Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
HASH
As much as I wanted to hold Cormac, I knew I would have a million more opportunities to do so later.
Once I heard the bathroom door shut, I carefully rushed downstairs and outside with him in my arms and headed straight to Evan.
“Can you watch him for a little bit?” I ask, not waiting for her answer as I’m already handing him off to her.
“Duh.” Evan smiles at him as she bounces him on her hip before yelling over to Prez, who is by the grill with Scotch. “Cain! I want one!”
He just shakes his head.
“I didn’t hear a no, did you?” Evan tells Cormac in a baby voice. “You need a cousin to play with.”
I snort.
Like Cain would tell his woman no.
“Thanks. It won’t be long,” I lie as I retreat, wanting to make it back to my room before Aisling comes out of the bathroom.
It’ll be long once I get my hands on her fucking tits.
“Wait, where are you going?” Evan calls to me. “Is Aisling okay?”
“She’s good.” I wink.
All of my brothers start catcalling and laughing.
“He’s not going to be back anytime soon, hellcat, so get your fix in.” Prez smirks as he walks over to Evan.
“Ohhh,” Evan drags out, her mouth making an o shape as it clicks. “You two have fun!”
I wave as I jog back inside and up the stairs to my room. I’m panting by the time I make it to my bed.
Jesus Christ, Cyrus is right. I am a fat ass.
Aisling still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. Just as I’m starting to wonder if I should go in and check on her, I hear the lock click and the door opens, revealing my cherry cola goddess, who lives rent-free in my head.
“Get on the fucking bed, Aisling,” I growl, my voice low and gruff.
She drinks me in, her lids lowering and eyes flaring with heat as she stands frozen in the doorway.
“I’m not going to tell you again.”
Her feet move as her eyes never leave mine. Her chest is rising and falling, and her cheeks are flushed.
She’s magnificent.
As she approaches, I spread my legs so she can stand between them. Her hands rest on top of my shoulders as she looks down at me through her heavy-lidded eyes. “Where’s Cormac?”
“Evan’s watching him,” I rumble as I run my hands up her thighs, over her hips and around to her ass, cupping her full cheeks as I committing every curve to memory. “I figured we could use a little alone time.”
Her hands rub over my shoulders until she reaches the back of my head.
It’s all nails from there as she drags them up my scalp, making my dick twitch.
Her nails dig in, pushing my head forward until my face is pressed into her covered tits.
“What are we going to do with it?” Her voice comes out needy and breathless.
I move my face from side to side trying to burrow deeper into my second favorite place on earth, but the material is keeping me from what’s mine.
On a growl, I grab the hem of her shirt and yank it up and over her head, tossing it on the ground. She’s left with nothing but a black lace bra. The top of her tits are spilling over slightly, just begging to be licked.
I want to take my time, but last night in the alley didn’t even put a dent in the need I have for her that’s been building over the last year and a half.
Fuck it.
We have the rest of our lives to take our time.
With my eyes locked on her rapidly rising and falling tits, my hands move to unbutton her pants. I need her naked and writhing under me. I need to feel that her entire body belongs to me.
“Wait,” Aisling says, sounding no less breathless as one of her hands leaves my hair and grabs my wrist, stopping me from undoing her pants.
Shit.
If she tells me this is too fast, I’m going to need to think of some pathetic excuse to use the bathroom for a while because there’s no way I can go back out to the party without jacking off. Not when I’m so close to finally having the full thing.
“What’s wrong?”
“I-I just…” Aisling swallows. “I don’t look the same as I did the last time you saw me.”
My brows scrunch in confusion. “I’ve been looking at you for a while now, and you look the same as you did the day I met you.”
“I don’t mean this.” She motions to her face, her cheeks growing red with embarrassment. “I mean, I’ve had a baby. Everything is loose and covered with stretch marks.”
Is she fucking kidding me?
She’s worried about a few stretch marks?
As if that’s going to stop me from wanting to get all up in there?
Shit’s whacked.
“You think I care about some stretch marks?” I ask.
“Well… yeah,” Aisling admits.
I rest my head against her exposed belly as I place a kiss above her bellybutton. Goosebumps pepper her skin.
“You carried my baby. Gave him a home to grow in for nine months,” I murmur against her skin. “The last thing I care about is some fucking stretch marks.”
Aisling slowly releases the hold she has on my wrist. This time when I move to undo the button on her pants, she doesn’t stop me. I place kisses in a line down her stomach, and I slide her pants down and over her hips and ass until they’re falling around her ankles.
She steps out of them, kicking them out of the way, leaving her in a matching black lace thong. Tiny silver marks scattered across her lower stomach, the ones she earned growing our son.
My heart pangs as how much I’ve missed out on slaps me in the face again. I missed watching her body change as he grew.
I place a kiss just above the top of the scrap of lace before pulling that down too, leaving her completely exposed to me.
My descent halts as I notice about a six-inch horizontal scar.
“What’s this?” I ask, pulling away slightly as I look up at her to see her watching me.
“A C-section scar.”
My heart drops into my stomach.
She had surgery, and I wasn’t there?
“What?” I croak. “You had surgery? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine now,” Aisling answers softly as her nails scratch my scalp in her way of comforting me.
Which is fucked.
She shouldn’t be comforting me right now. It should be the other way around.
She’s fine now.
“His heart rate started dropping, and I wasn’t progressing, so my doctor wanted him out as soon as possible.”
Something wet is trailing down my cheek. It takes me blinking to realize I’m crying. “So it was an emergency?”
“Yeah.” Her voice is barely audible.
She and my son could have died, and I wasn’t there because I fucking blocked her number. I thought I felt the lowest I would ever feel when I first found out about him in Georgia, but this? This is the fucking lowest I’ve ever felt.
My forehead falls against her stomach as tears stream down my face. “I’m sorry.”
This is the first time I can remember crying since I was a kid. She’s the only one who can bring me to my knees and gut me in the same breath.
One of Aisling’s hands leaves my head, coming under my chin and pushing up, forcing me to look back up at her.
Her tears match mine.
She says nothing as she wipes mine away with her thumb.
I don’t deserve her.
I’ll never deserve her.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t die trying.
I force my eyes to leave hers, moving back to the task at hand. My lips gently trail kisses along the scar until I’ve covered the entire thing. Only then do I move on, continuing my descent.
She sways into me as she swiftly inhales when my tongue darts out, lapping at her clit. Her soft moans are music to my ears.
“Hash,” she whines as I pull away.
I stand up, forcing her to take a step back to give me room.
I shrug my cut off, throwing it so it lands on top of my dresser before I reach my arms over my shoulders and pull my shirt over my head.
Aisling’s heated gaze roams my body as I undo my belt and jeans and shuck those off before kicking them away.
My aching hard cock jumps at finally being free from restriction.
Giving it what we both want, I remove the last barrier keeping me from having Aisling.
I kicked my boxers in the same direction I did my jeans before grabbing Aisling by the hips and bringing her down on the bed with me.
I lie on my back as she settles in, straddling me.
She leans over me, her hands coming on either side of my head. Her hair falls over her shoulder, surrounds my head like a curtain and tickles my shoulders. All of my senses are full of her.
I reach up and cup her jaw, closing the distance between us as my lips close on hers. She parts for me, giving me complete and utter control of her mouth. Our tongues tangle in a silent, playful battle that I always win.
My hands roam her body, caressing up her sides before circling under her breasts. I cup both of them, feeling the weight in my hands. They’re full and heavy. My cock twitches, tapping her clit lightly as I circle a nipple with my thumb. I groan as my head feels how hot and wet her pussy is for me.
Aisling pulls away with a gasp, breaking the kiss. “Careful.”
“Careful with what?” I ask, my voice gruff with arousal.
Just as I give her nipple a tug, something wet coats my finger.
“That,” Aisling pants. “He didn’t nurse on both sides.”
Tucking my chin against my chest, I look down at where my finger is on her tit. Milk is coating my fingers.
“Sorry.” Aisling winces as she moves to push off of me. “My shirt’s right there. I’ll wipe it off.”
My cock twitches again, earning a loud moan from her lips as she grinds against me, shirt forgotten. I don’t need to check to see if she’s wet. I can feel her pussy dripping on my cock.
Both of us are panting, fighting to catch our breath as I line my cock up at her entrance. Thrusting my hips up, I’m buried deep inside. Her pussy clenches me in a vice grip, welcoming me home.
“Fuck.” I grunt as I pull out until only my head is in only to thrust my hips up again, this time harder, setting the pace.