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Would she?
Aidan had nearly messaged her twice in the first half hour, so he’d turned his phone off. Drunk texting Lily would only scare her off.
Was she dreaming of him right now?
Aidan wondered if she was sore after slamming his dick into her tonight. He hadn’t prepared her enough. In a sadistic way, he hoped she was aching. Thinking of him while she tossed and turned in her sleep.
God, he wanted to walk down the hall and take that petite body of hers in his arms and sink his hard cock inside her again.
Tomorrow was Logan and Emma’s wedding. He would let her sleep. She had a job to do.
But then afterward, as promised, she was his.
“What girl? Lily?” Blake smirked.
Aidan used his bottle to point at his cousin. “You stop talking. I’m going to bed.”
“About fucking time,” Logan said, joining him when he stood and walked out of the room.
“Aides,” Blake called out. “She’s a nice girl. Andrew might’ve been an asshole, but he might not be completely wrong. This is a different world from hers.”
Aidan turned and glared at Blake.
“Let it go,” Logan growled quietly.
He had. He’d been thinking about it all night. In between every tequila shot. In between every girl who tried to flirt with him.
In between every moment, he reached for his phone and then made true on his promise to leave her for tonight.
“Maybe I don’t want a girl who fits in. Maybe I want one who stands out,” Aidan replied.
“Go to bed,” Logan called out and nudged him into the hall. They stopped outside their bedroom doors and stared at one another.
It wasn’t always obvious to others, but he and Logan were close. Really fucking close.
“Don’t get divorced again. I don’t want to have to drag your ass back to the club.” Aidan did a little wobble.
“Fuck you,” Logan replied. Then they grinned at each other and man-hugged.
“Go get your beauty sleep. You look terrible.” Aidan slapped him on the back and then walked to his room.
And face-planted his bed.
His last thought was of the pretty submissive blonde down the end of the hall and how he was going to make her scream like a goddess tomorrow night.
He wasn’t letting her get away.
He wanted the whole damn peach tree.
Well...he’d work on a better line when he was sober. That probably wasn’t as romantic as it sounded in his head.
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FIVE HOURS AND THIRTY-three brief minutes later, Aidan stepped out of his room and headed straight for the coffee machine.
There were way too many voices in this house.
He’d already taken a few Tylenol tabs, but it was going to take a lot more than that.
