The Absolution of Aidan (The Syndicate Series Book 3) (15 page)

“I don’t want to upset you any more than you have been all day, but I thought you should know. I received a text from your dad a few minutes ago. Apparently, I have a bodyguard now, too,” she exclaims dryly.

“Great. When will these nightmares ever end?” I sigh.

“Fucking never,” Dilan barks out from the living room.

“Dilan. If my grandson’s first word is the “F” word, I’m coming after you first.” I screw my face up by wrinkling my nose and wiggling it into the man’s face who’s captured my heart. “Grandma will do it, too.” He jabbers on and grabs a handful of my hair.

“Anyway, I’m off,” Mom declares. “Without your bodyguard?” I question. “Nope. He’s waiting downstairs.” She smiles not so cheerfully, kisses the both of us, grabs her purse from the table, and says goodnight. I watch her go, sadly I might add. Now, I’m stuck here with Dilan for god knows how long. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the guy is HOT. Screams total badass with tattoos covering both his arms and a face I’ve seen turn many women’s heads before. But he is not the man who makes my heart race, my pussy pulse, and my clit become easily aroused just by sitting down in a damn chair. There’s only one man who has ever done that for me, and I want him to come walking through the door and tell me how much he missed us before he helps put our boy to bed. It’s getting late. He needs to sleep.

“I’m putting him to bed.” My voice is trailing down the hallway as I go. I sigh for what has to be the hundredth time today, sit down in the rocking chair, and hum my child to sleep.

“I’ve never seen a picture so perfect in my life.” My throat is dry when I boost my dreary eyes up to meet Aidan’s. He’s tucking his phone into his back pocket, a quirky grin on his face.

Standing carefully, I take the few steps to the crib and place the baby down on his stomach then cover him with a light blanket. Aidan steps toward me and lowers his big frame over the crib, placing a tender kiss on top of his son’s cute little head. That sweet gesture, mixed with the fact he’s here, sends all my thwarting fury out the window.

“I will be throwing those pajamas away,” he says quietly.

“You will not. Seriously, Aidan, this is New York. Do you want your child getting beat up at school when he wears a Detroit Tigers shirt? We New Yorkers kill for that, you know?” I whisper back.

“I’d like to see some punk try to lay a hand on my kid. Not this boy. He’ll be defending himself by the time he’s one.” I roll my eyes. This argument will go on between the two of us forever.

“Night, buddy,” he says then grabs my hand and shuts off the light, closing the door halfway.

“How did it go?” He’s pulling me down the hallway, bypassing the vacant living room before he turns sharply into the kitchen. I hope Dilan’s gone. It’s blatantly obvious I didn’t hear Aidan come into the apartment, so how in the hell would I have heard Dilan go?

“Better than we expected. Can we talk about it later? Like after this?” He swoops me up into his arms, my feet lifting off the floor in a swoosh, then he places me on the countertop, centering himself between my legs.

“Well, all right then.” I lean into him, placing my hands on his solid chest, my fingers itching to touch his skin as I go. He feels good here. Like he belongs. I tremble when he slinks his hands up my bare thighs. Those enthralling eyes of his swallow me whole, taking in every part of my face. It’s as if he’s… I don’t really know what he’s doing. What he’s thinking.

“Aidan,” I say quietly. I’m beginning to worry now. This big man seems troubled in a way I’ve never seen before. I sit quietly, not knowing what the hell to do as he draws lazy circles across my thighs. We’ve had some serious talks during the past few days, learning more about each other in such a short period of time. But we’ve always ended up laughing or joking with one another. Teasing. We’re both alike in that strange, quirky kind of way.

“I realized one thing today.” Inwardly, I cringe. My hands leave his chest to cup his face. I search his features carefully.

“What, honey? What did you learn today?” This is the first time I’ve called him some sort of endearment. He notices, at least I think he does when finally, a soft smile lights up his face.

“I realized how short life really is, Deidre. How you and I have so much to learn about one another. How I have yet to learn how to be a dad. I don’t care how crazy this may sound or what the hell people might think. I want to know every,” he leans in and kisses the tip of my nose, “single,” he takes both of my hands from his face and brings them to his mouth, feathering kisses across my knuckles, “thing about you, Deidre La Russo.” Oh, my freaking god. I have never heard anything sweeter or tenderer come out of his mouth.

“I want that, too.” Good heavens. Do I sound stupid? I can’t help but think I do. “Good. Now, enough of being all gushy and shit. I want inside of you right here.” Well, that was short-lived, beautiful but short. I’m tempted to ask him why he said those heartfelt words, but my pussy is screaming even louder than my mind.

“Right here would be good. In fact,” I say, challenging him with a raised brow, “I have just the thing for a little foreplay.” Freeing my hands from his, I twist my upper body slightly back and pull my t-shirt over my head, my nipples already straining to be free of my black, lacy bra. I then lean to the side and grasp my wooden spoon out of the now thick brownie batter, my eyes gleaming with sordid delight. “Here,” I say temptingly as I let the brown thickness drip from the spoon onto my cleavage. “Sweet mother of god, Deidre.” He pulls me forward into him, his large erection making its presence known.

“You like?” His eyes catch mine. They’re wide and wild. My tongue darts out to lick chocolate off the circular part of the spoon.

I watch his chest rise and fall and those alluring, tempting eyes alter between my mouth and my chest. Then just like that, they’re gone, and his head is dipping low, handfuls of his jet black hair is all I see.

I drop the spoon from my hands, my fingers digging into all that hair before the spoon even hits the counter.

Aidan doesn’t lick the chocolate off of my skin like I thought he would. No, not him. His tongue sweeps out and smears it clear across my chest. Desire swarms in. I hold in a breath when he begins to lick his way across my chest, while a hand reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. The straps falling down, my breasts are free for his hands to cup firmly.

I moan, squirm, and whimper as he tweaks, pinches, and kneads. My hungering breast is waiting eagerly for every rough callous, every flick to my nipple, every tug, pull, and squeeze he gives and I willingly take.

His mouth sucks, licks, and devours the sweet, sticky batter from my chest. I pull his hair. I arch my back. I want to scream out his name, tell the world how deviously wicked his mouth feels when he latches onto one of my nipples, drawing it into his mouth.

I’m panting. Throbbing everywhere.

“I told you, sweet and tart baby. Your skin tastes so sweet, mixing that in with the biting slur of words that I know you want to release from that tart, little mouth of yours makes you the perfect piece of candy to eat. Every damn inch of you, Deidre. We have all the time in the world to play, but fuck, I need to be inside of you.” The warmth of his breath across my tender nipple sends an acute rippling effect straight to my pussy.

A little squeal escapes from the back of my throat when I’m lifted and placed gently onto the kitchen floor. My bra is yanked off the rest of the way. I lie there, the lighting from the kitchen revealing his glorious handsome, well, shit, everything. There isn’t a spot on his body that isn’t somewhere in the description of handsome, or sexy, or controlling. He stands tall above me, his feet straddling my hips. I’m going insane in a tortuous yet enjoyable kind of way. One I welcome. Crave.

My gaze flicks to his hands where they grip and haul his t-shirt over his head. “Fucking hell,” I croak out. I hold back the urgent need to stand up alongside him, to run my fingers across his broad chest, to kiss every expanded muscle so enjoyably displayed in front of me.

As soon as he discards his shirt, he moves those long fingers to his jeans and snaps them open, unzips his pants, tugging them more slowly than I would down his long legs. I stop my survey of his sexiness right when I see his massive cock make its appearance. Huge. Thick. I smile naughtily when I see those god-blessed barbells exposed and waiting to slide deep into my pussy to bring me the most eloquent satisfaction I’ve ever felt.

“Take off your shorts.” I do, too. Undoing the drawstring, I slip out of them along with my black lace panties, tossing them both over my head. My hands reach up to him. If I don’t have his body on top of mine in less than a second, I kid you not, I’m going to burn, sizzle right here on the hardwood of my kitchen floor.

“Aidan, I need you to fuck me.” My tone is serious.

“Not yet. I need to make you beg a little better than that, Deidre,” he taunts. I pout.

His tall body slopes forward. I inhale a sharp breath, hoping I’m finally going to have his big frame on top of me. He doesn’t give it to me though. He reaches for his jeans and pulls out a small, colorful box from his pants pocket. With eyes as wide as the thickness of his cock, I liquefy on the inside when he rips open the box of sweet-tarts, shaking a few out of the box and dropping the box onto the floor.

“What are you doing?” I challenge him.

“You’ll see.” I’m so heated. So wrapped up in what he has planned, I can hardly stand it. My pussy is crying, literally weeping out for his bare cock.

He takes a step back, then drops himself to the floor, spreads my legs wide, and finally, his naked skin is on top of mine.

“Give me your mouth, babe.” He plucks a few sweet-tarts in his mouth and takes mine with his.

My mouth explodes with the sweet and tart candy he releases into mine. Our tongues are dueling for the candy, battling against the fruity mixture. They dissolve quickly. I don’t know if it’s because we’re both so heated up or if that’s what they normally do. I don’t really care, because the tangy flavor combined with the taste of Aidan in my mouth sends a rippling effect of steam throughout every cell of my body. I’m doused in desire. I’m covered in the only man I’ve ever truly wanted.

His hips start to roll. The barbells sliding over my stomach, where his cock glides over my sweaty skin. Our tongues are colliding, swirling, and still tasting. That deep growl I remember all too well rumbles from the back of his throat. He sucks my tongue into his mouth. Then shocks me stupid when he actually swirls his tongue delicately around the perimeter inside my mouth.

“Please,” I beg into his mouth. “I want you so much.”

“Not near as much as I want you,” he says the minute those tasty lips leave mine.

He lowers his hard physique down to my body until his cock is between my legs. His head lifts so he can gaze into my eyes. His eyes are dark, full of spark, full of promises that are so easily readable.

“Fuck,” he hisses the second his cock slides across my drenched pussy.

“I need you,” I beg once again.

He never takes his eyes off of mine as I feel, oh god, do I feel his fingers skim down my stomach, all the way to where I need them the most. One finger slides through my center. Then the next thing I know, the tip of his cock is right where I need it the most, too. Pushing in slowly, filling me entirely. Sparks fly when those sexy as fucking hell barbells slip inside, scraping against my inner walls. Heaven.

“Yes,” I thunderously yell out. My pussy is stretching, then clenching around his cock.

“You like?” He copies my words from a few minutes before.

“I more than like.” He begins to thrust, deep penetrating thrusts. My back arches, my hips leave the floor, and I hold back the screaming once again.

The penetration from the piercings sliding inside of me have me coming within seconds. I compress around him. Exploding like fucking dynamite. “Oh, my.” I can’t stand it. The feeling is utterly indescribable. I was wrecked and ruined a year ago, but this, being skin-to-skin with Aidan, is unchangeable. Nothing will compare to the way he feels inside of me. He thrusts harder. My hips move faster, seeking more pleasure than I ever thought I wanted. Our slick bodies move. Our fucking is raw, bare, and unbelievably addictive.

“Fuck me. You feel so fucking good. So fucking good, Deidre.” He grips my hips, gets up on his knees, and drives into me madly, deeply, and painfully good.

“I’m going to come. Give me one more, baby. One more orgasm around my cock.” Those words alone have me gasping for air, have me milking his orgasm from him, mixing his desire with mine.

We stay connected for minutes, both of us coming down from an incredible high.

Am I crazy to hope this could be the beginning of forever? I mean, his sweet words about wanting to know everything about me must mean he wants this, too, right?

As we lie here on the kitchen floor, he pulls out of me and, of course, I immediately want him back in there. I’ve begged once. I’ll grovel this time if I have to, but his next words stun me silent.

“This isn’t what I would call the best after sex talk, but I need to tell you about today.” I know for sure I’ve changed for the good in these past few days when I lay my head on his chest. Normally I would be angry to discuss anything except for the way he makes me feel. Safe. Cherished and wanted. Not today. I can tell this is weighing heavily on his mind. I only hope, it’s not as bad as my heart tells me it is.

“Her name is Anna Drexler. Her mother’s name is Grace. I’ll tell you everything. But first, I need you to promise me, no matter what happens, you will not go anywhere without either me, Cain, Roan, Jackson, or Dilan. In light of what happened today, Deidre, I have no doubt in my mind that my mother and Ryan already know your name.” I stiffen, unable to move. Without even him saying anything more, my brain knows. It registers, it elicits terror in my veins. A racing mind broadcasts like an over boisterous announcer at a sporting event, revealing danger. There’s one tiny concern boiling over the rest. We have a child to protect.

“I promise,” I say knowingly, willingly, and truthfully. I will not concede to the dangerous people in this world ever again. Not when it comes to protecting our child. I will kill for him, even if the people I have to kill are Aidan’s mother and her mini-me son.