Chapter 19
19
AIDAN
Every good intention I had of respecting Lyla’s wishes goes out the goddamn window the second I see her eyes heat with desire after I threatened to kill her piece of shit ex-fiancé. The conscious thought doesn’t even float through my mind before I’m roughly pulling her in for a fierce kiss.
Our teeth clash but it doesn’t deter either of us; instead, it seems to spur the moment on even more. She tastes like her favorite cherry vanilla lip balm and something else distinctly Lyla . The combination is downright addictive. If I’m not careful, I could get lost in her flavor and the way her lips mold to mine.
“Lyla,” I murmur between brushes of our lips. “We don’t have to do this. I know you said you weren’t ready.”
She groans, nipping my bottom lip hard . “Aidan?”
In spite of my rational words, I can’t stop myself from dropping kisses down her soft neck. “Yes, angel?”
“Please shut up and fuck me.”
A husky chuckle escapes me before I can stop it because even when my girl is being bossy, she’s still polite. I tuck my face down and smile into her neck before lightly biting at the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. “Yes, ma’am.”
Moving back just far enough so I don’t accidentally elbow her, I reach up and grip the back of my shirt, nearly ripping it in my haste to get naked. I’m thankful the cab of my truck has so much space, otherwise this wouldn’t be possible.
The way Lyla’s appreciative gaze roams over my bare chest has my dick jumping behind my zipper, and I push a hand down over it to alleviate the ache. I don’t think there will ever be a day when this girl doesn’t turn me on like nothing else ever has.
With practiced movements, she shucks off her shirt and bra, leaving me staring at her gloriously bare tits. They’re on the smaller side and a perfect handful. I go to cup them in my hands and grunt at the feel of her stiff nipples scraping against my palm. She moans, and it’s like a siren’s call, leaving me powerless to resist her.
I dip down and take one of the stiff peaks in my mouth, sucking and nipping until she’s squirming in my lap.
“Dammit, angel. You taste like I’m gonna need to go to church and beg for forgiveness next Sunday.”
The way she giggles as her nimble fingers go for my belt and zipper has me thrusting into her hand before she even gets my pants undone, and suddenly, I can’t go another minute without tasting her.
She already had the center console flipped up, so I band one arm around her back and flip us so I’m lying over top of her across the bench seat.
Lyla shrieks, making me chuckle, but her surprise turns into breathy moans when I tuck my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and yank them down, barely stopping long enough to get them off her feet. I kick the driver side door open and drop to my knees on the sideboard, so I’m at the perfect angle to toss her legs over my shoulders.
Her gaze is hot on mine when I glance up, and I don’t wait another second before diving in. A ragged groan escapes my throat when I get the first hit of her flavor, and I lose all sense of time and place.
Forget baseball, I want to spend the rest of my days worshipping at this angel’s alter.
Dragging my tongue along her drenched core, I circle her sensitive little clit and dip a single finger inside her, curling it up to hit the spot I know drives her crazy.
Right on cue, her hips buck up and bring her even further into my mouth, and I make sure to vocalize just how much I like it.
Pulling back for air, my words are barely more than a gasp. “Fuckin’ love it when you use me, angel. Ride my face like it’s your own personal toy.”
She moans loudly and cries out when I suck her clit between my lips, giving it just enough pressure to feel good but not enough to offer any relief. I use the stud of my tongue ring to keep a smooth pressure along the underside of her clit. Toying with her this way might become my new favorite game.
“Daddy, please !”
Oh, fuck. If I had any thought in my mind that the first time she called me that was a fluke, it was gone. My cock just went from hard to a steel fucking pipe in half a second, and I know I’m dripping precum into my boxer briefs right now.
With a hoarse moan, I dive back in and add a second finger to Lyla’s sweet cunt, pumping them in and out at a swift pace, keeping my fingers curved to hit that little spot behind her pubic bone. With my other hand, I unzip my pants and pull my dick out, nearly hissing at the friction of my hand against it. I haven’t even been inside her yet, and I’m already close.
I move my mouth to the side and bite the inside of her thigh, growling like a fucking animal. “You gonna be a good little sinner and come for Daddy, dirty girl?”
She cries out when my tongue returns to her clit, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she detonates. “That’s it,” I praise her. “That’s my good girl. Come all over my fingers, and then you can come on my cock.”
Lyla whimpers, scrambling back slightly when I don’t let up the pressure on her clit. I gentle it just a bit, but I want her close again when I impale her because I know I won’t last, and my angel deserves at least two orgasms for every one of mine.
“Ah ah ah, angel. Did I say we were done?”
Her eyes are wide and unblinking as she stares at me, but then her eyes drop to where my hand is still wrapped around my cock, and her mouth parts, giving me a glimpse of her tongue. She doesn’t answer me or act like she heard me, so I land a gentle slap over her clit to get her attention, loving the whimper it gets me.
I keep my words firm, reminding myself we’ll need to go over rules and expectations later if we’re going to keep this dynamic in our relationship. Even if it’s only confined to the bedroom. Or, in this case, my truck. “I asked you a question, Lyla. Did I say we were done?”
She shakes her head this time, letting me know she did, in fact, hear me. “N-no, Daddy.”
A smirk finds my mouth easily because fuck . I love that so much more than I ever thought I would. “Good. Glad we understand each other.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, I grip her hips in my hands and flip her over so she’s on her knees, facing the woods outside the passenger window. We’re far enough away from the road that I’m not worried about someone seeing her, but if they did, at least they’d know she’s mine.
Is it fucked up that I just ate out my son’s nanny in the cab of my truck next to my father’s dilapidated gravesite? Probably. Do I care? Not in the slightest. I hope dear old Dad looks up and knows his life goal of fucking me up beyond repair failed.
Well, mostly. I did just devour my girl in a graveyard, so I might be a little bit fucked up after all.
Shaking myself back to reality, I place a hand around Lyla’s throat and pull her up so her back is pressed firmly against my chest. “You with me, Ly?”
She nods. “Mhmm. I’m with you, Aid.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful I haven’t pushed her too far. “Good, then listen to me, okay? This is a new dynamic for both of us, and I don’t want you uncomfortable. So if I say or do something you don’t like, you say stop. You say stop, and everything stops. No questions or complaints. Okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
All the air in my lungs evaporates, and the lack of oxygen in my brain is the only excuse I have for what I do next. Taking the barest second to line us up, I thrust into Lyla’s heat and curse at how fucking right it feels.
There’s no build-up, no slow start to get her used to my size. Two little words from her sinful lips, and I’m thrusting into her savagely like I’ll die if I have to go one more second not being inside of her.
“Goddamn, angel. You feel so fuckin’ good. I’ll never get enough of you.”
Her breathing is labored, and every other breath comes out as a moan, and just when I think I can’t possibly take anymore, she places her palms flat on the center console and bounces back into me, sending a thump through my balls.
Without warning, I pull out and drop back down to the seat, picking her up so she straddles me before I impale her on my erection again. She wastes no time starting up a steady rhythm, bouncing on my cock, and playing with her clit like she was made to ride me.
“Fuck, Aidan. I’m close.”
I grit my teeth to hold off my own orgasm and knock her hand away from her pussy, licking my thumb and replacing her fingers with it. “I know, angel. I want you to hold off and come with me. Can you do that?”
She nods emphatically, and thankfully, I don’t have to wait long. After a few more rough thrusts, I pinch her clit gently, and with the first clench of her inner muscles around my cock, I explode. Shooting rope after rope of cum into her. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I hear Wren’s text from the plane about having my own baby, but I ignore biology and focus on helping Lyla come down from her orgasm.
Our lips meet in a sweet caress, and the grin she gives me when we separate is blinding. “Wow,” she whispers softly. “I guess my staying away from you plan didn’t exactly pan out, huh?”
I snort a laugh and lift her off my oversensitive shaft, setting her cute little ass on my thighs. The second I do, I feel something drip onto my leg, and we both look down in shock.
The reality of what I just did smacks me in the face, and I look to Lyla with what I’m sure is a mixture of horror and desire written all over my face at seeing the cum dripping down her silky, toned thighs.
She finally looks up and chokes on a laugh when she sees my expression, reaching up to press my mouth closed from where it had fallen open. “Relax, Aid. I have an IUD, and I trust you.”
Biting her lip, she keeps her eyes trained where our bodies meet. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before… it’s so much better than I thought it would be.”
Well, in that case…
Leaning back, I move one of my hands off her hips and gently swipe two fingers over her pussy, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I lick them clean. My eyes roll back in my head at the taste of us combined, and this time, it’s her jaw that drops in shock.
Lyla’s eyes are hooded and filled with heat again, but the surprise is still evident on her pretty face. “Well fuck,” she whispers under her breath. “Why was that so hot?”
With a smirk, I pull her to me so her head rests comfortably under my chin. I just need a second to breathe her in and remind myself that she’s here and safe.
I know we need to clean up and get on the road to pick up Crew, but a quick glance at the clock shows it’s barely 8 a.m., so he’s likely not even awake yet. I have time to just hold my girl as I figure out a plan to keep us all safe from her walking dead ex-boyfriend.
Because whether she’s ready to accept it or not, Lyla Taylor is mine .
Rhodes’s parents have known me since he was drafted five years ago, so I’m fully expecting the Spanish Inquisition when I pull up with sex hair and Lyla in the front seat next to me.
Don’t ask me how they’ll know I have sex hair when their own son was a virgin until last year. Just trust that they do and that Dominic will most likely put his foot in his mouth about it.
Ly is fidgeting in her seat, and I can’t figure out why, so I pull off to the side of the road and park just before we make it to their house.
“Hey, why are you stopping?”
Turning in my seat, I grab one of her small hands in mine and stare into her beautiful green eyes. “Why do you seem nervous? You’ve met Kaci and Dom plenty of times before. Nothing’s changed, and you know they love you.”
She sighs and leans back on the headrest with her face tilted towards me. “I know they like me, and they’re always so nice whenever I see them. But what if they figure out something happened between us?”
I snort because it’s too late for that. “Angel, they knew something was going to happen between us the minute I asked them to watch Crew for the weekend.”
Her mouth gapes open in the most adorable way, and I can’t help but lean in and nip her cute bottom lip. “Don’t act so surprised. They know you’ve been working for me, and they also know you went to New York with us from the pictures I’m sure Wren sent them. In case you forgot, your bestie has a big mouth.”
The panic in her eyes only recedes the tiniest bit, but I’m not sure what else I can say to reassure her. If she’s this nervous to be around Rhodes’s parents, I can’t imagine how hard it’ll be when I bring her home to meet Mama and Wes.
“Ly, what’s the real issue here?”
Lyla heaves a deep breath and shakes her head, scooting to the middle seat so she can lay her head on my shoulder. “I worry they’ll think I’m not good enough for you. Or that I’m taking advantage of you for your money. Obviously, I’m not, but that’s what my ex-fiancé’s mother used to say when she thought I couldn’t hear.”
That fucking family. I need to get names from Lyla or Copeland as soon as possible so I can fuck up some lives. After all, what’s the point of having money if I can’t use it to help the people I lo—am closest to?
Too soon for the l-word, Aidan.
“Angel… first of all, if anything, I’m the one who’s not good enough for you. You’re a smart, sweet, incredibly brave woman, and I am in awe of you every day. You’ve made our lives so much better since you came in and did your thing. Crew is sleeping better, he’s learning more every day, and his separation anxiety is nearly gone. Have you ever wondered why I call you angel?”
She nods slowly, her eyes glossed over with tears.
“I call you angel because to us, that’s exactly what you are. You’re our angel, Lyla. And I’ll do anything I can to make sure we get to keep you.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond before continuing our drive, and within three minutes, we’re in Kaci and Dominic’s driveway. Giving Lyla’s hand one last comforting squeeze, I hop out of the truck and run around the front to open her door. She seems shocked every time I do this, and it makes me hate her ex even more for being such a piece of shit.
We haven’t had ‘the talk’ about what we are, but it doesn’t stop me from threading my fingers through hers on the way to the door. Though I do go against every fiber of my being and let go once we ring the bell.
As much as I want to claim Lyla as mine and show her off to the world, I don’t want to throw another big change into Crew’s life when he’s so happy and settled the way things are now.
The front door opens, and Kaci’s smiling face greets us. Her smile is a little too wide and a little too knowing. “Hey, guys! Crew literally just woke up, and he’s already asking about you, Lyla.”
I grin at Lyla and raise an incredulous brow. “It seems I’ve been replaced.”
Her answering smirk is cute as hell, and I see Kaci’s eyes widen just as a small blond mass comes hurtling at us at top speed.
“Lyly!”
Crew dives into Lyla’s legs, and I instantly move behind them to catch her slight form as she starts to topple under the weight of my enthusiastic son. I shouldn’t have worried, though, because she instantly drops to her knees and envelops Crew into the biggest hug I’ve ever seen.
I’m honestly speechless at the display, and when Lyla looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and smiles, I’m seconds away from saying “fuck it,” and kissing her right here out in the open.
I think a little family fun day might be in order.
“Really? You want to spend the day here?” Lyla asks incredulously.
After picking up Crew from Rhodes’s parent’s house, I told Crew and Lyla I was taking us out for a surprise fun day together and refused to say a word about where we were going.
When I pulled up outside the Charleston Fun Park a minute ago, my pretty passenger looked at me like I was insane as Crew squealed in his booster seat.
My grin is so big it feels like it might split my face, and I can’t hold back a chuckle. “Oh, ye of little faith. This may look silly to you, but I’ve found there’s no better way to bond than by kicking each other’s as— butt’s at go-karts.”
She snorts and shakes her head, placing her hand on the handle to open the door.
“Don’t!” My shout startles her, and I grimace in apology, hopping out on my side so I can open both of their doors. Leaning down next to her ear, I whisper my apology. “Sorry for shouting, angel. But my girl doesn’t get her own door when I’m around. You sit your pretty ass in that seat and wait for Daddy to come to you.”
The flush that covers her cheeks is perfection, making me smirk as I stealthily kiss her cheek and go to grab Crew from his seat. The kid learned how to undo his buckles ages ago, so he’s standing up and waiting to jump into my arms the second I open the back passenger side door.
“Alright, y’all. Let’s go battle it out on the track!”