Chapter 12 #2
Fantasy and reality are completely different.
When I imagine riding him, his cock tears me up, but I’m able to do it.
Reality? Definitely better but more difficult.
The feel of his fingers prepping me, the concentration on his brow as he tries to get it right and refuses to let me do it on my own.
I kiss his sweaty brow as he adds a third finger and then a fourth. “Fuck, Aidyn.”
And then he generously lubes up and slides into me.
So damn slow. It takes a bit of stopping and starting for my body to adjust to his girth.
But this is better than the fantasy. Not just the fullness, the way my ass hugs his cock, but the wonder in his eyes.
The shaking of his body as he holds back because he doesn’t want to hurt me.
The tortured way he says my name, his Irish brogue thick.
“Garrett, love, I canna hold on.”
I give it a second and another. “I’m ready. Let go, Aidyn.”
And he does. He pounds into me, and my orgasm hits me way too fast. And then we’re both coming, and he’s holding me as he rides out the pleasure.
“I fucking love you, Aidyn Christy,” I whisper against his neck because I can’t keep the words in. And somehow, I mean them more now than I ever have.
The next morning, after more sharing of bodily fluids, Aidyn makes us breakfast. I eat like I haven’t eaten in days.
We should talk, but by some silent agreement, we both avoid anything remotely close to the what-now discussion.
We share looks and kisses while we can, knowing we’ll have to stop. That moment comes way too soon.
“Good morning.” Jane wears a smug expression, but thankfully, Isaac and Lanie appear to be clueless as they trail in after her. “Hope you don’t mind. We picked up Lanie on our way here.”
The diner is still closed, but Aidyn made enough food to make me wonder.
Zye arrives and congratulates Mr. and Mrs. Brandt.
Everyone congratulates Zye for planning his first successful wedding—with only one minor disaster.
After everyone is sitting at the big table, eating and talking about the wedding, I sneak a glance or two at Aidyn.
He’s avoiding my eyes and trying not to smile.
I run my foot up his leg, and he chokes on a drink of coffee.
He shoots me a glare. I laugh behind my napkin, and he shakes his head.
“Da, you’re in a good mood.” Lanie watches her dad with furrowed brows. Aidyn being happy shouldn’t be a concern, but it’s unusual for him to show it.
“Why shouldn’t I be? I got my family here with me. A new brother-in-law.” He waves a hand at Isaac. “And wee Simon on the way.”
Isaac’s brows shoot up. Shit. I told Aidyn the name in confidence. But I doubt Isaac remembers who he blabbed it to. The guy was wasted. I forgive Aidyn almost immediately because he achieves his goal.
“Really, Isaac?” Jane glares at her husband.
A blush crawls up his neck. “Sorry, honey. I’m just so happy.” He stares at her with love in his eyes, and she shakes her head and kisses him.
“When are you going home, Uncle Garrett?” Lanie asks, rolling her eyes at the happy couple.
I hesitate, looking at my niece and not her dad. “My meetings for tomorrow got canceled.” Because I canceled them. “So I was thinking about staying another night.”
“You are?” Aidyn asks, and thankfully, Lanie squeals in excitement at the same time. This is probably a bad idea because Aidyn is being obvious. Not that I care if anyone or everyone knows. But he cares.
“Can you stay the night again? You can have my room.”
“I might have to,” I say, sneaking glances at Aidyn. He’s staring at his almost-empty plate. “Someone canceled my hotel room.”
“Someone did,” Aidyn says as he jumps to his feet and starts clearing the table.
Lanie throws out ideas of what we can do today, and I nod in agreement, but my mind is on Aidyn, who still hasn’t returned. I grab my plate and more of the empty plates on the table and head to the kitchen.
Aidyn is at the corner bench, looking out the window.
“I’m sorry. I should have asked—”
But talking becomes impossible because Aidyn is kissing me and then pulling away. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how this is going to work, Garrett.”
“We don’t have to figure it out right now. There’s no rush. No expiration date. I’m here whenever you’re ready.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not fair to you.”
“I’m happier than I’ve been in a while. And leaving will suck. But there’s video calls and messaging. Just…if you decide this isn’t what you want, let me know. It will hurt less than you ignoring me.”
“That won’t happen.” He holds my face so I can’t turn away. “I can’t say the words. I need to be sure, and there’s Lanie—but my feelings are strong. I’m in this. However that looks.”
“I— Does it bother you when I say the words? Because I can stop.”
His eyes hold a vulnerability that kills me. “Please don’t.”
I give him another quick kiss, aware that we could be interrupted at any time. “Good. Because I fucking love you, Aidyn Christy. So damn much.”
He nods, his eyes watery, but he grins, and I can’t help grinning in response. His smile fades. “With Lanie here, we can’t—”
“Lanie is staying the night with Isaac and me,” Jane says, barging in.
“What? No. It’s your honeymoon.” I back away from Aidyn, but there’s a gleam in her eye.
She points to her very pregnant belly. “One night of hot sex a week is all I can take.”
“Ew. Stop.” Aidyn glares at her.
I clear my throat. “Does Isaac know—about us?”
“No,” she says with a laugh. “That boy is not good at keeping secrets.”
We rejoin the group before anyone can wonder what’s going on.
The day stretches out before me…being with Aidyn and Lanie.
Getting to have Aidyn in my arms again tonight.
Sure, tomorrow will be difficult. Maybe more so because now I know what I’m missing.
But it’s a sweet, tolerable torture. Even if he can’t say the words yet.
Even if he can’t tell anyone yet, Aidyn Christy is mine.
And I know in my heart that Emily is happy for us.