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Tonight, when we talked before we both headed to bed, we didn’t argue. We learned. I know this is a new chapter in my book of life as well as hers. I need to convince her more than I need to take my next breath right now that I want this chapter and the next and many more to be all about the three of us.

“You mean that?” Her expression is somewhat hard to read.

“When it comes to you, I mean every word I say.”

“Well, then you’re nuts, Aidan Hughes. I mean, look at you.” I glance down at my chest briefly, then back up to meet her shimmering eyes.

“You’re so well defined, tall, and the most striking head turner I have ever seen. You could be with anyone. Let me ask you a question.” She sits up, reaches for the sheet, and pulls it up over her body. My hand falls away from her soft skin.

“Ask away.” I challenge. I know a question I’m not going to like is coming. I can hear it in the tone of her voice.

“Would you want to be with me if we didn’t have Diesel?” Jesus Christ, has she lost her mind? I grip hold of her shoulders, my face within an inch of hers now, her flowery scent coating my every inhale.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I set my eyes on you. We’re alike, you and I. There’s no denying we set each other’s asses aflame, we get on each other’s nerves, we yell, scream. But Christ, woman, when you get a hair up your sexy ass, and your mouth starts spewing off smartass shit, do you have any idea what that does to me? The night we fucked until neither one of us could walk, the night we made our son, was the best night of my entire life, and that was before I even knew he existed. So yes, Deidre, I wanted you then and I most definitely want you now.”

I’m done talking. I want and need to taste her. A few moments ago she said I barged in here and ruined a perfectly good orgasm. I know for a fucking fact if she had or was going to have one, there is no way in hell it would have been perfect. The one I’m about to give her with my tongue will be, though.

My chest rises and falls. My cock is still achingly hard. I shift my body around, lower my hands down to her waist, and in one swift movement, I have her straddling me. Her wet pussy slides across my cock. I hiss from the glorious contact.

“What are you doing?” I glance over to the baby monitor she told me she keeps on her nightstand, silently praying the baby stays asleep. Then I tear my unanswered gaze back to her beautiful face. God, she undoes me. She makes me crazy with need for her.

“You said I ruined an orgasm. One you claimed to be perfect. I’m going to remind you what a perfect orgasm feels like.” One side of her mouth twists up while her humiliation diminishes.

“Really? And what about you?” She begins to glide her pussy across the tip of my cock.

“Don’t you worry, baby, with what I have in mind we’ll both be coming so hard in each other’s mouths we may wake up the entire State of New York.” I ease us both farther back onto the bed until I’m confident we have enough room before I lower the top half of my body onto the bed.

“Turn around and sink that sweet-smelling pussy on my face, Deidre.” Her mouth gapes open, giving me a glimpse of her wicked tongue. “Keep that mouth open and take my cock.”

I notice her trying to camouflage her excitement. She wants this as bad as I do, she wants it so much she can’t stand it. It’s too extreme, whatever we had or will have between her and I. We were both just too caught up in the worry, the desire to strike out to hurt one another. Back then it was like we couldn’t help ourselves. Not anymore.

And fuck me, when she shifts her weight off of me and slings her sexy figure around, and I get my preview of her pretty little pussy, I grip her hips hard and inhale her scent deeply before drilling my tongue into her silky flesh. She moans, unselfishly offering me what I’ve craved ever since I had my first taste of her a year ago. Pulling her down onto my face as far as I can get her, I lick my tongue straight up her center.

“Fuck,” I rustle out the minute her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock. My eyes roll into the back of my damn skull the instant she pulls me into her mouth. Goddamn, she knows how to play my cock. It’s hard as fuck to concentrate when she’s sucking then twirling her magical tongue. I don’t even want to know how she learned to speed up, stroke, and fucking tease.

Multi-tasking has never been easy for me, but right now, I solely try to focus on her. I want to hear my name come out of her mouth by me being the one to make her come. She begins to grind on my face, while my hips move up and down in tandem with her sensual mouth.

I lick every part of her pussy I can get my mouth on. She taste exactly as I remember. Sweet and fresh. A meal I want to gorge on. And I do. I eat her. I lick her. I suck her clit until I feel her start to spasm all around me, the taste of her appealing orgasm soaking into my mouth, quenching my dying thirst for her.

“Oh, my god, Aidan.” She lifts her head, screams out her words, and goes right back to taking my cock in her mouth. I breathe in the scent of her pussy, bury my face up against her silky core, and take her orgasm. Conquer it. Own it. Devour it.

Then it happens, my balls tighten, my spine loosens, and without an ounce of warning even to my own damn self, I let loose a sling of cuss words and come harder than I did when I jacked off. She laps at my cock, taking every bit of my release down her throat.

“Now, that was the perfect orgasm.” Taking her mouth off of my cock, I lift her pussy from my face. My vision stays locked on her wet pussy as she swings her legs around me and pushes herself up off the bed. My chest is about ready to explode with happiness hearing those words escape from her.

“Then throw that plastic motherfucker away. I have many more of those to give.” I’m not teasing, either. She knows it when I sternly charm my way into her heated evaluation of my intent, as she tries to decide whether I’m serious or not.

“Where are your piercings?” Her question throws me off guard. She avoids my eyes as she bends down and snags her panties off of the floor, covering up her tasty little body.

I lick my lips, enjoying the best fucking taste ever. “I took them out when I jacked my cock to you.” She pauses mid-step toward the bed. A delightful smile graces her face.

“And here I thought you were joking about getting yourself off just to make me feel better.” The little fucking vixen knows damn well I’m not joking about it when I stare her ass down.

“You keep standing there with that sexy as fuck, barely there shirt on, and I’ll stroke him again. Only this time, I’ll let you watch,” I challenge her.

“I’ll do more than watch.” She whips her shirt over her head and shimmies those panties right back down her legs then kicks them off. I watch them sail across the room. We exchange a look that can only be described as carnal, intense, and hungry. Getting up on my knees, I fist my cock in my hand while the one woman in this world who could completely undo me lies back on her bed, spreading herself wide, and slides two fingers inside her bare pussy. Not once do we take our eyes off of each other when we once again pleasure one another.

 

CHAPTER TEN

DEIDRE

 

 

My disoriented mind is yelling for me to climb out of bed, to dislodge from the warm cocoon I’m blanketed in. Aidan. His long, lean body is draped halfway across mine. My back is to his front, his muscular arms are wrapped around me, clinging, clenching me tightly as if he never wants to let me go. It’s surreal, really, this feeling I have coursing through me.

It’s all because of him. Our crazy banter turned serious last night. The words he spoke to me regarding my insecurities over my stretch marks will forever be lodged both in my heart and my mind.

I should have been stark raving mad last night when he walked in here and caught me, but seeing him standing there with his thick cock hard, ready, and all for me had me melting into my sheets. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

God, he’s just so…I don’t know. Demanding. Irresistible. My fantasy, truly. He’s captivated me in a way that should scare me. And yet, here I lie knowing I should get up, change, and feed my little man who’s jabbering away. The sound of his sweet, little baby garble brings a smile to my face.

“Let me get him.” Aidan’s husky morning voice whispers in my ear. “You sure you can handle it?” I tease. If he thinks changing a diaper was hard last night, wait until he sees how soaked it will be this morning.

“I have to learn. Stay in bed. Get some sleep. You’re going to need it for what I have planned for tonight.” Instantly, I miss him when he releases his hold of me, kisses the back of my head, and hops out of bed like he’s had a full night’s sleep. We barely slept at all. We talked for hours again before we went to bed, then hours after his magically delicious tongue left me damn near weeping, right along with my pussy having multiple convulsions, contracting out of control from watching him stroke his cock, while my fingers played and pretended he was pounding me into oblivion.

However, I’m not cold. Whatever he has planned for later sends a divine heat wave from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, then shoots straight to my core.
Please, no more bob-ette
, I plead with the man upstairs. There is nothing like the big, thick cock of Aidan Hughes. Especially in combination with a body like his. Muscles are one of those things that are best in moderation. He’s sculpted his into perfection.

Sweet baby of all things sinful. The morning light strumming through the slits in the curtains gives me a graceful view of his ass. Then he goes and covers that perfect ass up with jeans. Swearing profusely under my breath, I stalk, stare, and admire this gifted man in front of me. His dark hair is sticking up all over the place. World, eat your heart out, he’s my baby daddy.

Normally, my mouth is dry in the morning, not today though. It’s lip-smacking hungry. Who cares about drinking water when I have my own personal waterfall of lick-able man to quench my thirst?

Christ, the way his abs flex, making them look like a ladder you just want to climb, has me practically drooling all over myself. Instant sexual attraction.

“I’ve got this.” Those deep, sea-blue eyes churn into mine with intensity. Expelled from lack of sleep, they show tenderness, a side I’ve seen from him before when he rattled off everything he wanted to teach Diesel. I feel giddy. Cherished.

He leans down and kisses my forehead. I watch him go, thanking him without dragging my tired eyes from his ass.

Should I feel like a slut for jumping into bed with him? I should. But I don’t. This is our life, our business. A year changes a lot of things. One thing it did not change is how we feel about each other. I thought he hated me, he thought I hated him, when this entire time it’s been the exact opposite. I sigh happily.

Rolling over on my side facing the monitor, I wait until I hear him start to talk before I close my eyes, falling not only back to sleep, but falling further for the man who is beginning to obliterate, stimulate, and heal me.

 

“What have you done to him?” Thank god, I’m refraining from beating Aidan’s ass. Roan’s too. My son is spread out on his blanket butt-ass naked. The two of them sit side by side, their attention absorbed by the computer screen on the table in front of them.

If I had known this was the scenery in my living room, I wouldn’t have taken my time showering and getting ready for the day. Aidan told me last night he took a few days off work, so the three of us could just be and learn each other’s routines. My child rolling around on the floor naked is definitely not part of his daily routine.

“Settle down, sweet-tart. He’s fine,” Aidan drones on.

“He’s naked,” I say loudly, bypassing the two of them and grabbing the diaper that just so happens to be right next to him on the blanket.

“He shit all over the place.” Finally, Aidan lifts his head from whatever is more important than his child. My eyes bore into his like a wild beast’s. I should have known better than to let him get up with him.

“Do I dare ask how you cleaned him up?” Both of them frown. Aidan’s next words have my anger squandered to the point I laugh so hard that tears fall freely. I may pee my pants too.

“You did what?” I somehow manage to get a few words out.

“You heard me.” His tone is more serious now.

“No, I don’t think I did. I mean, I thought you said, ‘I stripped him down, left the shitty clothes on the bathroom floor, and held him in the shower.’” Apparently, my laugh is contagious. Roan throws his head back and chimes in right along with me. This in return pisses Aidan off. I can feel it as his death glare almost knocks me over. I can’t help it, I laugh some more.

“What the hell was I supposed to do? The boy had shit everywhere. I’m talking up his back, down the crack of his ass. Even all over his PENIS. How can someone that little shit so much?” I pay him no attention as I hunt through all the rolls of baby fat checking for shit. Literally.

“You did a very nice job.” I turn to praise him. Oh, dear. Wrong thing to say.

He rolls his eyes. “That’s the last time I’m nice to you,” he says sarcastically.

“We’ll see,” I challenge him with a much-defined, lifted brow.

“No dick for you tonight?” Hmm.

“If I don’t get the dick, then you don’t get the pussy.” My brow goes even higher. Take that, Mister Smartass.

“You’ll beg for it,” he counters.

“So will you,” I grapple.

“How in the hell did the two of you make such a cute little kid? Jesus H. Christ. Would you like me to take him home, where two normal people live?” Roan tosses in.

“This is foreplay. I love her fucking smart mouth. It’s sweet and sour.” Oh, boy! I’m getting wet. If I trusted Roan with my son, I would take him up on his offer, but hell, I can’t even trust him with his own father, so screw that shit.

And normal my ass!

“Are his dirty clothes still on the floor?” I desperately need to change the subject. Do I dare leave Diesel on the floor to play while I go into the kitchen to take my medication? I do, but I keep that little tidbit of information to myself, hoping Aidan realizes I’m only giving him shit. Ha! Shit. Keeping that one to myself as well, I make my way into the kitchen, this time purposely walking by Aidan. I may inhale deeply when I saunter by him, too.
Could you please rub your smell all over my body? It’s addictive.

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