“I shouldn’t,” I say.
He hums. “No, you shouldn’t,” he agrees.
“Does all of this mean that we’re starting over?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He grunts, his fingers tightening around the side of my neck. “Never,” he growls. “Starting over would mean not having all of the moments we’ve already shared together. They exist, some were good, and some weren’t, but that’s what brought us here.”
“Am I free, Aidan?”
I want to know if he still considers me his property, or am I a free woman, to come and go as I please. Are we owner and prostitute, or are we more?
“You’re free, A rùnsearc,” he smiles. “To an extent,” he adds.
“An extent?”
His hand leaves the side of my neck, traveling down the center of my chest, and finally cups between my legs, grabbing ahold of my bare pussy. “You’re still mine, Giovanna. This cunt, is mine. That hasn’t changed, that will never change. You give this to any other man and you’re both dead,” he growls.
His words should scare me, but they don’t, they excite me. I’ve never belonged to any one man. Not until he came into my life. I can’t deny the thrill that slides up my spine at the thought. He groans when he feels my pussy on his hand, dripping from his words. My nipples peak and my breasts ache, too. I need him.
“Nobody else.” I smirk, leaning forward and brushing my lips across his.
He gently slips two fingers inside of me and I sigh. I’m sore, but I’m also needy. He slowly pumps in and out of me, his palm grinding against my clit with each stroke. My back arches, my breasts gliding along his chest as I attempt to relieve their aching.
“Fuck my hand, A rùnsearc, come all over me,” he groans.
Shamelessly, I fuck his hand, enjoying the way his fingers fill me. His lips run down the column of my throat, kissing me, then licking me with his tongue. It sends shivers over my entire body as I climb closer toward my release. My hips jerk and buck, as my thighs shake. I’m so close and it’s threatening to consume me, completely.
“Come on, Vanna. Give it to me,” he growls against my skin.
His breath washes over my neck as my eyes slide closed and I come. I let out a cry, my pussy squeezing his fingers, and he moans at the same time. I expect him to flip me over and fuck me, but he doesn’t. He buries his face in my neck and keeps his fingers planted inside of me while he lets out a long exhale.
Lifting my hand, I glide my fingers through his hair. “Aidan?” I ask hesitantly.
He tips his head back, his eyes focused on mine, and he gives me a smirk. “Let me take care of you today. We’ll just watch movies.”
“What?” I ask in confusion. I’ve never had an offer quite like that before. It’s completely out of the norm for me and him.
Aidan keeps his easy-going smirk firmly planted on his lips. “You’re free, remember, Vanna? This is a relationship. We are not consumer and client anymore.”
My heart beats rapidly in my chest, as his words sink in. “A relationship?”
“Someday, sooner rather than later, you’ll be in my home and in my bed,” he murmurs.
I blink, unsure of how to respond to that. A glimmer of hope, of my hopes and dreams ignite, yet again. Like the fool that I am, I grasp onto it, refusing to let go. This is exactly what I’ve always wanted, like a little carrot dangling in front of me, I take it, I hold onto it.
“Don’t break my heart,” I plead.
He gives me a grin, his lips tipping up, and I watch as his eyes sparkle. “I’m going to try my fucking hardest not to, A rùnsearc.” He presses his mouth to mine before he repeats on a groan. “I’m going to fucking try.”
AIDAN
I watch her move around, gingerly sitting next to me and I curse myself. I fucking hurt her, and I deserve her hatred, but when she looks up at me, it’s as if she’s got stars in her eyes. She doesn’t hate me, if anything, there’s hope flowing through her and filling her up.
I can’t help but give her a smile when she looks at me that way, I feel it, too, that hope. I don’t deserve any part of her, and I have to earn her trust again, but I can’t deny that I’m happy, truly happy.
My phone beeps with a notification and I reach forward, grabbing it from the coffee table before checking it. Giovanna didn’t have any idea what she wanted to watch, so I logged into my Netflix account. Now she’s scrolling through every fucking movie they have, reading the descriptions one by one. That shit would have driven me crazy just a week ago. Today, I don’t mind it so much. Her body is pressed up close to mine, and she’s forgiven me. That’s all that matters.
MANNY: YOU FIX YOUR SHIT?
My brother’s message makes me chuckle. I know that he cares about my happiness, and he was pissed all at the same time. I don’t blame him, I probably would have shot him if he pulled the same shit that I did.
FIXED. I reply, then set my phone back down.
I spend the day with my woman wrapped in my arms and I don’t fuck her. My dick aches to be inside of her, but I don’t attempt it. My brothers were right, I need to court her a little. This thing between us, this is it for me. She is it for me. I knew it when my eyes raked over her body that first time. I felt it deep inside of me, something that has pulled me toward her, something immediate that I’d never felt before.
Giovanna and I are meant to be. It doesn’t matter how we came to be, only what the future will bring. Our road to this moment, it wasn’t even paved, it was rocky and twisted. I would change the way I behaved, but I would never change the fact that I’ve met her. I can’t bring her into my house as my woman tomorrow, I have my children to think about. However, she is now part of my family, and I’m going to integrate her into our lives. She’s ours, as much as we’re hers, as much as I’m hers.
Goddamn, I sound like a lovesick, pussy assed fool, and I could give a fuck less.
CHAPTER TWENTY
GIOVANNA
The next week goes by in a complete blur. Aidan wasn’t kidding when he said things would be different, that he would be different. My wounds have healed, but he’s yet to touch me, well, with his dick at least. I can’t count the number of orgasms I’ve had with his mouth and fingers. It’s been great, but I miss the feel of him inside of me. I crave it at this point.
We’re lying in bed, late at night. He’s just joined me after we spent the evening with his children. He brought me home, then went back to his place until the kids fell asleep, and now he’s back with me again.
“Caleb likes you. I’m not sure if it’s because he thinks you’re sexy, or what.” Aidan chuckles, running his fingers down my side. We’re facing one another in bed, and I’m wearing nothing but my panties.
Reaching out, I trace his lips with my fingers. “It’s because he thinks I’m hot,” I wink. “Ronan told me he thought I looked like a fairy princess from one of his books. Isla whispered that I smelled like cookies and she wanted to stay with me always. Elowen asked if I could take her shopping for a dress to wear for Shaughan’s wedding this week sometime,” I ramble.
“Fuck,” he curses.
I can’t stop the smile from appearing on my lips, wondering which one of those statements has made him curse, although, I could guess. He’s so insistent that Elowen is growing up, and yet, he’s not ready for it, either.
“Make sure she’s covered from head to toe,” he grunts. I giggle because I was right, he’s not ready for his baby to grow up, no matter how many times he announces that she’s grown.
I place my hand on his chest, rolling him onto his back and quickly climb up on him, straddling his hips with my thighs. Aidan’s hands automatically wrap around my hips and he gives me a squeeze. “Are you saying that we can have a girls’ shopping trip?” I ask.
He smirks, gently sliding his hands up my sides and cups my breasts. “You can. Take my girl shopping, take both of my girls shopping.”
His eyes are focused on my breasts, on his hands that start to
squeeze and massage my breasts, more importantly. I moan, grinding my panty covered pussy along his hard length. He tweaks my nipples, tugging on them which sends heat throughout my entire body and directly to my pussy.
Leaning forward, I graze my lips along his. “I need you, Aidan. I need you inside of me,” I breathe.
His hands leave my breasts and fist my panties, shredding them, then tossing the pieces to the side. Without a word, I lift my hips slightly and he aligns himself with my center. One of his hands wraps around my waist and he quickly tugs me down. My head falls back as he fills me, causing us both to let out a long groan.
We both stay perfectly still, my pussy adjusting to his size while I attempt to catch my breath. Aidan’s hands move up my waist to my breasts again. His thumbs glide along my hardened nipples and I shiver from the sensation.
“Missed this,” he says, his voice strained.
Lifting up, I slowly sink down on him again. He fills me in a way that no other man has. Aidan completely fills me from the inside out, and as each day passes, I feel like I’m going to burst.
I absolutely love it.
“Ride me, A rùnsearc.”
I tremble as I ride him, loving the way he rasps my treasure. I will never, not ever, get tired of hearing Aidan call me that. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world. My head drops back farther, and I reach behind me to grab onto his thighs as I ride.
Aidan’s fingers tighten around my breasts, a growl escaping his throat as my hips roll and grind against him. I can’t control myself, and even if I could, I don’t think that I would want to try. Aidan feels so good, and it’s been so long since he’s been inside of me. I never want him to leave, I wish that we could stay like this always.
“Fuck,” he curses. One of his hands leaves my breast and travels down my stomach. His thumb presses against my clit and he starts to rub. I gasp, my head lifting, and my eyes finding his. “Come, Vanna. Come all over me.”
It doesn’t take long, a few more hip rolls while he pinches my clit, and I come all over him. My thighs shake, but I don’t have even a moment to bask in my climax. Aidan sits up, flipping me onto my back and drives inside of me. His eyes stay focused on mine while he fucks me. His strokes are long and firm until he plants himself deep and groans with his release.
Running my nails down his back, I wrap my fingers around his muscular hips. He hums, lowering his head and presses his lips to mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, and he consumes me yet again. His hips gently glide in and out of me while he makes love to my mouth. Slowly, he pulls out from between my thighs, his teeth nibbling my bottom lip before he falls onto his back next to me.
His arms wrap around me and he tugs me against his side. I lay my cheek against his warm, hard chest and let out an exhale. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“I am now, Caro.” I smile, turning my head and pressing my lips against his warm skin.
Aidan’s fingers sift through my hair and I let out a contented sigh. It doesn’t take me long to fall asleep against his chest. Wrapped in his arms I’ve never felt so happy, or content, in my entire life. All roads have led me to this man, to this moment, and I couldn’t be more excited about the future we have together.
AIDAN
I glance down at the note and growl. Fucking shit. Of course, this has to happen now, because why wouldn’t it? Fallon wants to meet, she’s desperate to talk to me. I’m sure that she’s blown through the money I’ve given her and wants to attempt to get back into my good graces. Honest to fuck, I’m finally happy, and I have zero desire to even look at my ex-wife again.
Picking up the phone, I call Mannix. “Everything all good?” he asks.
“Get down to the bar,” I bark, then slam the phone down.
I glare at the note, watching it as if it were going to get up and bite me. Fuck, it could, that bitch is vindictive enough. It feels like an hour goes by as I wait for my brother. I know that today Giovanna, Elowen, and Isla are going shopping for party gowns. They’re alone except for the driver who is taking them to the store and home.
This note makes me think that I should have put a guard on them. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end at the thought of my ex even coming in contact with Giovanna. Fallon isn’t just vindictive, she’s crazy, and I can’t imagine what she would do if she found out that another woman was bonding with her children. She made the mistake of fucking around on me, knowing the potential consequences, but none of that would matter the minute she thought I’d moved on.
“What the hell crawled up your ass?” Mannix asks as soon as he walks into my office.
I grab the letter and pick it up, deciding that I’m going to read it aloud.
Aidan,
I miss you more than words can say. I’ve made a mistake, one that I can never apologize enough for. I would like to reconcile, to put our past and our differences behind us, for the children. I believe that you owe me that much, a second chance to be the mother that they need me to be.
I’ll see you soon my love,
Fallon
Mannix grunts. “My love?” he chokes.
“She never called me that shit a day in our fifteen years of marriage,” I state.
“What does she want, and how much of it?”
I snort. “Exactly. However, if she finds out about Giovanna, shit could get ugly,” I grumble.
“Fuck, the wedding. Do you think she’ll show?”
I shake my head, running my hand over my face. A week ago, I would have said absolutely not, but today, I think the answer leans toward yes. She’ll be there, and she’s going to make a goddamn scene.
Fuck, this is the last thing I need. I’ve been so busy looking for my product, trying to figure out exactly what I’m going to do with this traitor security guard, and keeping tabs on Blackburn, that I haven’t kept a pulse on Fallon or her whereabouts.
“How’s Casey the traitor?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Death’s door. We killed all three of his bitches and couldn’t get him to fucking talk. Whatever he’s done with that product, I don’t think we’ll ever get it back,” he mutters.
“Be done with him. Kill him and dispose of his body. I don’t care anymore. We’ll just have to work a little harder to make up what we lost. The Russians don’t know and make sure he’s an example to the rest of our men. I don’t want anybody thinking that he’s gotten away with dick,” I instruct.
Mannix lifts his chin. “What are you going to do about Fallon?” he asks, his tone a bit more cautious.
“Fuck if I know. Nothing I guess. I’m not meeting with her. I’m not taking her back, and as far as I’m concerned, the cunt doesn’t exist.”
Mannix chuckles. “Good luck. If I know anything about Fallon, I know that she’ll make it damn sure obvious that she does exist, and she’ll do it as loudly as fucking possible.”
He isn’t wrong. However, I’m not about to put up with her shit for a minute more. I don’t have to anymore. I’m not her husband, and she’s not my wife. In fact, she’s lucky she’s alive. She shouldn’t be trying to manipulate me through the children. She should be over here trying to manipulate me through my cock. Since I’m the only reason she’s still breathing.
It wouldn’t matter, not for a fuckin’ second.
I have Vanna now, and Fallon doesn’t hold a fucking candle to my woman.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
GIOVANNA
I take the dresses up to the cash register but with an uneasy feeling prickling at the back of my neck. Elowen and Isla are standing at my side, and I’m glad that I can see them because something isn’t right. I look behind me, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. The sales girl talks to me, chatting about the beautiful selections we’ve made and all I want to do is choke her and tell her to hurry her slow ass up.
Once our dresses are wrapped in garment bags, I sign the credit card receipt and thank her through clenched teeth. We have to get shoes next, but all I want to do is get the fuck out of
here. We’re being watched. I don’t know who it is, or why, but I know the feeling of being watched and it’s happening right now.
Elowen glances up at me nervously, and I know that she’s feeding off of my freaked out panicked energy. Isla is completely oblivious, but I feel like that’s a good thing for her right now. I give Elowen a shaky smile as we walk into the shoe department.
It doesn’t take us long to become completely mesmerized by the pretty sparkly evening shoes, and I slowly begin to relax. “Do you think I could have high heels?” Elowen asks as her finger touches a pair of Christian Louboutins.
“I think a slight heel is appropriate, but not the five inches you’re currently falling in love with.” I smile.
I guide her over toward a pair of shoes with a small chunky heel and she sighs. “I want real shoes.”
Placing my hand on her wrist, I smile down at her. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but trust me when I tell you, don’t grow up too quickly. There will be plenty of chances to wear the fancy high heels. You could even wear them every single day of your adult life if you wanted to,” I wink.
“You don’t,” she points out. She’s right, I don’t, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t.
I don’t correct her, instead I give her a small smile. “I could if I wanted to, and that’s all that matters.”
She tilts her head to the side and I think that she’s going to say something else, perhaps even try to argue, but she doesn’t. I watch as she finds a pair of age appropriate shoes and asks the sales girl for her size.
Together, we help Isla find a pair of fancy kid’s shoes that match her dress, too, and thirty minutes later we’re walking out of the store and toward our waiting car.
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