The Absolution of Aidan(22)

“I hope you have more photos of him, because these are mine.” Letting go of my hand, he pulls his wallet out of his back pocket, sticking the photos inside. Instinctively, I want to snarl at him, tell him to give them back. I have plenty of photos of Diesel, that’s not the point. But those few photos are my favorites. I bite my tongue though, which is hard for me to do. He deserves to have them. He’s his son too.

“Are you all right?” Aidan shoves his wallet back in his pocket, a look of concern on his handsome face.

“I’m great. Why?” I frown, confused. Shoot, I don’t want him to think I’m upset about anything. This is a happy time, for all of us. I’m being selfish, so unlike the man standing in front of me. He doesn’t have a selfish bone in his god-blessed, candy-coated, rippling, muscled body. And there I go again, thinking about his body. I’m worse than those men who cannot seem to hold back their drool when they hit you up with those cheesy pick-up lines. Only I’m not lying or trying to pick him up. His body is like freshly made cotton candy. Hot, sweet, and sticky. Fuck. I need my bob-ette. Or my finger, my thumb. Right now, any extremity of my hand will do.

He scoffs. “You were very convincing a while ago when you barged in here and claimed to be my fiancée.” He lifts his brows. “But, my little sweet-tart girl, I’m very good at reading people, and I can tell that right now, you’re lying.” He looks down at me. Sweet-tart girl? Where did that come from?

“No. I’m not,” I lie.

“Woman, you are,” he groans.

“Fine,” I may as well tell him one other thing that’s bothering me, too. I place my hands on my hips. It’s the truth, but it’s not what’s running through my mind right now. He doesn’t need to know that, though.

“I don’t want the baby anywhere near your mother.” Oh shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. His face is turning red. He’s angry. Surely not about what I said. He can’t stand her.

“If that cunt comes back here again, I meant what I said. I won’t think twice about having her and her little pawn vanish.” He tilts his head to the side, studying me. He’s a hard one to read at the moment. Hot then cold.

“Don’t bring her up again, Deidre. That topic is off subject. They don’t exist to me. Which reminds me, how did you know who she was?” A loud laugh escapes me. Why, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s because our conversation is playing a game of ping-pong. Back and forth we go. By the time we get to my place, we will have weeded out the entire year I was gone.

“Now, come on, big fella. I just told you I spent the better part of the last year in a treatment facility. I had a lot of time on my hands. I also needed to know more about my baby daddy.” His eyes flutter, his manner changing from mild anger to pure amusement.

“You investigated me?” He cages me in with his stare. His observation flashes down to my lips. I swallow hard. The room goes quiet. Why he chooses this precise conversation to look at me like he wants to kiss me, I have no idea. All I know is my nipples are striving like hell to have him wrap his mouth around them. My pussy tightens. Oh, no. I will never give in to this man again. He may have given me our son, and we may bond through him, but he will never fuck me with his big, pierced, beautiful cock again. Nope, no freaking way. My pussy can tuck her herself right back up. My nipples can stay flat. Neither one of them are getting what they want. All my little bitch-ette of a pussy is getting is bob-ette, the vibrator. No man is touching her again.

“Kind of,” I squeak out.

“Did you find out anything interesting in your baby daddy research?” His tone is comical. He thinks this is funny. I do not.

I place my hands on my hips, angry now. “It’s not funny. Your mother is a bitch.”

“That she is. You’re still avoiding my question, Deidre.”

“Fine,” I lift my hands in frustration. I don’t want to argue with him. “I found out where you grew up. I know you haven’t seen your family in years. When I walked up to your door, I heard everything, and I came apart. I don’t know the woman and I don’t want to. But when I heard her ask you to kill some innocent woman, I lost my shit. What kind of mother would ask her son to do such a thing?”

He shocks me completely when he lifts his hand and cups the side of my face. His touch sends a zip threw my body. I become immobile. “Very few people would have done what you did today. You stood up for me. And,” he draws out that singular word, “you seeking out about the man I am proves to me how great of a mother you are. I promise you right here, right now, Deidre, I won’t let that conniving bitch or her son anywhere near our boy. They’re long forgotten. I have a son I want to meet. She’s always hated me. When I was younger, it would tear me up. Now, I don’t care anymore. She’s harmless. All she has are her words. It’s Ryan I’m more concerned about. But I’ll handle him and make sure this woman they’re talking about is protected as well. Now, can we please go?” With that he drops his hand and my damn body misses his touch already.