Aidan (Devil's Stepbrothers MC)(18)

"Sweet," he murmured with a smile.



"How do you do this to me so quickly?" she murmured to herself, but she knew he'd heard her.



"Our bodies are fascinated with each other, and it's like a chemical  reaction when we get close together. Your body loves to mingle with mine  because it knows it's going to get off and it's going to get off hard,  and my body is receiving the same reaction." He didn't look smug now,  but he seemed just as impressed at how their bodies worked together.



It was a silly explanation, but it could be true because sometimes it  felt like there was some sort of electrical charge when he walked in the  room. She could almost pinpoint the second he was in the vicinity like  when he fucked her he'd left a homing device that alerted her to his  presence. She'd never tell him or anyone else that because it sounded  crazy, but it was true. She nodded to let him know that she'd heard the  words that escaped his mouth and waited for more good things to occur.



"You don't have anything to say about that?" He continued to rub his  cock against her wetness, but he remained on the outside of where she  thought they both wanted him to be.



"I can't disagree. There is something semi-magical about our encounters,  but I don't want to speak of it. There is so much that can go wrong,  and I don't want to jinx it." She wound her hands into his hair and  played with the soft length. Even mentioning the jinx made her think  everything was going to fuck up. How could it not? This line of thinking  wasn't going to get her anywhere so she may as well focus on therm.



"There is no such thing as jinxing it." He told her, and she could tell  from vibe she was getting from him that he really believed all that he  was saying.         

     



 



"You don't believe in fate or divine providence?" She really wanted him  to fill her and make her forget any and everything, but they'd never  talked about his belief system, and she found she really wanted to know.



"I guess to a certain extent, but really I believe we make our own  destiny. It's what I have to believe. To think that all that I've been  through was written in the stars is sad as fuck. My life hasn't been  pretty, and I can't believe it was meant to be like that. It makes more  sense that there were people and circumstances that fucked things up and  I was the product of that." Talking like this wasn't making him stop  his ever sexy pumping, so she didn't mind going on with the sad  conversation.



She could barely respond to such a sad stance on how his life was going  and what he thought the reason and rationale was. Her mouth was open as  she tried to find the words to comfort him and soothe herself, but his  self-depreciating smile said it all. He believed the nonsense he was  spouting, and the nurturer in her wanted to fix that.



"This conversation got pretty deep, huh?" he said before he lowered his mouth to hers.



Since she hadn't known what to say to him about his last statement to  ease him and the moment, she poured what she truly felt into the kiss.  Would he feel what she was trying to convey through her touch? She  didn't know but she had to try.



He slipped into her easily, and she gripped him with her inner muscles  trying to grip him tighter and increase both of their pleasures. She got  what she wanted when he moved his upper body away from her to watch  what she was doing. Could she admit that she adored when he did this? It  was like watching her made him hungrier and more turned on. Who didn't  want to believe that they were the most beautiful woman in the midst of  sex? He made her feel that she was.



"This isn't going to take long, Princess," he grunted as he moved faster  and faster within her sex. She reached around to grab his ass with one  hand and brought his mouth back to hers with the other. That name had  been given to her by almost everyone she knew growing up, and she'd  hated it, but with one deeply sexy utterance, she was in love with the  title.



His kiss was brutal as he sucked her tongue into his mouth and pounded  her pussy at the same rate. It was her who let the kiss go as she needed  more oxygen to feed the growing arousal that was over coming her body.



"Aidan?" she cried as her body tightened up so hard it was almost painful.



"I've got you, Princess. Just let go." The thrust got harder and deeper  making her hold on tight as she tried to keep herself on the ride at all  times.



There is was again. Princess. The name wasn't even close to sexual, and  if he would have called her that when she wasn't in the preliminary  stages of an orgasm, she probably would have told him not to call her  that. But, here, where she could barely think of how to form words let  alone sentences, that one word was making her just that more excited.



"Don't make me tell you again," he growled into her ear and it was almost too much.



The dam broke, and her body contracted so hard she hoped she wasn't  strangling his cock, but the responding shout she heard from Aidan let  her know that he was enjoying her orgasm as much as she was. Their  bodies worked together as they seemed to get maximum pleasure from their  mutual combustion. She couldn't remember when she was with someone  where the sex got better and better. It had to plateau …  it just had to,  but up until now, it just hadn't.



When her breathing started to get back to normal and she didn't sound  like she was being chased by zombies, she wondered how it would feel if  she could have felt his warm seed squirting her from the inside but that  was something that would have to wait for another time, if ever. They  were in a hell of a pickle, and a baby wouldn't make their situation any  better. Where in the hell was her mind going? Kids with a killer? Not  that she was thinking about having a baby, her thoughts were more in the  line of feeling him without the thin film of latex between them. That  was almost as scary as trying for a baby. It wasn't like most of her  family and some of her friends weren't in the same occupation as her  current bed mate, but she'd done everything she could to stay away from  this life. She'd distanced herself from her criminal father as much as  she could and tried to lead a normal and healthy life, but without her  knowledge, this thief of hearts stole hers away before she'd known who  he really was. He thought there was no such thing as fate, but she knew  differently. It was real, it was powerful, and it was non-negotiable.  Whatever he thought was going on he'd have to deal with, but the one  thing she did know was she must have done something really messed up  because fate was kicking her ass.         

     



 





CHAPTER TEN




There was a lot to be said for this relationship with Lorna but damned  if he would say it. As a foster kid that had been left by his parents  early on, he learned that nothing good stayed around long, and this  woman that he'd inadvertently met while trying to compete a mission was  no different. Aidan sat on the balcony as he waited for a call and tried  to reel his thoughts away from Lorna and onto business that would keep  her happy and her cousin not dead. Here he was on the run from his place  of employment and the job he was set to complete. He'd come up with a  plan to keep Lucca from getting killed, but in the end, he hoped he was  able to draw breath on his own and not from a tube. Actually that would  mean that he was alive and that is one thing he was hoping for, but not  if he couldn't at least see Lorna. She was the number one thing he was  trying to keep safe. He was so lost in his thoughts when his phone rang,  he almost dropped it. He pushed the button to answer it but didn't say a  word. It took a few seconds for the person to realize that there was  going to be no voice with a cheerful greeting during this call.



"Aidan?" Lucca's voice filled the line, and he knew that it was safe to  talk. He'd gotten in touch with the man after they'd gotten to the cabin  because he was going to need some assistance if this plan of his was  going to work. It seemed that his mark would be an unlikely bed fellow  for him, but he knew the man had a dog in this race and would appreciate  being kept up to date.



"Yeah, it's me. Did you talk to anyone with the Undertakers?" Those were  the guys that would have to be alright with the plan since they set up  the hit. It was practically suicide to give up the information Aidan had  left with Lucca, and if there was a war started, it could probably be a  black mark on the face of The Devil's Stepbrothers, but what else could  Aidan do? If he killed Lucca, there would be hell to pay from the  Giovanni's in general and Lorna in particular, but if he didn't complete  the mission, he would lose social standing with his mercenary  motorcycle club and possibly his life. The life of a criminal wasn't an  easy one, and when the people in charge didn't need a judge or jury to  decide your fate, it made you think about all the actions you were  making. Didn't mean he'd make the right choice, as Aidan was notorious  for making bad choices, but he would be aware that there were choices  that had to be made.