Chapter 36
Mia
Mason
We’re having a party for Robby next weekend at the club if you wanna come. I’m making the trip home for it and to get a break from here.
I can probably come.
Mason
It’s family, Mia, and it would be good for you to be around people besides Briggs.
I said I can probably come.
And maybe I’ll bring the man who just popped my cherry, and we can all be one big happy family.
Mason
You know I’m here if you need me, right?
No, you’re not, you’re in Virginia. But I’m fine.
Mason
Smart ass.
Small details register as I set my phone down and refocus my bleary eyes.
Everything was hypothetical before. Now it’s real.
I’ve slept with the president of the club that has been known to rival my brother’s more than any other.
Not only have I slept with him, I’m in deep, and I’ve kept secrets from Mason, like knowing another man was involved with Nic’s rape.
I have no idea what this is with Aiden, but the reality is that Mason will be home soon and will wonder where the hell I’m hiding out.
When he finds out, I don’t know who I fear for more, Mason or Aiden.
Both beasts in their own right, both scare the shit out of me when it comes to self-preservation.
I push off the covers of Aiden’s comfortable bed and force myself to stand. Everything is sore, and the last thing I need to do is worry about my brother. That bridge is one I don’t have to cross today.
I can tell it’s early, but I feel relaxed after sleeping through the rest of the night. I make my way to the bathroom, smelling the scents of coffee and bacon coming from the kitchen.
My ruined dress was long gone as Aiden carried me in and pulled his shirt from my body before climbing into the shower with me.
He said nothing, working diligently to wash every part of me, adding shampoo and conditioner that smelled like mint and eucalyptus.
Aiden cleaned me like it was a ritual he had to conclude, and when he finally shut the water off, he wrapped a towel around his own waist and then dried me from head to toe before helping me into a clean T-shirt and carefully brushing my hair.
I was still a little high through it all, and when he tucked me into bed, he bent down and kissed my head and spoke in a low whisper. “Tomorrow we’ll start looking for answers about the man your sister saw with Marco and Gator.”
“You’re going to help me?” My words came out slowly, pure exhaustion starting to take over. “You believe her? You believe me?”
His dark brow furrowed.
“There’s one thing I won’t tolerate, and that’s any kind of assault on a woman. If there’s still a man in my club, or anyone I’m associated with, who did that, I’ll fucking kill him myself.”
My eyes stayed closed then, warmth washing over me. My lids were too heavy to open, but I could feel the stroke of his thumb.
“Sleep well, little goddess. I’ll never go this easy on you again.”
Even in my dazed state, those words made my body heat, and I realized something must be very, very wrong with me. Because words like that should have scared me, but they didn’t.
* * *
I slip on a pair of panties under Aiden’s T-shirt, and I pad down the hall.
Sunlight streams in the windows as I round the corner to the kitchen and find Aiden there, shirtless, freshly showered.
There are still tiny water droplets clinging to his skin, and his damp hair is pushed behind his ears.
He’s wearing a pair of black sweatpants, his feet are bare, and he’s slicing avocado with his heavy, inked hands.
He plates it as he realizes I’m standing here, adding sliced tomatoes to the plate.
I pull down a mug and fill it with coffee then head to the kitchen table as his eyes roam over me.
He moves to the table behind me, setting a glass down, then back to the fridge, pulling out a large glass pitcher of lemon water. He pours some for me.
“This will help rehydrate you. Drink all of it.” He watches as I take a sip.
Not realizing how thirsty I was until I started drinking, I quickly down it.
He pops a piece of bacon into his mouth when he gets back to the island, and without looking up, he fixes my plate and brings it over, setting it in front of me.
My stomach grumbles. It looks incredible.
I’m just about to pick my fork up when his heavy hand comes down over my wrist. “It won’t happen again,” he says sincerely, staring into my eyes, and I wonder what he’s talking about. “I didn’t know about your sister when I gave you that Pentothal. I’m sorry, Mia.”
Oh. My stomach drops at his apology, because I know he probably doesn’t hand those out.
Ever. And I can tell he really means it. His eyes trail my lips, then back up to hold my gaze.
“I don’t smoke weed, ever. But it’s chemistry; it counteracts the adrenaline, which is what we both needed.” He grimaces. “But for what it’s worth, if I knew about her, Mia, I would’ve found a different way to give you the Pentothal.”
“There are different ways?” I can’t help but ask.
Aiden smirks as he nods to the plate. Fuck, he’s so beautiful. “Eat,” he says, nudging it toward me.
I take a bite. Goddamn, that’s good. The eggs are perfectly cooked on a bed of cracked-grain toast and smothered in a homemade tomato-avocado spread. I eat a few more bites.
“Taste good?”
I practically moan around my bite. I was so hungry, I’ve eaten half the plate.
“Good,” he mutters, sliding my plate a little farther down the table.
“Hey! I wasn’t done!”
“I know.” He grunts as he picks me up and drops my panty-clad ass right on the table where my plate was, before dropping to his knees.
I scoot back as his body nestles between my thighs, spreading them wide at the same time as he yanks me forward and roughly pulls off my panties.
“What are you doing?” My voice hits a higher octave as he grips my thighs tight so I can’t move. He looks up at me from his knees.
Aiden slides his hands up my thighs, and I break out in goose bumps as he keeps his eyes trained to my skin.
I slide my hand through his hair as he lets his tongue skate over the inside of my thigh, tiny little licks and nips as he gets closer and closer.
When he reaches my center, desire churns inside me.
He drops a kiss to my clit, and my back arches.
I let a soft moan slip from my lips as I tug his hair a little harder.
“Be a good girl for me, Mia. Eat all your breakfast while I eat mine.”
“Fuck,” I whimper as he spreads my legs wider and runs his nose through my shamelessly wet pussy, breathing me in.
“Mmmm, yes. But first, I’m fucking starving, and I’ve been craving this pussy all fucking morning.”
I give in, coming in mere moments, breakfast long forgotten, because holy shit, the way this man’s tongue moves so expertly? Who needs any kind of high when he’s the drug I’m becoming addicted to.