CHAPTER 11 #2
“I can’t imagine,” I murmur. “It’s clear he’s all about optics, but I hoped there was something more behind closed doors. I’m sorry there wasn’t.”
With a kiss to my neck, he pulls back enough to look into my eyes. We’re so close and it wouldn’t take much to close the distance. But I have a feeling he has more to say.
“I never used my badge to help him,” he starts, an apology in his gaze, “but I never used it to stop him either.”
“He didn’t step over those lines.” Aiden’s eyebrows pull together and I chuckle under my breath. “If you don’t think Mayer has been collecting all the evidence and seeing where every I is dotted and T is crossed then you should think again.”
The smile that lights up his face eases some of my worry. He still looks wrecked, but I’ll take a little moment of sunshine breaking through the clouds.
“I should have realized, darlin’,” he drawls. “Apologies,” he teases and kisses my temple.
“As you should,” I huff, my indignance all for show.
It earns me a rough chuckle. I’ll take it.
“What happened when you went to see your dad?” My question is soft, but his shoulders still slump and defeat fills his eyes.
“I told him it was enough. That he crossed a line to do something that could have a long-term detrimental ripple effect. Those grades mean something, and they should.”
The conviction in his voice is doing something to me. Something far too naughty for a conversation about his father, that’s for damn sure. When I wiggle on his lap, he lets out a groan and his hand finds my hip under the blanket. He holds me in place and his green eyes flash with a warning.
“Behave,” he grunts.
But he doesn’t let go of me. No, he pulls me just a little tighter against his chest.
“I’m going to guess Mayor Simmons didn’t react well to your critique of his involvement,” I scrunch up my face as I ask, and Aiden huffs out a small laugh.
“That would be an understatement. I called him out on the fact that it was all about mom and him not being able to get over it. He didn’t like that even more.”
My lips press together and I have so many questions, but I force myself to stay still and be quiet.
“By the end of it, I told him I’m in love with you and will no longer be allowing anyone or anything to stop me from making you mine.
And I’m talking for the rest of our lives when I say making you mine,” the words tumble out of him, but he holds my gaze the entire time, the truth in every word clear to see.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out and one side of his mouth twitches. I replay his words in my head and I shriek, “You told him you love me?”
“Yes.”
That’s it.
My eyes widen and then everything calms. Like I already knew the truth of what he’s saying.
It’s not like I can deny how I would try and catch glimpses of him over the years. Even back when we were growing up. He was the crush. Always was.
It’s ridiculous.
And I don’t care if it doesn’t make any sense.
“I love you too, Aiden.”
He freezes before he swoops down and takes my mouth in a kiss that reminds me of a snowflake kissing your cheek as it falls and tastes like hope. When he pulls back, I find myself leaning into him, chasing his mouth.
“I walked out and he said that if I did, I am no longer his son.”
When I rear back, Aiden’s hold on me tightens. My mouth drops open and for a moment I’m completely at a loss.
“Oh, no,” I squeeze my eyes shut. Because he’s here. He was on my porch. When I open my eyes, I ask, “And you walked out?”
“I want my future, Greylin. I want you. You better fucking believe I walked out, and I didn’t look back.”
I cup his face in my hands and shift until I’m straddling him. Can he feel my gratitude, my awe?
“I want this too,” I whisper.
He shifts us, laying me out on the couch. His hands are certain and sure as he undresses me before doing the same to himself. My eyes are half-mast as I watch him, unable to look away.
When he wraps his hand around his cock and strokes, my pussy clenches and I can feel just how wet I am. He glances around and I bite my lip as I tell him, “I’m clean and I’m on birth control.”
His eyes snap to mine and then he’s covering my body with his. His length slides through my pussy lips, collecting my wetness. We moan at the contact.
“You want to feel me inside you bare, darlin’?”
Heat flows through me and I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass. “Yes,” I hiss, “I want you to fill me with your cum.”
“Fuck,” he growls.
My back arches as he fills me to the hilt, pushing just a little bit deeper, using the arm of the couch as leverage and angling my hips. When he’s got me right where he wants me, he starts to move. Every slow glide out is followed by a sharp punch forward. It’s perfect.
When he grinds down against my clit, I see stars.
My hands claw at his back as I moan and beg for more. My words are mindless, my pleas breathless.
But Aiden knows what I need. He growls, his mouth finding my neck and sucking before kissing down my chest and biting down on the top of my breast. The way it edges on too much is like a pulse straight to my clit. My walls start to tighten around his cock.
“That’s it,” he grits out through his teeth. “You’re so close and you’re going to give it to me. Because you asked so nicely for my cum. And I need to fill you with every drop.”
His words send me flying and I come, hard. My eyes roll back in my head as my thighs tighten and my pussy gushes all over him. He fucks me right through my orgasm, the pleasure letting me float as his movements stutter.
Aiden roars out my name as he fills me completely and the first jets of his cum hit my walls. It’s bliss and I cling to him knowing nothing will ever be the same.
We have a chance to have everything. And it’s because he chose me. I hope I’m worth it.