Chapter 12 Aiden #2
“Tired?” I teased. “And here I thought I did all the work.”
I scooped her up and she yawned, pressing her cheek on my chest. “Right? I never knew orgasms made you so sleepy.”
I made my way to our room, where I deposited her gently on the bed and tucked her in. “Take a nap, and I’ll take a shower.”
She was already curling up when she mumbled, “I feel like I should really… reciprocate. Maybe you… can… teach me.”
My dick instantly responded, swelling painfully, but in the next breath, her soft snore filled the space and I shook my head at the absurdity of this situation. I was too old for this for fuck’s sake, yet I feared I’d gone too far to turn away from this woman. Or entertain another one.
Unlike my parents in their marriage, I wanted to give fidelity a real shot.
I showered quickly and put on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, then padded out of the bathroom, making sure I didn’t wake her.
Just as I exited the bedroom, my phone buzzed and I grabbed it, noting it was a video call.
“Is everything okay?” I said by way of greeting.
“I was about to ask you that, brother,” Tyran answered. “You’ve been off the radar for days.”
“Give him a break,” his twin chimed. “He just got married.”
I rolled my eyes. “You two are like meddling old ladies.”
“You’re right,” Kyran confirmed, grinning like an idiot. “How’s married life treating you?”
I scoffed. “Who’s really asking?”
They scowled. “We are, of course.”
“But so is Uncle,” Tyran added. “In fact, he’s been calling me every thirty minutes to ask.”
“I’m married, aren’t I?” I gritted. “What else does he want to know?”
Kyran snorted. “He wants all the sordid details. He even went as far as asking if you’d impregnated the girl.”
“I’ve never seen him like this,” Tyran said, shaking his head somberly. “Once he learned who her father is, it’s like he’s obsessed with the girl.”
“I still can’t believe it myself,” said Kyran. “Scottish mafia fucking royalty right in our city. In our fucking club. Duncan Lyons’s daughter.”
Truthfully, I could hardly believe it myself.
The Lyonses were gangsters from Glasgow who, over the past few decades, had expanded their operations into the Middle East and North America, putting a damper on some of our deals.
Their organization ran everything from weapons shipments and protection rackets to high-end real estate laundering schemes.
Now, with his daughter married into our circle, my uncle wanted a seat at his table, a share in the shipping routes, and a guarantee that his ports would stay open to our cargo.
Personally, I didn’t think it would be that simple. Duncan Lyons wasn’t the sharing kind, and the whole ordeal with his daughter and wife might backfire big-time. But Uncle Jack was too blind and greedy to see it.
Of course, the revelation of Raven’s connection to Duncan had been the turning point in the decision to bind her to the Callahan family.
Had she not lied on her application at Velvet Desire and not been on our territory, this sort of oversight would’ve never been an issue and we likely wouldn’t have been in a situation where such drastic measures were necessary.
As it was, our world operated on bloodlines and alliances, and Uncle was eager to use this newfound opportunity to his advantage.
“He’s not pleased that you demanded to do this your own way,” Tyran explained. “Every time I see him, he rambles on about how he’s still the head of the family.”
I snorted.
“And I’m Raven’s husband, so he’ll have to respect my wishes and stay the fuck away.”
“You know what he’s like.”
Kyran pulled a face, then added, “Annoying as shit. He really should step the fuck down and let you lead. His mindset is medieval.”
I sat on the couch, the city skyline spread out across the wall of windows. “He’ll step down when he’s ready, but it doesn’t mean he controls us, and he sure as fuck won’t be rushing me and using Raven for his own gain.”
“Have you… asked her about it?” Tyran was always the more reasonable twin, although he had his moments too.
I shook my head.
“I guess it’s been more hanky panky and less talking, huh?” Kyran remarked, grinning like a fucking fool.
“Who in the fuck says hanky panky?” Tyran scoffed.
He ignored him, rubbing his hands together. “The fact that they are… let’s say, engaging in sexual relations is a good sign. I was worried the girl wouldn’t be able to handle Aiden’s kinks.”
“Kinky brother and sister-in-law,” Tyran remarked, and I promptly flipped him the bird.
“Don’t read too much into shit,” I grumbled, knowing they would fucking die from laughter if they knew the truth. “And for fuck’s sake, don’t concern yourselves with my sex life.”
Kyran’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “But—”
“Did you just call to piss me off?” I cut him off.
Kyran’s expression turned serious. “We just wanted to check on you.”
“And to remind you we’re here for you,” Tyran chimed in, his words softening me further. “It can’t be easy marrying someone you barely know.”
“I know enough.” I rubbed my face with my hand. “And I like her.”
“That’s good, because she’s yours now,” Kyran retorted.
“And Uncle implied she better be happy, so keep yourself on the straight and narrow.” Tyran’s advice was sound, but unwelcome and more than a little unnecessary.
Before they could carry on, I hooted out a laugh. “Out of the three of us, I’m the only one who’s ever attempted the straight and narrow. God help your women.”
Tyran’s grin turned sheepish. “But Uncle doesn’t know that.”
“And we’d like to keep it that way,” Kyran grumbled. “I don’t need him on my case.”
I snorted. “Ditto. So tell him what he wants to hear, and remind him that he doesn’t have access to my building. Got it?”
Tyran sighed and, shaking his head, muttered, “I’ll give him some bullshit story. It should keep him off your back for a bit longer.”
“But not Mother,” Kyran piped in. “She lost her shit when she learned her firstborn got married without notifying her. Don’t be surprised if she makes an appearance.”
I shrugged, rolling my eyes. “Good thing she doesn’t have access to the building either.”
“Like that’ll stop her,” Kyran grumbled. The topic of our mother always put him in a bad mood, and I didn’t see that changing anytime soon.
“I’ll talk to you two later.”
“We’re here when you need us, bro.”
I cut the call and lingered for a few moments, contemplating their veiled warnings.
While my relationship with Mother was tolerable, my siblings didn’t share the same luck.
Especially my sister. Mother wasn’t the easiest person to get along with.
She had a talent for inserting herself into everyone’s business.
Things got worse whenever she stumbled upon one of her good-for-nothing lovers.
I’d had to put her in her place more than once, and it wasn’t until I threatened to cut off her allowance that she finally took me seriously.
Of course I wasn’t naive. I knew she tried to use my siblings to pry into my affairs, but they were smarter than that. The twins brushed her off with practiced indifference, while my sister refused to engage with her altogether.
Mother had been upset over my marriage, I could only imagine the chaos that would follow once my sister found someone to settle down with. Knowing Mother, she’d try to take control of everything—and Margaret would never stand for that.
I finally gave up and headed for the bedroom. But no sooner had I made it halfway across the penthouse than a noise in the kitchen stopped me.
And that was where I found her.
I leaned against the arched doorway and cocked a brow, watching her move around the kitchen.
“Hungry?” I asked. “Or intent on burning down our state-of-the-art kitchen?”
“I won’t comment on your latter comment because I’m in a good mood.” She whirled around and smiled. “But you’ll be hungry when I make us breakfast.”
I masked a wince.
I hadn’t learned all there was about Raven, but I knew she couldn’t cook for shit. She attempted it yesterday, and it was a disaster. I had a feeling it wasn’t a one-off. No matter though, I would have DoorDash on speed dial for a backup meal.
She sighed happily, rummaging through the drawers. “Are you hungry for some eggs?”
I opened my mouth to lie, but my fucking stomach decided to growl at that moment.
“Starving,” I retorted, smiling sheepishly while praying I wouldn’t contract food poisoning. I would have to make sure to adjust her makeshift recipe when she wasn’t looking.
She cleared her throat. “Great, sit down and I’ll fix scrambled eggs with oven stir-fry. The internet claims it’s impossible to mess up. The recipe is simple.”
She turned around before I could say another word, and I watched her flit around the kitchen. I should have focused on what she was doing, but her long legs that I imagined wrapped around my head as I ate her out were too distracting.
She hinged at the waist to extract a frying pan from the oven and my dick hardened.
Her ass was sheer perfection. The sight of her bent over like that made me want to fuck her so hard that, for a second, I felt like a rabid animal, unable to control my urges. It didn’t help that I now knew how she tasted, the sounds she made…
My fingers contracted into fists before I forced them loose. But then she wiggled her hips, taking a step back from the stove, and she straightened with a glowing expression that hit me right in my chest.
I gritted my teeth, wondering how long I’d last like this.
“Let’s eat,” she said triumphantly, completely oblivious to what she was doing to me, as she placed the plate of a mixture of runny eggs and burnt veggies in front of me.
Maybe it would be best if I ate whatever this was and got sick. Then my focus would be on a different kind of pain: the kind that wouldn’t threaten me ravishing my young wife and taking her virginity in the most fucked-up ways imaginable.