Aiden (A Next Generation Carter Brother Novel Book 2)

by Lisa Helen Gray

“Upstairs, first corridor to the left, last door on the right,” she rushes out, surging forward.

  I chuckle against her lips and kiss her back, and in a haze, I make my way upstairs, knocking over some pictures and another vase on my way.

  In the corridor, near the door she mentioned, we stop, neither of us taking a breath as we grab at one another, undoing each other’s jeans. She slides my zipper down, but before she can pull my trousers off, I grab hers by the belt and drop to my knees, ripping them down her legs. I kiss the inside of her thigh, and a throaty moan escapes her. I look up, mesmerised as she throws her head back. I lick my way up until I reach the waistband of her knickers, enjoying the way her breath hitches. When I don’t go any further, she looks down, her eyes wide with wonder and her chest heaving.

  I tap the back of her leg, a silent request to step out of her jeans. She does, and before I know it she’s standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of black, lacey knickers.

  I kiss her just below her belly button before standing up and pressing a brief kiss to her nipple. Pulling her into my arms, I carry her the rest of the way to the bedroom, enjoying her naked body pressed against me.

  I don’t bother to take in her room, or to kick the door shut behind me. I lay her down on the bed, nuzzling her thighs open. She spreads them eagerly and looks down at me with so much trust and love.

  I ache for her to touch me, but I know if she does I’ll explode, and it will be over too soon.

  “Please,” she whines when I continue to watch her.

  Smirking, I slide my finger down her stomach, before swiping my tongue against the inside of her thigh again. Her stomach rises off the bed as she arches her back, and I use the opportunity to remove her knickers. Her breathe hitches as I slide my tongue higher.

  Groaning at the throb between my legs, I quickly remove my jeans.

  She tastes sweet, and the first swipe of my tongue has her entire body shuddering. I open her up to me, licking along her slit and loving the way she cries out my name.

  “Aiden, please—I need you inside me.”

  “Not yet,” I groan out, wondering how long I’m going to last if she keeps begging.

  “Please,” she pleads, closing her legs, though arching her pussy towards me. Growling, I kiss my way up her body. I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect in my life.

  Teasing her nipple, I flick my tongue over it before taking her mouth in a hard, punishing kiss.

  “Condom,” she breathes out, reaching over to her bedside drawer.

  “What?” I snarl, wondering why she has them. She said she hasn’t had a boyfriend before—unless you count that prick who fucked her over big time, and I don’t want to think about him with her right now.

  “My gran keeps them there,” she assures me, rushing to open it. Her expression becomes unsure, and she bites her bottom lip. “I don’t know how to put it on. I’ve never done it before.”

  I groan, feeling myself leak at her words. “I’ll show you next time. Right now, I just want to be inside you.”

  She grins, nodding. I pull back, resting up on my knees, and slide the condom down my dick. I look up to find her mouth agape, before looking at me with fear in her eyes.

  “Do not ask me if it’s going to fit,” I tell her quickly, leaning over her.

  “But—”

  “Trust me,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers. “You were made for me. I’ll fit.”

  She gasps as my dick pushes against her entrance, her nipples brushing against my chest. A guttural groan escapes me when my fingers run through her wetness, teasing her before lining my dick up. She tenses briefly, but a quick flick of my tongue against hers has her softening. In one thrust, I enter her slowly, and her breath catches.

  “Oh, my God,” she chokes out.

  “You okay?”

  “Please fuck me—I need you,” she rushes out. Her legs clamp around my waist, pushing me further inside her. I groan, closing my eyes through the pleasure. “Please.”

  I brush a piece of hair out of her face and move in and out of her, slowly at first, until her body is undulating beneath mine. Her nails dig into the muscles of my back, and with each thrust, I watch her. I watch her pleasure-filled expression and thrust harder—harder.

  Our eyes lock as I stretch her arms above her head, raising her breasts. I take one in my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue.

  Her nails dig into my hands.

  I drive myself into her; harder, rougher, going as far inside of her as her body will allow. She cries out with every stroke, sweat beading on her forehead.

  “More,” she pants, her hips moving in rhythm with mine.

  I groan, feeling my climax building, driving me wild. The heels of her feet dig into my arse suddenly, slamming me so hard inside her my climax rips through me. She cries out when her own orgasm strikes, her walls clamping so tightly around my dick, milking me, that I swear I could climax again.

  I crush my mouth against hers, drowning out the sound so I can taste it instead. Her body trembles, her pussy spasming around me, making my now semi-hard cock twitch—grow harder.

  Her eyes open when the shudders subside, and a look so tender and loving passes between us.

  “I love you,” I rasp, never looking away.

  Her gaze holds mine, and her eyes begin to water as her hand reaches up to brush a lock of wet hair from my face.

  “I love you too, Aiden,” she tells me, and I relax above her. I hadn’t realised how badly I needed to hear those words until she said them. I didn’t even realise I was afraid she didn’t feel the same way.

  “Ready to learn how to put a condom on?”

  She giggles, her eyes shining with happiness as she nods. We don’t waste any time, both of us determined to examine and memorise each and every part of the other’s body.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  BAILEY

  Rolling over, I look down at the floor, smiling to myself when I see three more condoms have joined the first one.

  Last night had been mind-blowing. I didn’t know sex could be like that. I guess a part of me never wanted it to be, not after what Owen did to me. Aiden had proved over and over, though, that sex could be special.

  And boy was it special—he was special.

  I ached in all the right places.

  Aiden’s hand on my hip slowly tenses against me when I reach over to put my hearing aid back in. My breath catches, and he lets out a throaty chuckle. He slides his hands over my stomach, roaming up until he’s cupping my breast. I wiggle my arse into him, feeling he’s already hard.

  He leans forward, kissing my shoulder. “How can I want you again already? I didn’t think my dick would ever work again after the last time.”

  I chuckle. “If I have another orgasm, I’m scared I might die.”

  He kisses my shoulder again. “Death by orgasm is the best way to go.”

  A yawn escapes me. “God, I think I could sleep all day.”

  He chuckles against my shoulder, his fingers pulling and twisting my nipple in delicious torture. “I’m just that good.”

  I roll onto my back, and he moves over to give me room. My breasts are bare to him, and he licks his lips as he eyes them.

  “Or I’m that good,” I tease.

  Our gazes meet, and he grins. “Oh, you were good. You rode me hard.”

  I feel my cheeks redden, and he laughs quietly under his breath, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

  “I fucked you every way imaginable, licked and touched every inch of your body, and you still manage to get all shy, still manage to blush.”

  Warmth and desire surge through me. I lean up to kiss him, but his phone ringing somewhere on the bedroom floor startles me.

  He frowns. “I shouldn’t have put that on loud. I’m going to go apeshit if it’s Maddox ringing to wind me up.”

  I giggle, bringing the blanket up to cover my breasts. He smirks before shaking his head and jumping from the bed, gloriou
sly naked. A tingle shoots through me at the sight. He’s not ashamed of his body—he has no reason to be.

  But seeing him in the morning light… I’m speechless.

  “Hey, Mum. What? Um… yeah. I’ll be right over. Yeah, love you too,” he says, losing his happy glow. He ends the call, looking at me with sorrow in his eyes. “That was my mum.”

  I sit up straighter, worry twisting my stomach. “Is everything okay? Is Sunday okay?”

  He sits down on the end of the bed, and I crawl down with the sheet still over me and hug him from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder.

  “Yeah. She finally got word back from the funeral directors. We’ve got permission to bury Casey.”

  “Sunday’s mum?” I ask.

  We’ve only talked about her briefly. He feels terrible for not being there. She had known the risks of carrying Sunday to term. She knew there was a chance she wouldn’t live to hold her baby. But she did because she wanted her more than anything.

  He holds guilt for that—for not being with her when she needed someone the most.

  “Yeah.”

  “This is good, right?” I ask, kissing his shoulder.

  “It just feels final. Sunday won’t ever know her. And the worst of it is, we only have her provisional driving license as a form of photo. We have nothing else. She didn’t have Facebook, and we don’t even know if she had any friends because the address on her licence now has new tenants. She was in hospital for the last two months of her pregnancy.”

  That must have been lonely for her. I don’t say that out loud though, not wanting him to hurt any more than he already does.

  “Sunday is going to know her mum loved her, Aiden. She sacrificed her life for her. I can’t think of anything more beautiful than that. She gave her life. Now you get to say goodbye and give Sunday a place to visit. You won’t be alone, either. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

  I avert my attention at the weight of his gaze, looking at me with so much emotion that I can’t read it. A part of me feels like I’ve stepped out of line. He probably doesn’t want me involved. But he surprises me when he grabs me under the arms, and pulls me onto his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck.

  I can’t tell if he’s mad or not.

  “I love you so fucking much, Bailey. Being with a single dad isn’t something you probably wished for in a relationship. But those words… those words are what I needed to hear. I love you. And it might be selfish of me to need you with me, but I don’t care. I don’t think I can do this without you.”

  I run my fingers through his black, spikey hair. “I think you’re wrong. You can do anything, Aiden Carter. Look at how you’re raising Sunday. I’ve never known such a devoted and loving father. Not a single one, anyway. Give yourself some credit—this is new to you,” I tell him, kissing the corner of his mouth before pulling back. “But if it helps any, I love you too.”

  “I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” he says.

  Needing to lighten the mood, I shrug and tilt my head. “Yeah, you kind of are.”

  He chuckles, and a squeal escapes me when he stands up with me still in his arms. “Mum needs me to get over there, but I think I have time to fuck you if we take a shower at the same time.”

  I grin, resting my forehead against his. “You won’t hear me complaining.”

  *** *** ***

  As we step out of the taxi, something occurs to me. “Why don’t you drive?” I ask him, taking his offered hand. He links our fingers together, and butterflies swarm in my stomach.

  “I’ve got to do my driving test again,” he admits, looking away from me.

  Wait, again?

  And what was that look that passed across his face?

  “You failed?”

  His eyes meet mine briefly before looking away, and he curses under his breath. “Something like that.”

  “Nu-uh, out with it, mister.”

  “You can’t get mad at me,” he says, but it comes out almost like a question.

  I grin. “Okay. Pinky swear.”

  “I tried it on with my instructor.”

  “You’re gay?” I screech loudly.

  Harlow, his lovely aunt I met yesterday, walks up behind me, tapping my shoulder as she passes. “We always thought so.”

  I giggle but turn to Aiden for answers.

  “Aunt Harlow, that’s unfair. I’m a freaking stud.”

  She turns, walking backwards with a grin on her face. “Ah, to be young and naïve again.”

  Laughing, we watch her step inside the house, not bothering to knock. I nudge Aiden with my hip as we reach the doorstep.

  “It was a female instructor and she kept wearing these tight skirts. I asked her out, leaned in to kiss her, and she slapped me. Failed me right there before we even drove off.”

  Clutching my stomach as laughter rips through me, I glance up at him through watery eyes. “Epic!” My laughter fades into chuckles. “When’s your next test?”

  “First week of next month. I’ve had to wait five weeks since the waiting list for the next nearest driving centre—which is an hour away—is long.”

  His mum bursts through the open doorway. “You’re here. Come on, I’ll talk you through everything,” she says, ending our conversation. Slowly, she scans our bodies, her eyebrows scrunched up, as if she can’t figure something out. Then her eyes widen, resting on our linked hands. She looks up, beaming at us. “You’re finally together?”

  I look to Aiden, not knowing how to answer. I can feel a blush rising to my cheeks. I’m not worried if she approves or not, because his mum is lovely.

  Aiden’s cheeks redden. “Yeah, Mum—but don’t make a big deal of it.”

  “Big deal of what?” his dad, Maverick, asks, coming down the stairs.

  Teagan spins around, her hair whipping through the air. “They’re together. As in together—as a couple.”

  His dad grins, giving his son a chin lift before facing me. “You might want to take your hearing aid out when he’s around. He whines like a girl.”

  I laugh. “Noted.”

  Teagan’s eyes go round as she slaps her husband. “Maverick, you can’t say that.”

  He looks down at her, the skin between his eyes creasing. “Why not?”

  “It’s disrespectful.”

  Aiden groans, squeezing my hand. “Please don’t change your mind.”

  “Change her mind about what?”

  Aiden groans louder. “I always think a situation can’t get any worse, but then you happen,” he says.

  I remember the man in front of me from the day they were all fighting outside my house. He grins at Aiden, flashing his white teeth.

  “I make everything better. You need some Uncle Max lovin’?”

  Ah, so this is the uncle Max I’ve heard Aiden and the others talk about. I can see why they would call him nuts.

  He holds his arms out to Aiden, ready to hug him, but he steps back when Aiden says, “Come on, Bailey. I want to give Sunday some cuddles.”

  “Wait, are they together?”

  “Yes,” his mum answers proudly, making my heart swell.

  “No sex before marriage!” his uncle shouts.

  His aunt Harlow looks up from the sofa where she’s holding Sunday. She moans, her eyes narrowing. “Bloody Max. I told him to stall you a bit longer. I wanted time with my great niece.”

  “You set me up?” Aiden asks, sounding affronted.

  I turn my head to the side, trying to hide my smile.

  “You never let anyone hold her,” she mutters, getting up. “Want a cup of tea?”

  When I realise she’s talking to me, I nod. “I’d love a coffee, if you’re offering. Milk with two sugars.”

  She nods her approval. “I’d need all the coffee in the world if I had to listen to him all day.”

  “You love me,” Aiden teases, taking Sunday from her arms. He coos down at her, his face shining with love. “Doesn’t she, Sunday? They all love me. I’m their fav
ourite.”

  “I lived with Max, and you remind me so much of him. He wasn’t my favourite, either,” she teases, winking at me when he looks away.

  “Hey! I take offence to that, woman,” Max yells as he walks in. He startles Sunday, and she starts crying. “Christ! I’m sorry.”

  “She’s due a bottle anyway,” Teagan says softly. “I’ll go make it up.”

  Aiden glares at him before handing her over to me. “I’ve got it, Mum,” he tells her, before looking up at me. “Can you change her whilst I make her one? Her stuff is in that box.”

  “Sure,” I tell him, and drop down in front of the fireplace and pull her box towards me. I take out her mat and blanket and lay them on the floor.

  “Hey, stop crying, baby girl, otherwise Daddy will have a stroke.”

  She quietens down, and it’s then I realise the entire room is silent. I glance up as I lay her down, shuddering when all eyes are on me. Teagan’s mouth opens and closes before she turns to her husband, her expression miffed.

  “Did I do something wrong?” I ask, scanning Sunday to make sure.

  “He gave her to you willingly,” Teagan suddenly blurts out.

  I look up, surprised by her comment. “He does all the time. Should he not?” Do they think I’m trying to be her mum?

  Teagan must sense the fear in my words because she settles down on her knees next to me, placing her hand on my shoulder.

  “It’s nothing bad. We just have to fight to hold her. I’m surprised he let me have her all weekend. Last weekend he came and got her early.”

  “Really?” I ask.

  Harlow scoffs. “I asked if I could take her to a baby show up in Easton and he gave me a list of things that could happen. He spent thirty minutes telling me no.”

  “I thought everyone held her,” I mutter, feeling warmth seep through my chest.

  Teagan removes her hand, and when I look to her, she’s smiling. “Don’t worry, we all get our cuddle time in when he’s at work.”

  “If she’s anything like her dad when she hits two, he’ll hand her over to a stranger,” Maverick mutters.

  “I did,” Max agrees.

  “Didn’t you sit Liam next to another family in McDonalds because he was playing up?”