My eyes reach his. “Are you— Is this okay?”
He grins. “I want to taste you—at the same time.”
“Sixty-nine?” And it hits me right then. Aidyn wants this. Wants me. I knew that—he’d made it clear. But I hadn’t let myself believe it with every part of me. Not really.
We reposition, lying on our sides, his cock once again in front of me. I’m nowhere near the size of Aidyn—I mean, good lord, who is?—but that doesn’t seem to matter as his lips wrap around my cock and he sucks. Holy hell. I groan and thrust into the heat of his mouth.
He pops off. “You’re not holding up your end of the deal.”
Right. I focus on worshipping his cock with my mouth. Sucking and licking and taking him down as far as I can while I’m distracted by the sloppy but amazing blowjob from him.
When I get close, I try to pull off. I need him inside me, tearing me apart with his monster cock. But Aidyn growls. “We’ve got all night, Garrett. Now stop teasing and come down my throat.”
I can’t hold back after that. Aidyn swallows, and when I’m able to think again, I double my efforts, sucking his dick and balls until he’s close. He comes with a growl, and I swallow as much as I can.
He pulls me on top of him and kisses me. It’s sweet, tender, and I want to say the words again. But the moment is fragile, and I can’t. If he says them back in this vulnerable state, I’m not sure I’d believe them. And if he doesn’t…
“Let’s get cleaned up.” He kisses my nose.
So we do. Showering with Aidyn is wondrous. A soapy, wet Aidyn Christy is now burned into my memory. But the playfulside of him, as he slaps at the bubbles on my ass, that is something people rarely see. Something I want more of.
After getting cleaned up, we snuggle—another surprising thing—and talk, never letting it get too heavy, and then Aidyn tips my head up from where I’m snuggled into his chest. His eyes are dark. “You said something about wanting my cock inside you?”
Fantasy and reality are completely different. When I imagine riding him, his cock tears me up, but I’m able to do it. Reality? Definitely better but more difficult. The feel of his fingers prepping me, the concentration on his brow as he tries to get it right and refuses to let me do it on my own. I kiss his sweaty brow as he adds a third finger and then a fourth. “Fuck, Aidyn.”
And then he generously lubes up and slides into me. So damn slow. It takes a bit of stopping and starting for my body to adjust to his girth. But this is better than the fantasy. Not just the fullness, the way my ass hugs his cock, but the wonder in his eyes. The shaking of his body as he holds back because he doesn’t want to hurt me. The tortured way he says my name, his Irish brogue thick.
“Garrett, love, I canna hold on.”
I give it a second and another. “I’m ready. Let go, Aidyn.”
And he does. He pounds into me, and my orgasm hits me way too fast. And then we’re both coming, and he’s holding me as he rides out the pleasure.
“I fucking love you, Aidyn Christy,” I whisper against his neck because I can’t keep the words in. And somehow, I mean them more now than I ever have.
The next morning,after more sharing of bodily fluids, Aidyn makes us breakfast. I eat like I haven’t eaten in days. We should talk, but by some silent agreement, we both avoid anything remotely close to thewhat-nowdiscussion. We share looks and kisses while we can, knowing we’ll have to stop. That moment comes way too soon.
“Good morning.” Jane wears a smug expression, but thankfully, Isaac and Lanie appear to be clueless as they trail in after her. “Hope you don’t mind. We picked up Lanie on our way here.”
The diner is still closed, but Aidyn made enough food to make me wonder. Zye arrives and congratulates Mr. and Mrs. Brandt. Everyone congratulates Zye for planning his first successful wedding—with only one minor disaster. After everyone is sitting at the big table, eating and talking about the wedding, I sneak a glance or two at Aidyn. He’s avoiding my eyes and trying not to smile. I run my foot up his leg, and he chokes on a drink of coffee. He shoots me a glare. I laugh behind my napkin, and he shakes his head.
“Da, you’re in a good mood.” Lanie watches her dad with furrowed brows. Aidyn being happy shouldn’t be a concern, but it’s unusual for him to show it.
“Why shouldn’t I be? I got my family here with me. A new brother-in-law.” He waves a hand at Isaac. “And wee Simon on the way.”
Isaac’s brows shoot up. Shit. I told Aidyn the name in confidence. But I doubt Isaac remembers who he blabbed it to. The guy was wasted. I forgive Aidyn almost immediately because he achieves his goal.
“Really, Isaac?” Jane glares at her husband.
A blush crawls up his neck. “Sorry, honey. I’m just so happy.” He stares at her with love in his eyes, and she shakes her head and kisses him.
“When are you going home, Uncle Garrett?” Lanie asks, rolling her eyes at the happy couple.
I hesitate, looking at my niece and not her dad. “My meetings for tomorrow got canceled.” Because I canceled them. “So I was thinking about staying another night.”
“You are?” Aidyn asks, and thankfully, Lanie squeals in excitement at the same time. This is probably a bad idea because Aidyn is being obvious. Not that I care if anyone or everyone knows. But he cares.
“Can you stay the night again? You can have my room.”
