Chapter 18 #2
Aisling is along for the ride as her head falls back and her tits bounce with every thrust. It’s a view I’ll never get tired of seeing.
Her walls pulse around me as her hands roam her body, her fingers gently trailing over the soft flesh.
She cupped the breast that leaked, giving it a hard squeeze, her pussy fluttering around me.
She’s getting close.
I grunt through it, trying not to blow before she finishes.
My thrusts grow wild as she leans down, bringing the cupped breast to my mouth.
“Suck,” she demands.
I don’t need to be told twice.
I take the hard bud into my mouth, nipping it as I suck on it hard. Milk squirts into my mouth.
“Good boy,” she purrs, praising me.
Aisling’s moans grow louder and louder with each squirt of milk I drink down.
I’ve lost all control as I pound into her pussy, drinking gulp after gulp of milk.
Aisling’s head flies back as her pussy ripples around me, coming hard.
I fuck her through her orgasm before slamming home one last time and spilling jet after jet of come into her still-pulsing cunt.
The mixture of us spills out and trickles down my cock, too much for her pussy to hold.
I release her nipple with a pop before she collapses on top of me.
“Holy shit.” I’m out of breath, and so is she.
Our bodies are damp with sweat. Light tremors rack through her body as she’s still coming down from her orgasm high.
I wrap her up tightly in my arms before rolling us so we’re on our sides facing each other. I grab the blanket that’s rumpled at the bottom of the bed and drag it over us before tucking her in around me.
She snuggles into me, making me feel whole again. And that’s a feeling I haven’t felt since the last time I was in her bed.
“You good?” I ask, my voice low and satisfied.
“Yeah.” She sighs contentedly. “That was…”
“A long time coming,” I finish for her.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “We should probably get back out there.”
“In a minute. I’m not ready to leave my bed yet now that I finally have you in it.”
Aisling slides her leg in between mine before wrapping it around my calf. “And to think you could have had me in it years ago.” I feel her smile against my chest.
“Is the queen of petty passive-aggressive comments finally moving past it?” I ask as I twirl a lock of her hair around my finger.
“Maybe a little.”
“Does that mean you finally forgive me?”
“I’m working on it.”
I’ll take it.
It wasn’t a flat-out no, and I knew it wasn’t going to be an instant overnight thing.
“Do you and Cormac want to stay the night?” I ask, trying my luck.
I’m not ready for this to end. I finally have my woman and my kid together with my family.
“It’s not that I don’t want to…” Aisling hesitates. “But there isn’t really a place for us here.”
My body grows taunt.
There isn’t a place for them here?
I’ve felt like I’ve done everything I can to make them feel welcome and included. Hell, every single one of my brothers and their women welcomed them with open arms.
“Gotcha,” I respond, closing down to not let the hurt show. I move my arm out from under her and release my hold on her. “We should go check on Cormac, and I can get you two home.”
“Wait, what?” Aisling asks, sitting up on an elbow as she looks at me confused.
“You don’t feel comfortable here. I’m going to take you home.”
Aisling’s hand grabs my forearm as I move to get out of bed, holding me in place. “That’s not what I meant, Lachlan.”
“Then what did you mean?” I ask, my eyes glued to the wall.
“I meant there’s no room for us here.” She waves her hand around the room. “You have one pillow on your bed, a thin blanket and there’s nowhere for Cormac to sleep.”
Huh.
I guess she has a point.
“I’ll give you Cormac not having a place to sleep, but I don’t need two pillows. You don’t even use one when I’m with you. You sleep either on my chest or my arm until it feels like it’s going to fall off.”
“You know what I mean.” She rolls her eyes. “Honestly, when I first came in here, it looked like a guest room. Where is all of your stuff?”
“You’re looking at it.”
Growing up we didn’t have a lot. We never went without what we needed, but there wasn’t any extras for things we wanted.
The mentality of you’re good if you have everything you need to survive trickled into adulthood.
I’ve never been one to be attached to material things. Unless it’s my bike or Mustang.
“It doesn’t bother you that it doesn’t feel homey?” she asks as she tugs on my arm, pulling me back down on the bed.
“How real do you want me to get right now?”
“Sorry?” she asks, sounding confused.
“How real do you want me to be with you?” I try again.
“I want you to be as real as you can be.”
“The only place that’s ever felt homey to me is your house.”
“That’s probably just because of Cormac. We can make this room more homey.”
I shake my head. “It’s not him. It felt like that eighteen months ago.”
Aisling stares at me for a long moment. She’s searching for something, but I’m not sure what.
“Do you want to stay the night at my place tonight?” she asks, breaking the silence.
Inside, I want to roar and pump my fist up toward the sky. I feel like I’m finally winning.
“Yeah. Do I get some milk before bed?” I ask, my voice gravely.
Aisling’s lids lower as her eyes move to my mouth. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll feed you before bed.”
“I’m always on my best behavior.”