The Absolution of Aidan (The Syndicate Series Book 3) (17 page)

I know I shouldn’t be relieved, but I am. You would also think I would know all this. These guys have had my back the last week, taking care of most of the details in my absence.

“Any idea where he could be?” John strolls in. I respect the hell out of this man. He’s a legend in a league of his own. To sum it up in one word, he was the BEST. Still is, but when it comes to his wife Cecily, his daughter Calla, and his cute little granddaughter, or any woman for that matter, he’ll come out of retirement, pull his trigger, and blow anyone’s head off.

“Like I’ve said before, it’s been years since I talked to him. Even then, I only spoke to him when I had to. His entire life he’s been groomed to take over his father’s shady car dealerships. Those morons who lost him said he went to work every day. Even his phone calls were monitored. So basically, no, I have no idea where he could be.” And I don’t. The only answer any of us can come up with the entire time we stay at the warehouse is that somehow, we have a mole. Another goddamn traitor, who told the little shit what the hell is going on. And more than likely, he knows exactly where Anna and her mother are.

DEIDRE

“Be home soon. Stopping to get more clothes.” Yours truly has re-read this text at least one hundred times. Especially the ‘be home soon part.’ The instant I received this text from Aidan, I all but kicked my parents out the door. Now, here I lie in the middle of the bed, on top of my plum-colored comforter, pillow, and sheets, the smoothness from the cotton doing nothing to help cool my heated skin.

I gaze down at the sexy little number I purchased today. It’s stunning. Chemise and satin in the deepest emerald green. The peek-a-boo lace down the sides makes it even sexier. The kicker, the part I really love, is the way the shiny satin stretches across my breasts and ass. It’s curve-hugging and tight-fitting, and I want my man to love it.

Us girls made Dilan take a detour on the way home today to Calla’s favorite lingerie shop. The guy didn’t put up a fuss about it either. He stayed in the Suburban while we shopped. Which reminds me, I need to tell Aidan that I think Dilan has some sort of attraction towards Anna. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her the entire time we were there.

I love her, all of us do. Grace too. They fit right in. Anyone in their right mind would never want to hurt those two. They’ve been hurt enough. I haven’t pried, even though I really want to, to find out about the relationship between them and Ryan Drexler Senior. If Grace knew he had a family in Pennsylvania or not? Surely, she had to have. I’m not one to judge. That’s all between them, but my god, for someone to want to kill them over it. It’s despicable, really.

My theory breaks when I look up to the man I’m easily falling for standing in the doorway to my room with an even larger duffle bag in his hands than before. His eyes are roving up and down my half-naked body slowly. Seductively.

“My god, Deidre. I’m not sure if my legs can move. You are absolutely every wish come true. I’ve never seen anything more remarkably beautiful. Can I just stand here and look at you?” His voice is low, deeply husky. It ignites me, sends a surging, undulating vitality of excitement that rips and roars throughout every live part of my body.

He’s still standing there, staring at me like he cannot believe I’m real. My mind wanders, wondering precisely what the hell he’s doing.

“I would much rather you came closer if you have the need to keep looking at me.” My mouth may have spoken those words, but my hands skim down the middle of my body. The silky texture of the material feels lovely. But I know for a fact that Aidan’s touch feels so much better.

I watch him close the door silently before he whips around, flinging his t-shirt over his head. I’ve seen his bare chest many times, and I still go stark raving mad and out of control whenever I see it. He simply takes my breath away.

“I’ve had so many dreams about seeing you in bed waiting for me. Not once did I think they would come true. In a week’s time, you’ve changed me, made me want to be the man you deserve. The dad that little boy looks up to.” This man is showing me his sweet side, although his eyes are screaming something else. I’ve never seen them this dark. This challenging. I love the tough man he is, but I adore the sweet side of him just as much. This dirty side of him though, I may worship.

“For a man who says he doesn’t do romance, I would call you a liar if I didn’t know you like I do. You are that man, Aidan, and so much more. Don’t change the person you are. Not for me or for anyone. Be you. As far as Diesel goes, he already looks up to you. You’re the perfect dad. The perfect everything,” I whisper. He needs to know that all sides of him are remarkable. He’s everything. Our foundation.

One of his knees hits the bed, then the other. He crawls up my body, his eyes shooting sparks straight into mine. He stops moving, straddling me on his hands and knees, strong arms encasing my head as he begins to run his fingers through my long hair.

“You deserve romance, sweet-tart.” Those stunning orbs seek out mine. I gulp.

“I deserve you.” I skim my fingertips up his arms, slowly. They move on their own. Like every other part of me, they want to touch him, to be consumed by him. To taste his skin.

“I had very naughty plans for you tonight, but seeing you like this makes me want to make love to you instead of what I had planned.” My god, it’s true when people say your eyes tell the truth. His are right now. I’m lost in them. I meant what I said about him not needing to change. Obviously, this silly man needs a reminder. My curiosity is strumming away inside me, too, prying away, wanting to know how dirty he wants to get. If it’s what I think it is, he has no idea how much I want him that way, too.

“Aidan. I bought this for you. Not because I want romance. I did it because I want you.
You
, Aidan.” Drawing my hands behind his neck, I tug him down to me. He falls on top of me, his large body completely covering mine, his thick cock resting above the spot where I want him the most.

“I love this,” he says, skimming his hands across the crests of my breasts. His lips crash down on mine. Hard, passionate, and dominating. Every single time he kisses me, my brain zooms into outer space. It doesn’t matter if he’s in control, or if the kiss is soft and endearing, or if it’s one like this, where he alternates his demeanor like he’s flipping a light switch on and off. People’s moods change all time. If he wants me hard and rough, or soft and delicate, I simply do not care. All I want is him.

He’s a master at kissing. I moan deep in the confines of the back of my throat when he swipes his tongue against mine, demanding and taking what is already his. Strong, sensuous, and sensational.

“I want your ass,” he blurts out into my mouth. I knew this already. Therefore, I smile smugly inside.

“Take it.” His head pops up. There he is. My naughty Aidan, the man who says whatever is on his mind.

“You’re sure? Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” Again those eyes of his search mine. I want this too. My eyes are sparkling with mischief. I know the minute my answer registers with him. He plops himself up, scoops me into his arms, and flips me over onto my stomach. His need takes over, those large hands palming my silk-covered ass. I’m nervous and excited. And soaking wet. I shiver with arousal.

He has no clue what power he has over me. It’s not the sex or the divine reign his simple touch have over my body. It’s everything about him. He’s the entire package. I want it all with him.

“You have no clue what this ass does to me. It’s so goddamn enticing. So fucking tempting. Every time I look at it, it drives me mad. I want to drive my cock into your plump, tight ass, fill you, please you the way you do me.” Oh, god almighty. If he doesn’t stop mixing his own kind of sweet with his own kind of tart, I may flip that light switch my own damn self.

I wiggle my ass, enticing him to continue, lustful intentions nagging in the forefront of my very coherent mind.

I squeal when those hands shove the silk up my back, exposing my bare ass. His grip is firm on my backside. The magnitude of my arousal is striking to my won senses.

“I need you to touch me,” I ring out like a damn musical instrument waiting to be plucked and pounded on.

The bed shuffles just so, my bottom left wanting when he moves. I hear his zipper, then the soft thud of his jeans hitting the floor.

“Let me remove these barbells.” My eyes widen. Shit, I forgot about those.
I can see why you would forget, seeing that your noggin is lodged somewhere in outer space between Mars and Uranus.
My inner whore-bag did not just say that? Oh, my freaking god.

“Touch you.” He murmurs in my ear when his flesh presses up against my back. “Anywhere,” I moan. My head is dipping back. Those dreamlike fingers touch my most sensitive spot, pressing, circling, and sending embers of awareness heightening my need for him. My inner whore-bag is gone with those two words ‘Touch you.’ Although she isn’t in outer space. She’s clapping her hands, spreading her legs, and slapping my ass.

“Jesus, baby. I love it when you’re ready for me.” I can’t speak. I’m lost in his fingers. They’ve taken me deep into the world of Aidan Hughes. He plays me like the expert he is. Fingers thrusting in then out, then circling my puckered little hole. I’m anxious. Delirious even. I don’t think I could construe a sentence even if he begged me to.

Somehow I manage to make a sound, or more like an eager grunt, when his hand pulls my hair back and his mouth travels up the side of my neck.

“You drive me fucking crazy.” Then he fills my ass with a finger. He pulls my hair even harder, and I let loose a slur of non-ladylike fucks from my mouth. “Fuck, yes, Aidan.” I swear to god I’ve not once felt this way in my life. I’ve never had the desire to be fucked in my ass. Not until now. Not until he pumps viscously in and out of me while lubricating me with my own excitement.

I lose his fingers in my ass and in my hair and whimper like a baby. I jerk my head around and the sight before me has me coming. I mean, I come hard. I feel it soar through me. As if he knows it, he releases his grip on his cock where he was coating himself, those dark, very hooded eyes crackling. I could let loose again. He swipes his fingers through my pussy, plowing through my juices, then returning them back to his cock.

“You drive me crazy,” I repeat his words.

“That’s the plan, baby. Now, arch that back and let me make us crazy together.”

Like a submissive taking orders from her Dom, I arch my back. I succumb my ass and inhale deeply when that cock made just for me presses up against my hole. Slowly and steadily, he pushes in, hissing as he does so, my once relaxed body fighting him the further he goes.

“You okay?” God the way he asks me if I’m doing okay, punches straight to my heart. Soft and gentle are his words. I shiver.

“Yes.” I pinch my eyes closed, the burning sensitivity almost too much to handle. I want this though. God, how I want this. My fists clench the comforter, and my back curves upward as far as it will go the further he pushes into me.

“Fucking hell. I’m drenched in heaven, surrounded by beauty and… Christ, Deidre.” I can hardly hear him. I’m in the same place he is.

He begins to move slowly once his cock is burrowed into my ass. Indescribable is the way I feel. I begin to relax, to enjoy the more he presses and moves inside of me. My eyes are closed, but they spring open when I feel the pad of his thumb press my clit. The rhythm of my body moves with his. He pumps faster. Swears louder. Presses harder, and within seconds of all of that combined, I’m coming again. I muffle my release by planting my head face first into the bed. I give him everything I can, and he takes it. He’s satisfying me more than I ever thought possible. It’s almost too much. I can’t help whatever noises seem to be escaping from my mouth. It’s like I’m flying, soaring even.

“I’m going to come, Deidre.” He releases his thumb from my clit, grips firmly to my hips, and slams into me, sending shockwaves of nothing but delightful pleasure straight to my pussy.

“Fuck!” He screams so loud, I know he will wake the baby. I feel warm, slick, and wet desire and every blessed inch of my man when he comes hard.

“You good?” he asks when he starts to pull out of me. I know I shouldn’t be a smartass right now. Not after what we just did, not after all the sweet things he has said to me, but I can’t help it. I am who I am.

“I may walk tomorrow like I’ve been fucked in my ass by my baby daddy, but to answer your question, I’m more than good, Aidan. I’ve just been thoroughly fucked.”

He chuckles. “See, things like that are the reason why I call you my sweet-tart.” I pout when he gets off the bed and plop my exhausted frame down onto my stomach, watching his sculpted ass as he goes.

I lie motionless, eyes glued to the baby monitor, waiting for Diesel to stir. When I hear nothing, I sigh heavenly into my bed until I hear the bath running.

What is he doing?
I don’t want to move. I do, though. Forcing myself out of the bed, I tiptoe to the bathroom and am once again struck speechless. He’s running a bath. Aidan does not take a bath. Ever.

“I know you’re standing there. Get in here,” he orders, not taking his eyes off of the tub.

No way does he have to tell me twice. I kick it into high gear. I haven’t had a bath in I don’t know how long.

“Here.” Pushing himself up from the side of the tub, he lifts both of my arms and guides my sexy little number over my head, flinging it over his shoulder. He then surprises me more by holding out his hand. I stall when he glides his rough fingers over the ugly scars on my back, sucking in a breath when he kisses each one tenderly. “Hop in.” He guides me in. I sink low. It feels so good.

“Thank you,” I say, submerging my skin further into the bubbles, lavender scent in my nose.

“Where are you going?” He stops at the doorway, turns around, and contemplates answering my question.

“Can’t you hear Jim Beam calling my name from the kitchen?” He’s speaking, but right now I’m not listening. He’s naked. Gloriously naked. I’m a woman with a very sexy man in front of me. For that reason alone, I’d be a fool not to gawk at what I’ve claimed to be mine.