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Aiden rolls his eyes at me and a small knowing smile plays on his lips, “My mom doesn't hide things from me. I know he's a bad guy and I know that he's the reason we are always moving.”
I nod and chew on my words. What do you tell a kid when his dadisa literal psychopath? I don't want Aiden to think he's a product of some fucked up situation…but ultimately he is. And I think someday, when or if he gets all those details, it's going to hurt. But I don't want him to think that his mom for once second regrets him.
“Yeah,” I reply, “He’s not a good man. But you know that isn't your fault right?”
His shoulders sag and he looks down at the ground, “If I wasn't here, we wouldn't have to run. I think it is my fault.”
I shake my head immediately and when he doesn't look at me, I grip his shoulder, “Aiden, that man made his own choices. Choices that were not about you at all. Him being a piece of shit isn't your fault.”
He snickers at me cursing and the tension leaves him slightly, “But mom is okay?”
“Yeah man, your mom is the strongest lady I know.” And she is. Without a doubt that woman is the strongestpersonI know. I know grown men that wouldn't be able to handle someof the shit she has gone through. And she does it with so much kindness and grace.
He nods and picks up his controller, “Do you think you guys will stay for a while?”
Again, my heart hammers. I want to say that I don't plan on ever leaving. That I want to stay here in this house with him and his mom until I grow old and gray. But that's a bit much and I don't know if this morning is something that Dakota evenwantsa repeat of. So instead I stick with the closest truth I can, “I don't plan on going anywhere.”
Aiden smiles at me and a small weight evaporates off of my chest as he says softly, “I like having you guys here with us.”
I smile back at the kid and nod, “We love being here too, man.”
We start up another game but my head isn't in it. I can't stop thinking about how that psychopath is out there, searching for Dakota and endangering Aiden. It physically pains me that this kid thinks he is any fault in the way a grown man acts.
It's hard to imagine what it would feel like to have a parent who really was just terrible. My mom and dad were my best friends, even when I was a rebellious teenager and even when I lost myself in grief. They were always right there beside me, guiding me and loving me. I’m one of the lucky few in this world who has parents that are still close to me. A lot of people lose that relationship or grow distant. This right here is a good reminder that I’m lucky as fuck and I need to be grateful.
Don’t get me wrong. I know Aiden has Dakota. To be honest, she's probably doing a better job alone than some parents do together. But it doesn't stop it from hurting that the other half of the genetics that made Aiden is so….well shitty. He doesn't deserve to feel like he is less than or like he is a reflection of the man.
Chapter 15
Wolf
"Indulging in something does not mean surrendering to it, but rather acknowledging it as a pleasure one allows oneself within limits." - Unknown
I’m just about to head into my room to shower and get some shut-eye when Dakota pops her head out of her room, with a sly smile. She beckons me forward without a word and I enter her room. I’m not even trying to play hard to get or pretend I don’t want to be right here in her orbit.
The second I’m inside, she’s shutting the door and sealing her lips to mine. Her kiss is deep and consuming, causing my entire body to come alive.
She moans into my mouth, her body pressing against mine. I'm embarrassed to say that just feeling her against me is enough to have my dick leaking pre-cum.
I break our kiss and murmur against her lips with a smile, “What’re you doing?”
She giggles, and its music to my ears, “I was thinking maybe we could..have some fun?”
Her tone is sultry and innocent all at once. It's the hottest thing I've ever heard. I hate it but I grimace and say, “I need to shower.”
“So shower with me,” she responds immediately.
I could say no. I could go to my room and shower and go to bed. I could remain professional and do my job without breaking the rules.
But I don'twantto do that. I don't want to stop being around her and enjoying her personality and her body. I don't want to stop this chemistry that is building between us. Honestly, I have no desire at all to press the breaks. All my doubts and reservations about this fucking vanished the second she put her lips on mine. So I nod, letting her take my hand and lead me into her bathroom.
I’m silent as I watch her turn on the shower and turn to face me. Slowly, in a seductive way I have never experienced, Dakota begins to peel her clothes off. She lifts her t-shirt over her body, then reaches around and releases her white cotton bra. Her full perky tits bounce free and my mouth waters, begging me to step forward and take them into my mouth.
But I wait…which is harder than you’ll ever know. I stand there, stiff as fuck and gaping at the woman in front of me as she peels her leggins off and stands tall in just a black lace thong. My cock jumps and throbs as I take in her body.
She's a work of art. Her stomach is tight and firm, with small stretch marks that show off the magic of her creating another human life. She has two angry red scars on her belly and one on her thigh from that sick fuck who hurt her.
Every. Single. Inch. Is perfect.
