Aidan
I can hear Cara talking with the person at the door, but can't really realise who the mysterious guest is.
"Hey babe, who's there?" I yell for Cara, making sure everything is alright. No response.
"Oh! Hi honey!" What the fuck is she doing here?
"Hi Sarah. No need for you to act. This one here is a keeper."
"Damn bro, you move fast." My sister chuckles, hugging me so thight, like she always does.
"Yeah yeah. What can I say? I'm totally whipped."
"Now, I believe some congratulations are in order, big bro." Sarah looks at Cara's little belly that she didn't hide, given the fact we're at home.
"I would've told you next week at a family dinner. Guess the cat is out of the bag now." I smile and turn to look at Cara in return, wanting her to meet my noisy baby sister.
I turn, and let me tell you, I don't like what I'm seeing on my shortcake's face.
"Shit. I'm so sorry honey. I was joking. It's just a game Aidan and I do. Whenever I saw him with some girl I used to pretend to be his soon to be wife, so the girl would leave him alone. I didn't mean to scare and upset you. Fuck, don't cry. It's not good for my future niece or nephew." Sarah babbles while bringing my girl into a hug.
"It's. . . fine, I'm just really sensitive these days. I'm sorry." Cara sniffs and my hand moves toward her hair, slowly moving it up and down, soothing her.
"Come here, shortcake. You're alright? Want me to get her out?" I mumble in her ear and I'm gifted with a laugh from the girl who's slowly, but surely, making me fall head over heels for her, the bane of my fucking existence."
"Shut up." She whispers. "I want to make a good impression."
"Trust me, babe. She already loves you."
"Why? Cause I'm your baby mama?"
"Neeh. Just because you make me a better man every damn day." I kiss her red lips, being rewarded with a fake gag from my pain in the ass little sister.
"Now, let's talk about how you two met and became three!" Sarah says and gets a seat on the couch. It's gonna be a damn long night, given her two kids are so little that they're already asleep by now.
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Cara
It's been two weeks since I met Aidan's family. His mom, Florence, his dad, Patrick, Sarah's husband, Thomas and their two little boys: Liam and Luca. And I'm pretty sure mom and dad fell in love with Aidan right when they saw his face. And also with te baby I'm carring. But, those Powell's sure know how to make you feel appreciated and loved. Florence and Sarah visited me almost daily at home because of Aidanâs out of town games.
Speaking of . . . I can hear him pulling in right now.
We stare into each otherâs eyes. "What now?" he whispered.
"Itâs Monday, so I need to cook you pasta. We have traditions."
I got a small smile. "I do love couple traditions. That was the deal."
"Your heart always has a home with me, Aidan. No matter what, never forget that."
"And yours will always have a home with me. Certain people are meant for each other and you were meant for me, Cara. And I was meant for you."
"Yes, Iâm yours. Only yours."
Something changed in his eyes. "How do you feel about sex?"
My lips quirked. "In general, I approve of it."
"But how about right now, specifically?"
Under his heavy gaze, I thought about it for a momentâfor a very short momentâthen leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I definitely approve of sex if and only if you're the one who is burying himself deep inside me, Aidan Powell."
When I leaned back to look into hisrl eyes, I realized he was already flushed. Let the games begin . . .
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Aidan
"You want me to fuck you?
"I mean it's not really a necessity, but maybe to seal everyâ"
My gaze shifted back to her lips and I couldnât help myself anymore.
We crashed into each other, and the moment our lips touched, she let out a long groan and slid her arms around my neck. I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward until my painfully hard erection was squeezed between our bodies.
In response, she arched her back and smiled against my lips.
"Happy?"
Her eyes closed and, still smiling, she nodded. "This is a good life."
"Anything you want, itâs yours." I whispered then chased her mouth and tongue again. She tangled her fingers in my hair and let me taste her however I wanted. Letting go of her hips, I reached to the hem of her sweater and had to force myself to stop kissing her. Breathless, she let me, so, keeping my eyes on hers, I slowly peeled off her sweater and dropped it on the floor.
"Itâs you I want." she whispered. "Only you. Always. "
Her gaze was intent on me as I looked down and let my eyes roam over her perfect breasts and flawless skin. Iâd learn every inch of her body until I could picture it perfectly when I closed my eyes. I touched her neck with my fingertips and let them slide down.
"Look at you." I whispered.
I glanced at her face and saw her eyes burning with anticipation. I let out a deep breath, looking at her growing belly.
I rested my forehead against hers so I could breathe for a moment. She cupped my cheek with her palm, letting me have that moment.
"I missed you." I said hoarsely.
"I missed you." she echoed.
I kissed her cheek then moved lower and brushed a hot kiss against the side of her throat. "Youâre mine. Both of you."
She didnât respond, but her body shivered at my words and her throat moved as she swallowed.
"Youâre mine, too." she said after a few long breaths "Youâre only mine."
"We belong to each other, no one else, till we take our last breath."
"Yes."
The declaration ringing in my ears, I had to force myself to stay still as she put her palms on my chest and brushed the shirt off, the feel of her fingertips burning my skin anywhere she touched.
I only managed to withstand it for a few torturous drags then I pulled her off the counter in one move.
"Kiss me." Obeying her order, I roughly grabbed her cheeks with one hand, tilted her head, and pushed my tongue into her mouth.
"I need you inside me." she gasped, breaking our kiss. "Now, Aidan. Now."
"Nothing else in the world is more important than you."
I was being rougher than I would want to be with her if I had my head on straight, but if the grip of her fingers on my skin was any indication, she was right there with me.
Gripping my shoulder with one hand, she hugged me to herself with the other, her forehead resting against my shoulder.
"You okay?" I asked, having trouble staying still when her muscles flexed around me.
She nodded against my shoulder. "You donât have to be gentle with me. I wonât break, Powell."
"Is that what you want?"
"Hell yes."
And the rest . . . is history. A good damn one if you ask me.