Aidan: The Rescue (Indie Rebels Book 5)

by Miranda P. Charles

  Aidan exhaled loudly. “Are you trying to tempt me?”

  Felicity laughed. “No.”

  “Yes, you were. You want me.”

  She walked to him. In the sexiest tone she could muster, she said, “Yes, I want you. I want you so bad all I can think of is you taking off this dress and…”

  “And?” Aidan asked as he stood from the couch to stand inches from her, his gaze smoking hot.

  “And touching me, and licking me, and…fucking me.” As she said the words, Felicity knew they weren’t going out to eat.

  Without another word, Aidan swiftly lifted her in his arms and took long, hurried steps to the bedroom.

  She was right about her knit dress. It was now on the floor, Aidan having no problems whatsoever with undressing her. And, oh, he was so good at fulfilling her requests—in the order she’d asked for.

  Aidan stoked her fire as he used his fingers to make her moan out loud. When he put his head between her legs and used his mouth and tongue on her clit, she got her first orgasm of the night.

  She was more than happy to return the favour. But while Aidan had let her tug his rigid cock with her hands, he didn’t let her keep it in her mouth.

  “Enough of that,” he grunted, pulling away from her. “I want to fuck you now.”

  Felicity licked her lips, sitting up on the bed. She watched as Aidan took a condom from her bedside table and put it on. When he was done, she pushed him on his back and straddled him. “You can fuck me like this,” she whispered as she slid down on his hardness.

  “Babe,” Aidan gasped as her hips undulated repeatedly. “Give me your tit.”

  “What?” she breathed, confused.

  “Let me lick your tit while you fuck me.”

  “Oh.” She brought her torso closer to Aidan’s mouth. Sheer pleasure added to the ecstasy she was already experiencing as Aidan started flicking his tongue against her nipple while she continued to ride his erection.

  Soon, she was mindless, crying for Aidan to keep fucking her even though it was she who kept moving up and down, controlling the way his manhood slid in and out of her.

  “Come for me, babe,” Aidan grunted, his finger finding her sensitised nub. He rolled it with the pad of his thumb.

  “Aidan,” Felicity cried, her movements speeding up unbidden. Then, she exploded, waves of rapture swamping her whole being as she reached the crest.

  “Fuck,” Aidan groaned, holding her hips in place. He thrust upwards a couple more times before letting out a yell when he erupted inside of her, long and hard.

  Felicity collapsed onto Aidan’s chest, breathing hard. It was always amazing with this man. No wonder they couldn’t get enough. “I’m starving,” she murmured.

  Aidan kissed her forehead. “Me, too. But my sexual hunger has been well and truly satisfied. For now. Thank you.”

  She giggled, lifting her head to look at his face. “I want another round before we go to bed tonight.”

  Aidan grinned, looking very pleased. “Just one? How about two?”

  “Feed me first. With food.”

  “Okay, let’s go.”

  Felicity got up. “If Storm’s is full, maybe we can go to the seafood place across the road from it.”

  “Actually, I have a surprise for you. We’ll still be able to go to Storm’s. I was able to make a reservation.”

  She looked at him in surprise. “But they don’t do reservations.”

  “For me, they did. A friend of mine, Mike Huxley, co-owns the place.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “You never told me that.”

  “It’s been ages since we’ve spoken to each other. I didn’t know he bought into it until very recently.”

  “Wow. Is he single?”

  Aidan lifted a brow. “Why do you ask?”

  “I’ll tell you later.”

  Realising just how hungry she was, Felicity couldn’t wait for her barbecue pork ribs. Thank goodness for Aidan’s friend—they hadn’t needed to wait for a table. They’d been ushered in straight away even though there was already a line forming outside. Mike had not only given them the best seat in the house, he’d also said everything they ordered was on the house.

  Aidan had refused, stating that if Mike didn’t allow them to pay, they’d go elsewhere. In the end, the men had agreed that only their drinks would be free.

  “Tell me more about Mike,” Felicity said. “He seems really happy to see you.”

  “We first met at an industry function and exchanged contact details because he was looking for some help. His problem was more than IT, so I arranged for a team to help him out. We saved his company, so to speak. Since then, we’ve been doing each other favours when the need arises. I guess you could say we’re the kind of friends who don’t spend a lot of time with each other, but our interactions are always meaningful.”

  “Wow. No wonder he acted like he owed you a lot.”

  Aidan smiled.

  “So, do you know if he’s single?”

  “What’s with that question?” Aidan asked with a frown.

  “I’m asking for Sophie.”

  “Sophie? Why?”

  A waiter delivered two glasses of white wine to their table. Felicity clinked drinks with Aidan before continuing. “Sophie kind of intimated that she’s looking for a partner. I mean, she says it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t meet one, but I think she’d prefer to.”

  “Wait. Sophie was at the workshop today? That’s surprising, considering she’s working on a case that involves you.”

  “I know. I was surprised, too. But she said she was taken off the case because of the fact that she attends our workshops. Plus, she’s grown close to all of us there—including me.”

  “Right. So you got to talking about her dating life?”

  “Um…” Felicity paused. Should she tell Aidan what she really thought?

  She pushed away her concerns. Trust was an integral part of a successful relationship, and she did trust Aidan. There should be nothing for her to worry about.

  “Actually, we got to talking about you first,” she said.

  “Me?”

  “I think she’s got a crush on you.”

  Aidan’s eyes bugged out. “Really now?” he asked dryly. “And you don’t mind that she’s attracted to me?”

  “I’m not mad at her. I mean, it’s pretty understandable.”

  Aidan snickered.

  “But in all seriousness, I’d love for her to find a decent guy to date. Admittedly, part of my reason is so it won’t be awkward for us if you’re around. Sophie is now a regular member of New Again. The girls love her being there. So, she’s bound to see you every time you deliver furniture. Seeing what she was like today when we were talking about you, I’ll feel uncomfortable during my own workshops knowing that a friend of mine is harbouring negative feelings that stem from my own happiness. That’s sad for both her and me.” Felicity gave Aidan a somewhat detailed account of her earlier conversation with the women to support her conclusion that Sophie might have a crush on Aidan. She left off the fact that Sophie had thought he lived at Point Piper. That didn’t seem pertinent to this conversation.

  Aidan frowned. He took a sip of his drink, then stared out the window.

  Okay, she wasn’t expecting this reaction. She’d have thought Aidan would laugh it off and joke about it with her, not think deeply.

  Felicity narrowed her eyes. Damn it. Had she done the right thing telling her boyfriend that another gorgeous woman—a confident, interesting, gorgeous woman—had a massive crush on him? What on earth had she been thinking?

  She sipped her wine. Hopefully, this was just her insecurity raising its ugly head, and not her intuition telling her something had gone awry.

  “So,” Aidan said, turning his attention back to her, “what exactly did Sophie say about getting my background checked?”

  “Oh, that. She said she was only joking.”

  “I hope she doesn’t think I’m like your bastard ex.”


  “No. I told them you’re definitely not like Nolan.”

  Aidan smiled. “Thanks, babe.”

  “So, do you know of any nice guy we can introduce to her?”

  Aidan shook his head. “Unfortunately not.”

  “Shame.”

  “What else did you talk about?”

  “That’s it, apart from workshop stuff, of course.”

  “Okay. Glad they’re not thinking badly of me.”

  “Um…do you think Sophie’s pretty?”

  Aidan raised his brows. “Are you asking if I have a crush on her, too?”

  She shrugged, scared of what his answer might be yet eager to know it.

  “Fel, I love you.”

  A relieved sigh gushed out of Felicity. “Good. ‘Cause I love you, too.”

  “You better.”

  She grinned. Thank goodness for that. With her jealousy evaporating, she tucked into her food.

  She couldn’t stop thinking about Sophie, though…

  Felicity feared she’d have to now watch what she discussed with the girls regarding Aidan when Sophie was around. Gosh, she’d hate that. One of the things she loved about spending time with her friends in the New Again circle was their openness to discuss anything and everything happening in their lives. With Sophie being the main police officer who’d helped them through their ordeal, they all felt that kinship with her, too. It bothered Felicity that she wouldn’t feel as free to talk about Aidan to them. Yet, she was keen to avoid hurting Sophie in any way.

  What should she do?

  Well, there was also that possibility that she’d misread Sophie. Maybe she should be courageous enough to raise the topic with her and clarify things?

  Chapter 15

  Aidan sat on his bed, staring at the IR app on his phone. Apart from using it as a secure way to contact the Indie Rebels, the other functionalities of the app no longer worked for him. He was still getting used to that fact.

  He also no longer had access to all the things he used to use as an active IR, except for this Kingsgrove property. In less than five weeks, he would move out of here, too. His break from the Indie Rebels would be complete.

  He stood and paced his bedroom. What he wanted right now was to be back at Control to hack CCTV cameras to monitor Lydia’s activities. He didn’t trust the woman. He wouldn’t be surprised if Lydia was pushing with everything she had for the police to investigate not only Felicity but also him, by virtue of his relationship with Fel. Why else would Sophie make a comment about doing a background check on him to a group like the New Again circle? Contrary to what Felicity believed, Sophie was probably very suspicious.

  That had to be it. Otherwise, why would Sophie even remotely think about checking him out after all this time? If she’d only been acting as a concerned friend, ensuring that Felicity’s boyfriend wasn’t anything like Nolan, Sophie would have done a check months ago.

  In any case, there was a cause for concern. Sophie wanting to investigate him could mean the police were treating Nolan’s accusations against Fel quite seriously.

  Aidan glanced at the IR app on his phone. There wouldn’t be any problem asking the IRs for help on this particular case, but the chiefs probably wouldn’t agree to make this a priority based on the fact that the authorities seemed to be handling it well and fairly. Admittedly, even Aidan couldn’t say if his instincts or paranoia were whispering in his head that something wasn’t right. He needed something more concrete prior to asking for the IRs’ assistance.

  So, his best option right now was to continue playing detective the good old-fashioned way—shadowing Lydia to see if her actions pointed to something darker. Luckily, he had plenty of time for that since he no longer had to work on any IR cases. In fact, now was a good time to see what Nolan’s sister might be up to.

  Aidan walked to the garage and got in his new car. The IRs had also taken back his previous vehicle, so he’d bought a new silver Lexus sedan. For all his adult life, he’d driven an Indie Rebel-issued black car. It was a novelty to own one in a different colour.

  He arrived at Lydia’s work address, previously given to him by the IRs. He casually walked outside the salon to catch a glimpse of its inside. Two women and a man worked on customers while another person sat in the waiting area. But there was no sign of Lydia.

  Drat. Lydia was probably not here today. According to previous checks, Lydia also did some work at clients' premises for weddings and such.

  He kept walking and browsed at some of the other shops before heading back to the salon. Nope. Still no sign of Lydia.

  Aidan sighed. He really wanted to know what Lydia was doing right now. This was why he needed help from Control.

  He could always ask, he supposed. The chiefs and the rest of his teammates trusted his instincts.

  He scoffed. He didn’t want to take advantage of that trust when he himself wasn’t sure if there was anything that needed the IRs’ input. That would be abusing his privilege. There were far more dangerous criminals that the Indie Rebels needed to find and catch.

  Well, he was wasting his time here. It might be better if he went home and came up with another plan.

  He went back to his car and drove off, turning on the radio to relax his mind. He wasn’t far from Kingsgrove when he spotted a dark blue Mazda a couple of cars ahead. Wouldn’t it be funny if that was Sophie’s vehicle?

  Aidan changed lanes to get closer to the Mazda so he could get a better look at either its driver or its number plates. His eyes widened. It was Sophie! Where was she going?

  He put some distance between their cars, careful to ensure Sophie wouldn’t notice being followed.

  Soon, Aidan was driving along his street, his heart hammering. Sophie was up ahead, slowing down right in front of his temporary home.

  He was eager to see what Sophie was going to do next, but he had to hide his car now. The street was empty except for their two vehicles. He’d stick out like a sore thumb if he didn’t drive past her, but Sophie could easily get a glimpse of him if he did.

  He decided to turn into someone else’s driveway, pretending he lived there. Damn, he hoped no one was home. The last thing he wanted was to create a scene that would attract Sophie’s attention even more.

  Unfortunately, he couldn’t see Sophie from where he was. He didn’t dare get out of the car, either. He’d be more exposed then.

  He exhaled harshly. The only thing he could do was let Sophie drive away without him following, unless he was able to catch up to her somehow.

  Aidan waited another few minutes before backing out of the driveway. Sophie’s vehicle was nowhere to be seen. She was gone.

  Disappointed, he drove into his lock-up garage. He then went straight for the computer linked to the security cameras to watch the recording.

  Sophie had stopped in front of his place but hadn’t gotten out of the car. Then, she’d driven off a few seconds later.

  Aidan enlarged the image to see if he could tell what Sophie had been doing inside her vehicle while parked. Hm. Sophie had clearly checked out the house, looking at the front door and the windows. But what had she been hoping to find? This was so strange.

  And how did Sophie know where he lived?

  He sighed. That was easy to answer. The woman had probably inveigled the information from Felicity.

  But what did Sophie want from him?

  The obvious answer was that it had something to do with Nolan’s allegations against Felicity. The missing money had to be quite large for the authorities to do this kind of covert investigation on him.

  In any case, the fact that a police detective had been checking out an Indie Rebel safe house—even if she didn’t know it was that—warranted a call to the chiefs.

  Aidan rang Claude and explained the situation.

  “It’s concerning that someone from the police was scoping out one of our safe houses, no matter her reason,” Claude said.

  “I agree. Claude, I know I just recently decided to be
come inactive. But I’d like to work on this as an IR so I can have access to our technology. Is that okay?”

  “You know it is. Like I said before, you’re more than welcome to become active again whenever you want. But wouldn’t it go against your primary reason for become inactive in the first place? The whole point was for you to live like a regular individual so you won’t have to lie to Felicity when you cancel dates or do other IR stuff, right?"

  “Yes.”

  “Why don’t you let other IRs do the field work on this? Then, all you’ll need to do is gather intel during your usual conversations with Felicity—or even Sophie, if the opportunity presents itself.”

  Aidan could see the merit in that suggestion, but he wanted to get more involved. “I’d like to do some work on this during the day, since Fel doesn’t expect me to see her while she’s at work.”

  “Okay. Fair enough. Why don’t you put a plan together, then let us know.”

  “Yes, I’ll do that. Can I head over to Control right now? I’ll work from there today.”

  “Okay. I’ll get your security passes reactivated.”

  “Great. Thanks so much, Claude. Appreciate this.”

  “Don’t mention it. You’re a senior IR—one of our best and most trusted. You have every right to all of this. You just tell us what you think will work for you.”

  “Thank you,” Aidan said, emotions rising up his throat. He said goodbye to Claude and closed his eyes as he leaned back. He missed being an active Indie Rebel, but he’d already thought it through and knew that being a part-timer wouldn’t work. No matter what cases he worked on, some of the activities would need to be done at night. The last thing he wanted was to get preferential treatment in picking his hours and force other IRs to follow through on his jobs just because he’d clocked off for the day. Something could fall through the gaps with such an arrangement. Plus, that wasn’t being a team player, and it was selfish.

  He smiled wryly. He was going back to being active for this one case only. That would be the best for his relationship with Felicity and for his IR teammates.