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Lena had spent all day in bed after cooking for the rest of the night while we slept. Aidan Sr. had come out for food, then he’d watch over whichever room we were in, looking misty-eyed as he saw his family having fun together, before he’d retreat to Lena’s side.
My heart ached for them both, and seeing Aidan Sr.’s pain was what had taken away the gleam of the fangirling moments I had. We’d not even been formally introduced, not really, but he was human to me now. As was the rest of the family.
It had just taken a siege, an arson attack on two Catholic monuments, and a Christmas Eve spent bickering with his brothers and their families.
It was horrible to admit this, especially when his parents were so sad and Aidan was too, but I’d had a ball.
Unlike with my siblings, there’d been no real arguments. No getting in each other’s faces, roaring at each other and screeching from one side of the house to the other.
There’d just been love.
It was everywhere in this house.
It tied everything together in a way that my therapist Mom would love to study.
From the breakfast Aoife had made where we’d all gorged on monkey bread and cocoa with whipped cream, to the pizzas we’d ordered in for dinner. Everyone had been together all day. Games had been played, sport reruns had been watched, poker had been ladybossed. It was like something from a movie.
"Aidan?"
He hummed.
"Do you think your family appreciates the highs because the lows sink so deep?"
He blinked at me, then smiled. "You enjoyed today, didn’t you?"
I bit my lip and nodded. "I’m sorry," I blurted out.
"Why? I’m glad you like my family and don’t just want to observe them," he teased. "I saw the journalist in you pop up a few times, but you kept it banked for the most part."
A gasp escaped me. "That’s why you started doing that thing with your fingers." I squeezed his hand. "Cheat!"
"Talk of decapitations get your brain whirring, little one," he joked. "I had to bring you back down to earth." He surged forward, not stopping until there was a scant inch of space between our noses. "The journalist is hot. She makes you accept my fucked up world, but it’s the woman who sets me on fire, Savannah. It’s you who makes me hard all the time."
A shaky breath whispered from my lips as he pressed our mouths together. I groaned into the kiss, a whine escaping me as he slipped his tongue against mine.
I shifted into a taller position so that I could lean into him. His hands moved around my waist and to my ass so he could squeeze it, before they slid down my thighs and back up again. That caress zinged all the way to my toes.
I knew he wanted to feel all of me, have his imprint on me, but he didn’t have to worry. He’d done that years ago with barely a touch between us.
Three meetings, one where he’d let me live, the other where he’d respected my intelligence enough to believe in my investigation and its findings, followed by a simple meal and that was it. A life changing day.
The thought urged me into moving, and I pressed my hands to his shoulders and pushed him away, gently, as I slid my fingers down his chest. He knew I wasn’t pulling away, so he rocked back into the armchair, and I let my hand continue its voyage down, with his gaze on mine, as I reached for the zipper on his jeans.
Our eyes still glued together, I delved between the folds of his fly and reached inside to grab his cock.
You knew a man was beautiful when you wanted to drop to your knees the second you saw him in a suit.
But when he was in jeans and you still got wet? That was hawtness to the nth power.
With my hand around his shaft, that power in my hand, I murmured, "I know I’m not wearing any lipstick, but let me please you."
He was always so focused on me, and while I wasn’t going to complain, giving back was a pleasure. An honor. I knew it was only a blowjob, but to me, it represented more. It was taking control of him and owning it. I knew he’d probably had thousands of blowjobs in his life, but none by me.
A bark of laughter escaped him, and he reached out, rimmed my mouth with his finger, then rasped, "You can wear lipstick next time."
Grinning, I dipped down and pressed my lips to the tip of his length. As I explored him, circling the glans, enjoying the thick spongy skin against my tongue, slipping down and experiencing the contrast of veins and smooth flesh, iron and silk combined, I tasted him much as he did me. Savoring him like he was a treat.
He scented of soap from the shower he’d had before dinner, but deeper than that, there was just his essence. Inherently him. It was delicious.Hewas delicious.
