“Can’t you hear Jim Beam calling my name from the kitchen?” He’s speaking, but right now I’m not listening. He’s naked. Gloriously naked. I’m a woman with a very sexy man in front of me. For that reason alone, I’d be a fool not to gawk at what I’ve claimed to be mine.
“You’re staring.” He’s throwing my words from earlier today back in my face. We could play cat and mouse games for the rest of our lives, tossing each other’s phrases back and forth, and still, I would never be able to figure out which one of us is the cat and which is the mouse.
I take my eyes away from his growing cock to look up into his penetrating gaze. He’s so damn beautiful. God, I think I’m falling. Hopelessly. Deeply. Crazily in love.
“Would I be an asshole if I said I wanted to tell you about the things I’ve learned today?” Unable to speak, I shake my head attentively. I watch him leave the room, my eyes trained to his ass. Once he’s no longer in my sight, I immerse every part of my body under the water. The woman part of me wants to drown in him, bring him back here, and ride him until he forgets about the crap they’ve sucked him into.
Oh hell. Will the two of us ever be normal? Probably not.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
AIDAN
My phone alerts me of an incoming text right before I step into the shower. Ignoring it, I lean my head back, letting the hot spray pound on my back. Unfortunately, it doesn’t do a damn thing to relieve the tension surging through my veins.
You would think I would be able to substitute the hold Deidre has on me, the deep sensations pulsing my once unattainable heart that only she seems to be able to capture.
Our relationship can only be described as untraditional. And yet, it works. She crawled under my skin the minute I met her. Left her mark. And fuck me if she didn’t leave it there permanently, especially after last night.
I’m not talking about the incredible sex we had. The way her tight ass felt around my cock. The way she took me in her mouth in the bath after I told her everything I learned yesterday. I’m talking about her. Just her.
When she told me we would get through this together, I damn near told her I loved her right then. How in the hell can a woman who has been through what she has endured come back stronger than before? I’m sure part of it is her therapy. The biggest part of it is, though, I know she cares for me as much as I do for her. I can see it in her eyes. I can feel it bleeding out of her whenever she looks at me. Whenever she touches me, kisses me. It’s in everything she does.
We talked until the water became too cold for us to sit in anymore. My long legs were so damn cramped. I didn’t care, because I had my woman in my arms, who listened, who helped me derive a plan to find that leech of a human, Ryan.
She helped me release the guilt I felt for taking a week off to get to know our son. Guilt that has been clawing away at me ever since I saw what that motherfucker did to Grace. I should have gone the moment they asked me to kill her. Then he would have never hurt her. He’ll be sorry when I find him. I’ll show him what it feels like to have your ass fucking beat. To be scared. Fucking pitiful excuse for a man.
Deep down, I know this shit isn’t my fault. I had strict orders from Salvatore to take time off, to let him handle it. And I did. I didn’t fight him on it, and I should have. If I had gone looking for Anna and Grace the minute I found out about them, then that fuckhead would have never laid his hands on her. Any man who puts a fist to a woman deserves the same goddamn thing, only worse.
Now, a week later, I want to kill him. To fuck him up so bad he’s begging me to take his coward life.
“Fuck,” I sneer when I hear my phone ding again. I hustle and clean myself up, shut off the water, dry off, and wrap the towel around my waist.
Glancing down at my phone, I shrug, blowing it off, knowing damn well it’s either Cain or Roan wanting to know if I will meet to work out. I’ve skipped meeting them for the past week for our workouts. But I decide right then and there that hitting the gym is exactly what I need. I bust my ass to finish getting ready, throw on a pair of workout shorts and a t-shirt, and grab my clothes for the day, stuffing them in a duffle bag. Then I sit on the edge of the bed to put on my shoes.
“Hold your goddamn horses,” I yell at my phone when it goes off again.
I snatch it from the bed and unlock the screen. “Who the fuck is this?” I say when I start to scroll through several texts from an unknown number.
You think you’ve won? You low life piece of fucking shit.
Let me tell you something, you bastard, that’s right, you are
a bastard. I know it and you know it and so does our mom.