“I’ll clean up after myself and I’ll stay out of your way, but I need this and so does he.” I know she’s killing me with those eyes. Plotting away my murder. I can feel it. I say no more. Instead, I play with my boy. Talk to him. Tell him all the things we’re going to do together. Make him promises I vow not to break. After what seems like fucking forever, I finally look her way. She’s watching our interaction with intensity. I can tell right away I have her right where I want her. At this particular moment, it has nothing to do with me and her, and everything to do with me being with my son.
“You’re right. He’s yours as much as he is mine, but… I have a few stipulations.” Her jaw juts out and her eyes grow large. My cock twitches. The big boy loves her sass as much as I do.
“Name them.” I remove my hand from my son, who now has the corner of his blanket shoved into his mouth, and stand, placing my feet firmly in front of her, leaving her no choice but to look up at me.
Her breath catching does not go unnoticed due to my proximity. Nor does the fact that my cock is practically level with that fucking mouth of hers. I smirk. She puffs out a steaming breath of air.
“That kiss in the hallway will not happen again. You’re here to get to know him. And this is definitely not permanent.” I chuckle, which I can tell pisses her off by the way those once large eyes turn into small slits. Christ, every expression on her face is so damn beautiful.
I do the first thing that comes to my mind. I bend down, placing my hands on each side of her head, caging her in, placing my mouth an inch or so from hers.
“That is where you’re wrong, Deidre. That kiss wasn’t a mistake. You wanted it as much as I did. You’re the one who initiated that kiss. You want me to kiss you now, and I know for a damn fact that if I touched your sweet pussy, it would be drenched.” I reach down and grab her hand, placing it on my rock hard dick.
“What are you doing?” she hisses.
“Showing you what you do to me. You make me so fucking hard.” I then dive in for the kill. Taking hold of a handful of her hair, tilting her head back, I lick her neck, deliberately slowly and teasingly light. Once I reach her chin, I begin to kiss her, stopping shy of the corner of her mouth. Lord help me, those sweet to my ear noises escaping her mouth mixed with her sweet smell send a firestorm through my body.
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” I whisper in her ear. I know with certainty I have her. She never once took her hand off my cock until I stepped away from her. She can lie, disagree, and deny us all she wants. I will have her and I won’t stop until she is mine.
CHAPTER EIGHT
DEIDRE
“What in the hell?” I lay my head back against the couch. “Shit.” This sudden turn of events has my head floating around somewhere in orbit. Out of control.
My faithless body is deceiving me. Just hearing Aidan’s voice turns me the hell on. Now he’s moving in here? Christ, if I could lift my leg up and kick my own ass for agreeing to let him stay here, I would.
He knows his way around a woman’s body, that’s for damn sure. And his tongue…Good lord, it’s like a lizard’s. I remember all too well the way he flicked, licked, and then sucked up every bit of my orgasm, making me scream and beg for him to stop his relentless assault on my pussy.
I’m so screwed, in more ways than the pleasurable one. I know damn well I shouldn’t be thinking of sex with Aidan at all, yet here I sit with my arousal soaking through my panties.
We have a child together, a beautiful little boy, and that’s it. Well, I don’t mean it quite like that. Diesel is my entire world. He’s everything to me.
“Oh, my god,” I all but screech when I lift my head and see my boy has flipped himself over onto his back. Tears instantly form in my eyes. For one, this is the first time he’s done that. For two, Aidan missed this monumental moment.
My hands fly over my mouth. “Look at you, big man,” I say, flopping down on the floor next to him. He looks up to me with his sappy, cute little smile. And in this moment right here, I truly understand that Aidan is right. These precious moments in our son’s life should be shared by the two of us. He has every right to experience all of this as much as I do. I need to shove my sexual frustrations aside. Not let the fact the man has abs chiseled to perfection influence me, or the way his biceps pop out when he flexes just so, or even the way his ass looks in his jeans. Nope, not going to pay any homage to any of that at all. I’m going to let him get to know our child, and once he feels comfortable with taking him on his own, he can move out again.