Vivian, Midnight Call Girl (Iron Orchids Book 6)

by Danielle Norman

  I gasped. “What? She just left?”

  “Yep, vanished. I had this whole life imagined. I was going to negotiate housing so my family, meaning Maisy and our daughter, could come with me. I would work and play. She could go to school and watch our daughter, when she had class, we could take advantage of the childcare center on campus. I had imagined this perfect world that I hadn’t had. But she left and it left me as a sixteen-year-old single dad.”

  “Oh my god, what did you do? Where is the baby now?”

  Aaron gave a wry smile. “I was already being scouted by colleges—”

  “But you were sixteen, that’s what, tenth grade? You still had two more years.”

  “I was in eleventh, but my point is that I knew it wasn’t the best situation or time for me to take care of a baby, she—”

  “It was a girl?” Aaron smiled brightly at me and nodded.

  “Yep, a girl. I decided at that time adoption was the best option.” I raised one brow, curious about where he was headed. “On the night of the game, Carmen told me that Ireland, that’s her name, by the way, and her parents were in a car accident. Her parents were killed on impact.”

  “She was okay, right?”

  “Yeah, a broken wrist and some bumps and bruises, but she’ll be okay. The shocker was that when I walked into her room, she knew me; she knew who I was to her, her parents had been open with her and she and her dad would watch me play. I had no clue.”

  “Awww, poor baby.”

  “Yeah, it is sad, everything she has gone through.”

  “If she was adopted, how did someone know to contact you?”

  “Ryan Lacy, her adoptive dad, listed me as a contact for Ireland should something ever happen to them. They also stipulated that I regain custody of Ireland if something were to happen to them.”

  “Mom?” I jumped at the sound of a little girl’s voice. Tiny feet were smacking against the tile floor, and I turned just as a dark-haired little girl came to a halt in front of me. “You’re not my mom,” she cried and then huge wracking sobs broke free and a torrential downfall of tears fell from her eyes.

  I reached out for her hand. “No, I’m not your mom, sweetie. But come here, let me hold you.” I opened my arms and was shocked as the little girl, who I assumed was Ireland, climbed into my lap.

  She was tall and lanky, so much like Aaron that it almost took my breath away.

  “Vivian, this is Ireland, my biological daughter,” Aaron announced.

  I processed his words as I finger-combed her hair and held her close. Oh, what she had been through broke my heart. When I lost my husband, it was earth shattering, but to be a child and lose both parents, it was unconceivable to me.

  “Hello, Ireland, I’m Vivian. You’re so beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” Ireland whispered but didn’t release her hold on me.

  “Aaron was just telling me all about you.” She tilted her head and stared over to him. Slowly, her tears stopped, but she was still trembling with sadness.

  “My mom had black hair just like yours.”

  “Oh.” What else could I say that wouldn’t send her back into gut-wrenching sobs?

  I sat there for what felt like hours, seeing what could only be described as love radiating from Aaron as he looked over at Ireland.

  “Shhh, she’s asleep.”

  He moved closer. “Let me take her.”

  “No, she’s fine.”

  He nodded slowly and dragged one hand down his face. “As you can see, I gained custody of Ireland. She’s going to live with me, and we’ll be a family.”

  “I admire you,” I admitted. “I think you are going to be a wonderful dad. She is awful lucky.”

  “Thanks. But what about you? There’s no denying that there is something between us, but I want to know that you’re okay with me being a single dad.”

  “That doesn’t bother me at all. I would have been sad if you had told me that story and then didn’t have this precious girl. I meant what I said, I admire you.” I gazed at Ireland sleeping. “She looks so much like you. I think that she’s going to be a basketball player as well.”

  He grinned, but then we both sat in silence. I hummed to Ireland, my maternal instincts coming out strong. I had always wanted kids—hell, Eric and I had planned on having kids. If my life hadn’t gone completely sideways, then I would have had kids years ago.

  I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep, or how long I’d been asleep, but I processed Ireland being slid out of my arms. I instantly missed her body heat, but at the same moment, it gave me freedom to relax and I was diving back into the pool of dreams.

  “Put your arms around my neck,” Aaron whispered. It was a strange dream, but I did as he asked. Then I was floating like a feather, and that was when it dawned on me that I wasn’t dreaming, this was really happening.

  I opened my eyes and lifted my head from his shoulder, but he dropped a soft kiss to my lips to stop the words I was going to say.

  “You can stay the night here.”

  “No, I really should—”

  “You really should,” he whispered, as he lowered me onto the world’s softest bed. It was like a pillow of clouds.

  I was already falling back into peaceful sleep by the time he slipped off my shoes and then moved to unbuckle my jeans. Before I knew it, I was in just my T-shirt and panties. He pulled back the covers and tucked me in.

  “I’ll be in the room next to Ireland, okay?”

  “Kiss me,” I begged.

  He lowered his mouth to mine; the lips that I had missed for a week were on me . . .

  Vivian

  That felt nice.

  I slid my face against the silkiest sheets that smelled like soap and leather as it slowly started to come together. Aaron was kissing me around my neck and along the curve of my shoulders. This wasn’t a dream.

  "Wait, don't go." Strong masculine fingers wove through mine.

  Pulling myself out of my sleep haze, I woke just as he, flipped me to face him, and then leaned in, and lifted me to him halfway. This time I was ready for his kiss, his slightly soft lips that swept back and forth along mine, before I opened and he slid his tongue in.

  I was hit with the memory of the first time Eric had kissed me. It had been so passionate we knew it was going to take us to that next level. Kissing Aaron wasn’t something that made me feel guilty. After all these years, I thought I would have these gilded chains wrapped around me, but I didn't; I actually felt free. Something about this man, this moment, seemed right.

  Aaron leaned up. "Are you—"

  "Shhh, don't stop," I begged, digging my fingers into his thick, wavy hair and pulling his face back down to mine. I didn't want our kiss to end. I wasn't ready for this moment to end.

  My body jostled as he brought one knee up and rested it on the bed. He deepened our kiss, forcing me back. When he stopped, I was startled, my eyes searching his to see if he'd changed his mind or if I had done something wrong. But all I saw was passion and . . . love.

  He clasped our hands together and kissed my fingers. "Are you sure, Little One? If this is too soon . . ."

  I shook my head. "I want this, Aaron. I want you. I want this, please . . ." I paused for a second, I was going to say make love, but that was presumptuous, since I wasn't sure he felt love for me. But saying fuck me, seemed a little brash. "I need to feel you inside me." There, that was a nice middle ground.

  "Gladly." Aaron moved my hands up and released his hold, resting them around his neck. Then he swiftly slid his entire frame next to mine. "You are so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?"

  Lucky? Him? He had no clue who the lucky one truly was, he had everything—a sexy body, looks, money, beautiful women throwing themselves at him. He was a star shining bright for everyone, and I was a teeny tiny dust mote, floating through the air unnoticed.

  My mind was all over the place, but Aaron was focused, his pressure against my lips increased, and he let out a groan that rumbled straight to m
y center. His voice rolled down my spine, and I squirmed and tightened my legs in anticipation for him.

  Leaning up a few inches, Aaron grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled it up and over his head before tossing it to the floor. Then his huge hands were tugging my shirt up, but he paused when my bra-covered breasts were exposed.

  I was heaving, my body trying to convey what I wasn't saying, and that was that I wanted him—not in a few minutes or even seconds—but right that moment. Thank god, he got the clue, he reached behind me, and faster than any woman could, he unfastened my bra before lowering his mouth to my nipple and sucking.

  He kneaded one breast while he sucked on the other only to change positions and continue his assault. When he lifted his hands, it was to remove my shirt and toss it to the slowly growing pile of clothes. I couldn't take my eyes off of his, their swirling shades of brown that only seemed to darken.

  Aaron threw his jeans off and then shifted to rest on one elbow. With a groan that sounded more like him trying to control himself than actually enjoying this. He brushed his knuckles along my hip before grabbing on to the side of my panties and peppering kisses down the valley of my breasts and down my torso. His motions were smooth, and as the panties went down, so did his kisses.

  “I’ve never thought of a belly button as sexy before,” he murmured with a chuckle. “But yours is. There isn’t one inch of your body that doesn’t turn me on.”

  Oh, he had no idea . . .

  “Aaron, I want you now. Please, don’t torture me any longer,” I begged.

  Grinning, Aaron flung my panties off the side of the bed and then he was wiggling out of his boxer briefs. He positioned himself over me, and my breathing became rapid and choppy. I grasped hold of his biceps, but he wiggled free and moved his hands to my thighs, gently pushing them open, “So fucking beautiful.” Lowering himself to the bed, he moved his shoulders between my legs, and in one long lick, he had me nearly flipping off the bed.

  “Holy shit!” I practically yelled.

  Aaron only chuckled, his sound muffled because his head was buried in my pussy, raising one hand, he pressed it to my chest, guiding me back down.

  His licks and sucks became more fervent as I lost myself in what he was doing to my body.

  The need for release pooled in my stomach, my hips thrust, wanting him to take me over that edge. Aaron pushed me higher and higher. My moans were ripped from me as I was moved closer to orgasm and then I was all but convulsing as he took me over that precipice, and all of my insecurities seemed to melt away.

  Before I knew it, he reached for the nightstand to grab a foil wrapper. I followed his movements and for the first time got a good glimpse at his cock. Gasping, I sat up. “Holy fuck, Aaron. How do you tote that thing around?”

  He laughed as he rolled the condom down his long, wide, throbbing dick. “Since I met you, it’s definitely been a lot harder to walk around with.” He grinned, obviously amused. But something about that made him look boy-next-door handsome and all man at the same time.

  There were no more words or joking, Aaron lowered his lips to mine and something about his kiss. This kiss was different than the others, this one screamed of possessiveness.

  “You’re mine now, Little One, all mine. No more excuses, it is us. You’re mine.”

  Aaron finally released my lips and slid up, his fists pressing deep into the mattress on either side of my head as he positioned himself.

  He rubbed his cock up and down against me. “So fucking wet,” he murmured.

  Shivers rippled down me as my fingers dug into his skin. I couldn’t believe we were going to do this. I was tense, and I knew it, but I didn’t have a clue how to relax, silly fears rummaged in my head.

  “Hey,” Aaron said softly. “Don’t overthink it, Little One. I’ll go slowly. Trust me to take care of you.”

  It was almost a little scary, the way he could read me. Still, it eased my tension, and slowly, I slid my legs wider.

  I felt the tip of him poised at my opening and then he slowly glided in. “Maybe I was wrong.” Aaron panted, the effort to hold back clear in his strained voice and expression. “Maybe a cherry can grow back.”

  I burst out laughing and then he pushed the rest of the way in. Aaron sighed, clearly relieved that I had relaxed, and he was seated to the hilt.

  “All right?” he asked.

  I nodded. “I’m good. I need you to move though.”

  Aaron slid out and then back in, increasing his pace. The sensations bombarded me, and once again, I found myself spiraling up with each thrust.

  Small moans escaped Aaron’s lips as he fucked me, his pace a driving force that demanded I give in to what he wanted. Each movement was harder and faster than the one before, and before I knew it, I was there; he had pushed me to the edge and then we were both falling.

  Vivian

  “Rise and shine, Ireland and I made breakfast,” Aaron called from the bedroom door.

  “What time is it?” I groaned as I tossed a pillow over my face.

  “Almost nine.”

  I waited until the door clicked and then sat up. I was at Aaron’s, I brought no clean clothes, and Ireland knew that I’d spent the night. Um, this was not okay. Glancing around the beige room, I had to laugh, I was officially in the black hole of boring. God, I could imagine some hunter green and gold accents in here.

  I froze.

  What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t my house, and I had no business mentally redecorating it.

  Tossing on what I had worn yesterday, I headed into his bathroom and smiled when I found a wrapped toothbrush, toothpaste, and dental floss on the counter for me. The man really was thoughtful.

  Fewer than ten minutes later, I joined Ireland and Aaron just as Aaron tossed a chocolate chip for Ireland to catch in her mouth.

  “Hey, I want one!” I grinned.

  Aaron smirked and then had a silent conversation with Ireland using only their eyes. She moved closer to Aaron, they both took aim and then launched chocolate chips at me.

  Oh hell no, I was a pro, and there was no wasting chocolate if I was around. I opened my mouth, bent, jerked to the left, and caught the first chip. Then, without wasting a beat, I jumped and caught the second.

  “Boom, she scores,” I held up my hands and jogged around the kitchen island. That was until several morsels hit the back of my head. “Hey, no wasting chocolate, how many times do I have to tell you?” I couldn’t be mad because Aaron and Ireland were laughing. “So, where is this breakfast I heard so much about?”

  “Here.” Ireland opened the oven door. “We’ve had the food on warm, you ready to eat?” Aaron reached around Ireland and brought out two pans. “We have pancakes and bacon.”

  “I’m starved. Who did the cooking?” I asked as I moved to grab plates.

  “I did,” Ireland said happily. Aaron let out a small cough. “Okay, Dad—” She froze. “I mean, Aaron helped a little.” Her tone had changed, and it wasn’t as jovial as it had been.

  But Aaron was a nurturer. It was strange seeing him as this father figure when I had been comparing him to a college frat boy and me to the older, wiser woman. I was so narrow-minded to think he was anything short of spectacular.

  Shoving one hand through my hair, I tried to clear my thoughts and jumped in to help.

  “Yummm,” I said as I took my first bite. “You’re a good cook, Ireland, you’ll need to show Aaron how.” Ireland laughed. “What kind of things do you like?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Is cooking something you want to do when you grow up?” I asked, trying to get the little girl to open up to me.

  “Maybe.”

  “I own a small restaurant.” Okay, a bar with grille food, but I wasn’t going to say ‘bar’ to her.

  “You like cooking too?” Ireland asked as we all moved to the barstools around the island.

  “I do, but I don’t cook there. I have to do all the bookwork and handle the money.”


  “Can I come see it sometime?” she asked around a mouthful of pancakes.

  I glanced up at Aaron for confirmation, “Absolutely.”

  “Ireland and I were talking about doing some shopping today; you want to come with us?” There was hope in Aaron’s eyes as he asked.

  “Please, Aaron is a boy, and boys don’t shop great.” Ireland didn’t meet my eyes when she asked it. I wasn’t sure if she was asking out of kindness or if she genuinely wanted me to go.

  “I’d love to if you really want me to tag along,” I agreed. “What all do you need?”

  “Everything.” Ireland looked up for the first time, and our eyes locked.

  “Oh. Okay.” Everything? She didn’t bring anything from home?

  Ireland glanced over to Aaron, and he patted her hand.

  “So, you need everything, does that mean clothes?”

  “Yes, I brought a backpack full. Aaron’s having the rest of my stuff brought here, but it will be a week. Besides, he said I could have all new stuff, so I want new stuff.”

  I giggled. “Don’t blame you there. It’s much more fun when you are spending someone else’s money. Do you need anything besides clothes?”

  “We were deciding about her bedroom, she needs furniture and stuff for in there,” Aaron answered.

  “Please tell me that the walls aren’t beige, and if they are, can we paint them?” I practically begged.

  “They’re beige and yucky,” Ireland agreed.

  “You can paint. You can do anything you want in there,” Aaron informed us.

  I was getting excited about the project because I loved decorating and painting. “I can paint and draw. I have a friend who has three daughters and I painted big murals on their walls.”

  “What’s a mural?” Ireland was totally interested.

  “It’s a big picture that you paint on a wall,” I tried to explain.

  “What did you paint?” Ireland had finished eating.