The little temptress does it on purpose. I swear she does.
“What the hell have you done to his hair?” She looks at him like he’s grown horns. He hasn’t really grown them, but he sure looks like it.
“We’re rocking out here, babe. Had to make him play the part.” Her eyes flare, and I wait for it. Bring it, baby. Just like you did on the kitchen floor last week. Once I finished telling her all about my encounter with Anna and her mother, how they found out who I was and wanted to help them, we lay there discussing her day. How she was angry about me sending Dilan to her. And then she went into a raging tangent about the Detroit Tigers shirt I left on him. I knew that would spark a fire under her ass. I threw her shit with Diesel getting beat up back in her face some more.
You see, Deidre may get pissed and throw her little temper tantrums, and that night I let her, for all of about five seconds. Then I reached up and grabbed her bowl of brownie mix, which was going to be tossed away anyway. Couldn’t let it go to waste. She shut her mouth the minute I swiped that chocolate across her pussy and ate her, along with her damn good mixture. When I had her begging for me to fuck her, I lifted her off the floor, bent her over the kitchen table, and fucked her until she was ready to scream. I had to stifle her screams by placing my hand over her mouth, for fear she would wake the baby. Fuck, she’s sexy. How I would love to sink inside her right the fuck now.
I’ll have her later when I return from my meeting with Cain and Roan. She’ll still be pissed when I return. But she’s going to love what I have planned for her tonight. At least I pray she does. I want inside her virginal ass, the ass she seduces me with every fucking day. The way she bends over with those tight jeans on that cover up her plump cheeks. The way they peak out of the bottom of her short shorts. Fuck, I’m stone hard. I lift up and adjust my uncomfortable cock that’s straining against my jeans. It’s fucking painful.
She begins to pace the floor in front of us. Her beady, little eyes stay locked on our boy as she does. He’s watching her every move. I dig this kid. Every time he hears her voice, he perks up like the queen just entered the room, and she has, really. The queen of this realm. The queen who is slowly capturing my heart.
“He does kind of look cute.” My jaw hits the damn floor. I pick it right back up. “Come again?” I say.
“Oh, for god’s sake. You heard me. I know what kind of game you’re playing here, Aidan. You want to ruffle my feathers. Get me mad. Just so you can—” she stops mid-sentence. I challenge her to continue when I quirk up the corner of my mouth. Lift my brows.
“So I can what?” My voice is low and gruff.
“Have your way with me,” she squeaks out. I see the wind storm brewing in her hazel orbs. They’re whipping back and forth between me and my little chick magnet, like the tops of the trees thrashing about, anticipating a downpour ready to approach. There’s only one chick for me, though, and she knows it. There hasn’t been one day that’s gone by when I haven’t told her, tried in some way to show her exactly what she means to me. Like I’ve said, I’m no romantic, but Christ, when you sense you’ve found the one person you want to be with, you’ll do anything to make them happy. To feel cherished and loved. Christ. Maybe I better run to the fucking bathroom and see if my cock has shriveled up inside of me. I sound like a woman. Internally, I shrug. Who gives a fuck? I feel what I goddamn feel.
“You don’t seem to mind when I have my way with you. In fact, you love it.”
“I do. And the more I look at him, the more I adore his hair all spiked up. And his outfit, too. It screams badass.” Yeah, I got her right where I want her. I smirk.
“Don’t think for one second your fine ass is changing the subject.” My enquiring eyes take in her tight, pale green tank top. Her breasts are splendidly perfect. Her nipples harden under my stare, leaving me smirking.
“You’re staring,” she says.
“So,” I shrug, bringing my eyes up to her. “I love what I see. Your breasts don’t seem to mind.” I raise my free hand to tweak one of her nipples.
“Aidan. You’re unbelievable.”
“So you’ve said. Many times,” I add in. “Are you wet?” I ask, then cross my leg over my knee to conceal my hard-on.
“Nope. I’m drier than that crap you drink,” she says sarcastically.
“Woman. Don’t even start on my Jim Beam. That’s some good shit right there.”
“You know…” She bends down over me. Her god for sakes tits are right there. I could reach out and bite one, that’s how close my little cock tease vixen has them to my face. “We both better watch what we say. Quit swearing. My mom will kick both our butts if his first word really is a swear word.” I hear her. I just pretend I don’t. I snatch ahold of the scooped collar of her tank and pull that bitch down so I can get a better look at those tasty tits. Goddamn, she’s fucking hot with her tits spilling out over the top of the pink, satiny bra.