Aidan kissed her, tenderly pouring all his love into the kiss, sinking his tongue into the deep recesses of her mouth. As he ended the kiss, he murmured, “I only thought I loved her. I didn’t honestly know what it meant until I fell in love with you. I’ll be right by your side.”
Bethany smiled. “Very nicely said, Mr. Movie Star.”
“I appreciate your support, Ms. Fan.”
Aidan shook his head and stepped out of the limousine, extending his hand he helped Bethany out of the car. There was a hush in the audience of reporters when they saw her battered face. She walked over to them, allowed them to surround her and then she spoke in a clear voice. “Ms. Mazan has said some things about my friend, Aidan Shannon, that I would like to dispute.”
“First, he is not a drug addict. It is really that simple. The fact that she continues to push this lie as fact is absurd. Secondly, I’m not some crazed fan that held him hostage like Kathy Bates in Misery. We, that is to say, Aidan and I, had a mutually agreed-upon relationship while he was filming here in Fredericksburg. When he left, we were both very sad, and like most people, we didn’t handle it well. Those photos of Aidan looking less attractive were times that he was…” Bethany looked at Aidan.
“I was missing her quite desperately,” he said to the crowd with a smile.
“Most of you know that relationships take work, and we had some issues to iron out. We did the work. We are back together, and Ms. Mazan doesn’t know a thing about us. I find it sad that a woman of Ms. Mazan’s great beauty would stoop so low as to make false accusations about her ex-husband so close to the nominations of the Actor Awards. It appears mean-spirited and vindictive, too much like the character she played on television. I feel sorry for her. Thank you, that is all I have to say.”
The press continued to flash their cameras and yell out questions, but Bethany looked at Aidan, nodded, and he escorted her into her condominium. He’d never felt so proud of anyone in his life.
Aidan spent the next week in the role of the nurse. He brought Bethany food and drink, entertained her with movie-making stories, and sat with her on the couch watching horror films. Finally, she was well enough to make love. If he had the voice for it, he would have started singing the Hallelujah chorus. Then again, that would take too long.
****
Bethany sat naked on Aidan’s lap as he played with her breasts. They had spent the day making love and talking, reclaiming the physical bond that had existed before their breakup.
“The bruising makes them ugly.”
“Nothing could make these lovely beauties ugly, sweetheart.” Aidan cupped her breasts tenderly, kissing each nipple. “Certainly not bruises, which will go away.”
“So did you really kick Michelle and Tom out that night?” Aidan asked continuing their previous conversation before passion had taken over.
Bethany sighed. He certainly had a way with her breasts. “Yeah, they were, like, going at it on my couch during Amadeus, for crying out loud. So I kicked them out and then I went to my car because I needed ice cream.”
“Carl’s?”
“Well, yeah.” Like there was any other place?
“And they’re in the truck, and, believe me, it was rocking like an earthquake was happening.”
Aidan sucked gently on her nipples, giving each one his personal attention. “That’s when…”
“Yeah, let’s not talk about—”
“No problem.” He blew on her nipple, and she shivered. “Did I tell you about the cheap motel after a drunken binge?” He went back to her nipple, gently tugging it between his teeth.
Bethany moaned, her hips beginning a gentle undulation.
“Did I?” Aidan asked, after releasing her nipple with a popping sound.
“What are we talking about?”
Aidan smiled and told her about Mr. And Mrs. Moaner. When he finished the story, and they had both wiped the tears of laughter from their eyes, Aidan got down to some serious foreplay. The phone rang, and they both ignored it, leaving it to the answering machine to pick up. It was Michelle. Bethany frowned but was once again lost in the fog as Aidan licked and sucked at the center of her body.
“Put your legs on my shoulders, sweetheart,” Aidan murmured as he kissed her soft thigh. When she accommodated him, he returned to his target with a long lick. Her gasp made him smile, and he nuzzled her, lapping at the center of her pleasure.
“I swear to God I’m going to come over if you don’t pick up the darn phone! I mean it. I drove by, and there are still media people everywhere. Are you guys all right?” Michelle’s voice sounded particularly shrill.
Aidan groaned and muttered, “We’d be fine if you would shut up.” Then he went back to loving Bethany with his tongue.
Michelle’s warnings became more severe and finally Bethany said, “All right! Stop, Aidan, wait, oh God! What are you…?”
Aidan didn’t stop. He slipped his tongue inside her as he used his thumb to press down on her clitoris, and she exploded.
After a few soothing licks to bring her back, Aidan’s head peeked up from between her legs and said, “Answer it, but be quick.” Then he stood and displayed just how desperately he needed to get inside her.
Bethany nodded as she stared at his sex and answered the phone.
“Oh, thank God, are you two okay?”
“We’re fine, Michelle. Sorry, we were taking a nap.”
Aidan rolled his eyes heavenward. “If those two can get it on while you are right there I think she can handle knowing what we’re doing.”
Bethany waved a hand at him to be quiet.
Aidan, obviously having never enjoyed being told what to do, walked back over to her, sat on the couch, and lifted her onto his erection.
Bethany squealed in shock.
“You okay, Bethany?” Michelle asked.
Bethany couldn’t answer, she was seated with her back to Aidan, and he was cupping her sex and thrusting into her lazily as he nibbled on her shoulder.
“Bethany?”
Bethany leaned forward on one hand and cried out as the feeling of his thrust became deeper.
“I have to…go!” She moaned, and hung up the phone. “Oh God!”
Aidan crooned, “Come on, baby, come for me.”
“I’m so embarrassed,” Bethany wailed.
“I’m not.” Aidan undulated his hips, and they both climaxed so loudly that the Moaners would have been proud.
That night Bethany slept on top of Aidan, loving his warm body under her and feeling him lightly stroke her back as he fell asleep.