~Aiden

The weeks went by in a blur and when my fiancée and I set a date for our wedding, it felt surreal. And I couldn't wait to officially make her mine.

Ronbie had invited me out for drinks with a few of our mutual friends and I wanted to pass abs cuddle the entire night with my woman but she practically locked me out of the house and I wasn't supposed to return till I had fun with the guys.

When I stepped into the bar, the night had already started for many around me. I took my place beside my best friend and poured myself a pint of beer from the jug. There were so many conversations going on and I could barely keep up.

“So where are you going for your honeymoon?” one of the guys that I wasn't entirely familiar with asked me.

“We haven't decided,” I replied, gulping my pint.

“You should take her to Dubai” another guy suggested to me, “That's where I took my wife.”

I chuckled.

“I'll think about it.”

Ron smiled at me and gave me a hard pat on the back.

“I'm so glad my best friend's finally joining the club again.”

Everyone around me cheered and it felt nice. We were seated around the bar and our jug was getting empty, even though I had poured for myself only once and barely drunk any of it.

I leaned over the counter and told the guy behind the bar to refill it to have something to do other than listening to the guys crack lame marriage jokes.

“You!” I heard a voice across the counter and I turned, along with the other guys in my group.

There was another group of about five guys seated near us, about as wasted as our group was and one of them was pointing at me.

Beckett Lewis.

I was starting to wonder when I'd see him again.

“Mr. Big Shot here thinks he can just swoop in and be Prince Charming,” Beck told me, stumbling over to me.

“It's nice to see you too, Beck,” I said.

“Oh shut up” he scoffed. “This man here is out to take my wife and son away from me!” he exclaimed.

“I'm not taking anyone away from you because you've already lost them, Beck. And there's nothing you can do about it”  I said.

Beck's eyes narrowed and suddenly, and with surprising agility for a drunk guy, he swung his fist and punched me in the jaw.

There was pandemonium.

Both groups had gotten up to fight each other and Beckett had struck me again. I balled my hand into a fist and hit him back once to get him off of me and then held his hands down.

“Stop being an idiot. What would your son say about you if he found out about this?” I spat at him and then pushed him away, “Guys! Guys! Just sit down!”

I tried in vain to get them to stop, but the alcohol mixed with the testosterone and the mob mentality had caused a fight and the security at the bar came over and pulled everyone apart.

“All of you, out!” he commanded and two groups trudged out of the bar amidst cheers and boos.

So much for having a fun night.

I staggered out and shook myself.

“Ron,” said, grabbing him by the shoulder, “I'm going home. You should too.”

Ronbie winced and nodded. I walked away from the bar and got into my car. Pulling up in front of her house, I parked as best I could and got out of the car. When I turned the doorknob and entered, Breanna rounded the corner and frowned, her big brown eyes questioning me.

“Back so soon?” there was a hint of disappointment in her voice, “It's been barely two hours, my love. What happened? Did Ron get drunk and try to make out with floral arrangements again?”

I looked at her and chuckled a little.

“Not today,” I said, “I just saw your ex-husband”
I said and closed the door behind me.

“Really?” her voice was soft, surprised.

“Delightful chap,” told her, sarcastically, shaking my head.

Breanna's shoulders dropped.

“What did he do?” she asked, walking forward towards me with a dangerous frown.

I turned my head and tapped my jaw where I was pretty sure there must have been a mark forming from where Beck had hit me.

“He gave me a pre-wedding gift, I guess,” I said with a laugh.

Brenna came to me and inspected my jaw.

“He hit you?” she fumed, “Oh I'm going to give him a piece of my mind right now—”

“No, no, no” I stopped her. “You know it's not worth it.”

“Of course, it's worth it. He hit you and you're worth it.”

I smiled.

“I'm fine. I promise.”

She sighed.

“Come on. I'll get you some ice for that,” she said and then looked at me again, “And some coffee.”

I followed her like the tide follows the moon as she opened the refrigerator to get out a bag of frozen peas and then poured me a cup of coffee.

“Hold that against your jaw and drink this,” she told me.

I looked down at her with a smile when she handed me the bag and the mug.

“Why did Beck hit you?” she asked, folding her arms.

I pressed the bag to my jaw and shrugged.

“He was drunk.”

“Aiden.”

“He said I'm taking his wife and son away from him,” I said with a sigh.

“I'm not even his wife anymore and how many times must we tell him we're not taking Roman away?”

I shrugged again.

“Maybe he's now realizing what an incredible woman and mother you are and he feels if he tries hard enough, he won't have to lose you completely. And if that's it then a part of me can respect that my love.”

She unfolded her arms as I put the bag of peas away.

“You can respect that?”

“Yes because I would do the same... fight for you.”

“You'd fight Beck for me?”

“I already did by punching him back so yes. You are a very special woman, my love.”

She smiled.

“You know you don't have to fight for me because I'm already yours, Aiden” She raised her hand and ran a finger along my jaw, making me lean into her touch.

I sighed with contentment.

“I know. But I would still fight for you.”

Her eyes twinkled.

“Why?”

“Because I fucking adore you. Haven’t you been paying attention?”

She laughed and turned away to return the peas to the freezer.

“I'm going to change and get ready for bed.”

I nodded and finished my coffee before going upstairs to join her in her room. She was seated on an ottoman in front of the vanity rubbing her cheeks.

“I'm getting fat, aren't I?” she asked me through the mirror.

“You expect me to answer that trick question?” I chuckled.

She tossed me a look over her shoulder.

“Yes.”

I smiled.

“Unless you don’t like what you see anymore.”

I stepped up to her and straddled the rest of the space on the ottoman behind her. One arm around her ribs tugs her straight back into me and I see her shocked expression in the mirror’s reflection.

“Don’t like what I see?” her back was pressed up against my chest, pulse vibrating through her body. “Breanna, there's no way I'd never like what I see when it comes to you” I swiped her ponytail to the side of her neck and dropped a kiss on the top of her slender shoulder.

“Really?”

“You doubting me wounds me, my love.”

She shivered and I watched the fine hairs at the back of her neck stand on end when I breathed against her skin. I grinned at the image of us in the mirror, her all flushed and relaxing back into me. I trailed a finger up the side of her slender neck.

“This line right here. You carry yourself like royalty. There’s something about this curve, the little hairs” I pinched the hairs and gave them a gentle tug, eliciting a gasp from her. “Sometimes, when it’s sunny in the morning, the light through the front living room window catches all these little flyaways that end up looking like a halo.”

She stared at me in the mirror.

“Can I keep touching you?” I rubbed my stubble against her shoulder before dotting a kiss on the bump where her collarbone attaches.

She nodded with a smile. Her response, “Yes,” was a whisper.

“I like your collarbones” My left hand gripped her hip while my right one dipped under her arm and over her chest so I could trace the line of bones framing it.

“Aiden...” she laughed softly.

My hand shot up, and I pressed my pointer finger to her plush mouth while gently cupping her jaw.

“I love your lips. This smart fucking mouth. I like the venom it spews when you're in the mood. I especially like the way it looks wrapped around my cock.”

She let out a soft moan.

“You like that too, don’t you?”

Her body clenched and I squeezed her thigh before trailing the tips of my fingers over the inside seam of her leggings.

“I know you do.”

“I—”

I cover her mouth with my free hand.

“Don’t bother arguing with me. It makes me hard, and I’m not above flipping you over and fucking you right here and now.”

I ground into her lower back, my dick already straining at the front of my pants. I watch her eyes change in the mirror. They were filled with heat. Longing.

With one hand still over her mouth, I slid the other under the top she was wearing and she made no effort to hold back the moan.

“I love your breasts” I palmed one and then the other before tweaking a nipple. “Your nipples get hard so easily. They’re so sensitive” I tweaked again, and her eyes drifted close.

“Aiden...”

Her head tipped back onto my shoulder, her back arching as she pressed her breast into my hand.

Oh...

I released her nipple and slid my hand down her stomach, into her shorts. I went straight for her core, running my finger through her soaked flesh before shoving it in. She clamped down and tried to cry out, but the sound was muffled by my palm.

“And this” I worked it in and out of her a couple of times. “You. I love how you look impaled on my cock. Open your eyes. Look in the mirror.”

I added a second finger and plunged into her wet heat, watching her lashes flicker open to meet my gaze.

“Look at us. How could I ever not want to see this anymore?” I asked. “I love the face you make when you fall apart for me. And I'm going to be the only man who’s going to able to fuck you right.”

Her head moved in a shallow nodding motion, her legs spreading wider to grant me deeper access.

“I bet I could make you come on my fingers just describing how beautiful you are to me right now. How fucking perfect you are” I rasped my stubble against the shell of her ear and dropped my voice. “But that would be a shame when you have such a pretty pussy for me to eat, don’t you think?”

She panted, her chest heaving and rosy. I dropped my hand from her mouth, and we stared at each other in the mirror for several beats.

“Aiden...” she lets it out and I know exactly what she wants.

In one swift movement, I was standing up with her in my arms and putting her in bed. She crawled back to the headboard as she shimmied out of her sleepwear.

“No, no, I want you here” I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down to the edge of the bed, so her legs were spread while I stood between them. I stripped off my clothes. Shirt, jeans, socks, boxers. All gone.

The only thing left was the horny look on my fiancée’s usually prim face.

“Enjoying the view?”

She swallowed, the column of her throat bobbing.

“Oh yeah,” she breathed out, tracking the V-line that ran down to my groin. “Aiden I want to taste you” she whispered.

My dick was already rock hard from finger-fucking her. She reached out and pumped it a few times, her eyes latched on to the motion.

Her lips parted and she kissed the head, the drop of pre-cum smeared over her top lip. I watched her tongue dart out before she opened her mouth wide.

I don’t think she meant for it to be so sensual, but it made me come undone. My control snapped and I took two fistfuls of her hair and pushed my cock between her lips. She hummed in satisfaction, and the sound vibrated through me. My body clenched as I withdrew and plunged in again.

It was heaven having her warm mouth all around me, her tongue swirling, hands roaming over my torso as I controlled her head.

“Breanna...”

Her gaze flited up to mine, full of fire. Want. Desire. Her head went down farther and farther as her hands gripped my ass. She was swallowing me like she couldn’t get enough. When she went too far, she drew back a bit, eyes glassy as she worked around that reflex. Then she went back down for more.

“That’s it” I groaned. “Choke on it, my love.”

And she did, taking me as far back as she could. She was driving me insane, pushing me to the end. I didn’t want to be there yet, so I pulled out.

“I’m not ready to come yet, Brie Not before I fuck you” I swiped a thumb over her swollen lips to clear the saliva, then I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “How should I take you first?”

She licked her lips, a nervous flutter taking over her lashes. I didn’t expect her to say anything, but she said in a quiet voice, “From behind.”

“That’s what you like?” My thumb brushed her cheek as she nodded up at me. “Good.”

I landed a nip on her ear and flipped her on the bed, lifting her hips so her ass was in the air. I swiped through her wetness, watching the way her back arched, her knees slipping wider on the bedspread.

She’s soaked for me.

I swiped again and a shiver raced down her spine. Her pussy throbbed and her hips rotated as she pushed herself at me.

“Aiden, please.”

She glanced over her shoulder at me, pink lips damp, eyes glazed.

“I need—”

“This?” I slid in an inch, and her lips popped open into a little “O” shape.

“Yes.”

Her body vibrated with need and I could feel it.

“And this?” I pushed in a bit further.

Her head dropped, fingers clutching the sheets like she was holding on for dear life.

“How about all of it?” I took her all the way, so I was seated fully inside her tight body.

“Fuck, yes,” she hissed, dropping to her elbows while I took hold of her hips. “Move, please move.”

“Move? Or fuck you? I wanna hear you say it.”

Her pants came even like a drumbeat.

“Fuck me, Aiden. Fuck me so hard I forget my name.”

“Happily,” I growled as I pulled out and slammed myself back in.

Her body bowed, and her moans turned to screams as I hit a steady rhythm. My groans mixed with the wet sound of our bodies crashing against each other. I tugged her hair. She spread her legs further. I pushed her head into the bed. She chanted my name.

I could feel her starting to crumble, and slowed my assault when she got too frantic, too close.

“More,” she murmured as I draw back to admire her splayed out for me, so snug around my cock.

“More?” She’s a glutton for this. “I can do more.”

I lifted her, slipping out as I walked us over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that face out over the quiet neighborhood.

“Hands on the window and don’t move them” I placed them on the glass above her head.

“And if someone out there sees?”

I gripped her ass cheeks and spread her before stepping up behind her and gliding back in slowly.

“Then I guess they’re going to see how pretty this tight cunt looks stuffed full of my cock.”

“God,” is her hushed reply, right as she ground her ass back onto me.

Her breath puffed out on the window as I ravaged her, the fog waxing and waning with each heavy pant spilling from her lips. I squeezed her throat. I kissed her neck. I bit her back. And she took it all, chanting my name.

Her hips, her back, her legs— every move she made was designed to get closer to me. To take it deeper. Harder. It was never quite enough.

“More. I need more.”

My chest slid against her back, our perspiration mingling as I leaned into her, sliding my hand around her body to play with her clit.

“Like this? You going to come on my cock if I do this?”

Her head shook. She was delirious. Unhinged. Lost to it all. I continued using her pussy while working my fingers over her clit.

“Still more.”

“More?” I rasped against her ear as my hand moved up her throat.

I pressed my thumb between her lips.

“Suck.”

She did instantly, our bodies slowing slightly as she hollowed her cheeks out and sucked.

“Get it nice and wet, my love.”

Her tongue moved now, saliva swirling. I pulled out from her mouth with a pop. She gasped for breath when I place my hand on her ass and circle the entrance.

She looked at me over her shoulder, and let out, “More.”

I moved again, sliding my dick in and out of her pussy.

“Like this? I wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes. Like that.”

“More?”

“More” She moaned right as I slipped all the way in.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now. How fucking good you feel” I grinded out as I thrust again.

She bucked beneath me while I played her body like an expert.

“Aiden. Fuck. That feels...”

Her hands slid on the glass, and her legs shook.

“I think I...”

I could see the way her eyes widened when she realized she was about to come.

“Aiden!” she called my name as she toppled, and I didn’t hold myself off any longer.

Everything tightened, and I tumbled off the same cliff. My cock pulsed inside her as she gripped me tight before her legs gave out and we both crumbled to the floor. A mess of sweat, weak limbs, and breathless touches.

I tilted her head and kissed her.

“Why won’t I fight for you?”

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