Fate Heals (Twist of Fate Book 2)

by Tina Saxon

  “Aiden, I need more. I need to feel you inside of me,” I breathe out.

  He wiggles his fingers against my insides making my whole body shiver. “Baby, I am inside you.” His pace increases, his fingers moving in and out faster. His thumb rubs my sensitive nub. I can’t speak to tell him that isn’t what I meant, but I think he already knows.

  My whole body convulses as my orgasm rips through me. I scream out his name and other mumbled words and sounds that I can’t even comprehend.

  As soon as his fingers retreat, he slams into me with one hard thrust. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he grips my hips as he grinds into me. I suck in a breath, closing my eyes. I writhe beneath him as he hits the perfect spot. I grab onto some hay, needing something to ground me. It doesn’t help.

  “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?”

  “Yes. Oh, God!” I gasp as he pulls back and slams into me again. Over and over until both our toes are curled from our explosive orgasms.

  We laugh as we collect our clothes, which are thrown all over the place.

  Music comes from the house as we approach. I hear Lexi singing. I still can’t get over how that voice comes out of a five-year-old. I could barely talk without a lisp at that age.

  When a male voice starts singing, Aiden stops unexpectedly, yanking me back.

  “What the h—”

  “Shh,” he says, bringing a finger to my mouth. He turns his ear toward the house and listens a couple seconds more before breaking out into a run, dragging me behind him. What in the world? He takes the three patio stairs all at once, almost sending me through them. I trip but catch myself and make it up to the top in one piece. He looks down at me, scrunching his nose up.

  “Sorry, baby,” he says, kissing the hand that I caught myself with, “but I can’t miss this.” Can’t miss what?

  He starts to pull me again guiding us into the house. He stops short at the sight of Max and Lexi singing into a karaoke machine in the living room. Max hasn’t seen us yet. I tilt my head as I watch him dance around with Lexi. He’s pretty good. Aiden pulls out his phone and starts recording.

  I elbow him. He smiles a huge grin down at me, shaking his head. “Fucking priceless,” he whispers. He must not have been quiet enough for Max. He whips around and stares at Aiden. While he records him. The look Max gives Aiden has me stepping a few feet away. I’m not going to lie, I’m a little scared. Aiden laughs.

  Lexi is clueless as to what’s going on. She grabs Max’s hand. “Max, this is your part,” she says, tugging on him. Max’s jaw clenches tightly. He looks down at Lexi’s large eyes and exhales loudly. There might have been a little growl, too.

  “What’s wrong? Do you not want to sing with me anymore?” Her bottom lip sticks out. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking in a breath then releasing it. I can see the second he plans on giving in to Lexi. He rolls his shoulders and when he opens his eyes, he smiles wide and grabs the microphone.

  He looks up to Aiden before singing and mouths, “Payback’s a bitch.” He jumps right back in singing and dancing, not missing a beat. He’s definitely not embarrassed, so I wonder why he freaked out.

  When the song ends, Max hands Lexi the microphone. My eyes go wide and I yelp when he runs, jumping over the couch toward Aiden. Aiden slams the front screen door open, running out with Max trailing right behind him. Lexi giggles at the guys.

  I run to the window and watch. Unfortunately they run in a direction out of my view. I laugh, thinking how two men who are almost thirty can still act like teenagers.

  “What in the world was that sound?” Uncle Ted asks, coming from the hallway.

  I turn. “That would be Aiden running from his death wish,” I say, laughing.

  “Seems he’s not the only one who has a death wish,” he deadpans, walking toward me. He’s stone faced but his eyes tell a different story. The emotions swirling in them is like a punch to the gut.

  I hate seeing it. The worry. The pain. The sorrow. I want to scream and stomp. We were just getting past the kidnapping, but now we’re here again. I want to yell I’M FINE so everyone will stop looking at me like this.

  Ted pulls me into a tight hug. I wrap my arms around him and sigh. The tension melts away from my body as soon as he hugs me tighter. I know the emotions are coming from love. I can’t fault anyone for that.

  “Hey, at least you can’t blame my job,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood. He didn’t want me to work in law enforcement, thinking I’d be in constant danger. He’s a retired cop, so he knows how it is. Seems the joke’s on him, though. Things that have happened to me have nothing to do with my job. Which I’m sure doesn’t help ease his mind.

  He looks down and chuckles. After placing a kiss on my forehead, he stands tall. His hand tugs at my hair, and I tilt my head wondering what he’s doing.

  “Seems you have some hay in your hair,” he says, humor filling his voice as he pulls out a piece of hay. “Wonder where that came from?”

  My face heats, and I’m pretty sure it’s as red as a tomato right now. Please tell me he didn’t see us. I cover my face with my hand, shaking my head.

  I hear the screen door open and Aiden grumbling. “Asshole broke my phone.”

  I lift my hand, meeting Aiden’s eyes. My mouth hangs open at the sight of Aiden’s face. His lip is bleeding and his face is covered with dirt. There’s grass in his hair.

  “Really? Sometimes I wonder if y’all are really almost thirty.”

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. He looks just as bad,” he says proudly, jerking his head in the direction of outside. He lets out a laugh. “Why were you so red when I walked in?” he asks, shaking out his hair.

  My gaze flicks to Ted. He barks out a laugh. I don’t even want to know what he might have seen or heard, so I take off for the kitchen.

  I hear Ted say, “Son, it’s good to see you.” I turn and see them hugging. Aiden winks at me. I smile at two of the most important men in my life.

  I walk into the kitchen and Lexi is helping Amy make cookies. I chuckle when I see that she’s wearing more flour than what’s on the counter. “Look, I’m making balls,” she says, showing me by sticking out her hand.

  I hear the screen door open again.

  “Asshole, you’re buying me a new phone,” I hear Aiden say.

  “Maybe next time you’ll know better than to film me.” Max grunts.

  “It’s too bad that the video already uploaded to the cloud,” he says, taunting him. I shake my head, wondering why the hell he’s egging on Max.

  Max grunts again, and then I’m assuming he’s on the phone. “Break into Aiden’s cloud account and delete a video.”

  “Stone.” Aiden warns loudly.

  “Don’t listen to him. I sign your check.”

  Lexi’s movement catches my eye. She wipes her hand down her shirt, picks up a jar, and walks into the living room. My eyes shoot to Amy’s and she nods. We both hurry behind her, not wanting to miss this.

  Max is hanging up and smiles down at Lexi. She stands in between the two huge guys and holds up her jar.

  “I’ve missed you guys.”

  Oh. My. God. My head falls and I can’t contain my laughter. Max and Aiden both look in the jar and start laughing while they pull out their wallets.

  “I’m not making any money here,” she huffs, looking in the jar, too. There’s a lonely dollar bill at the bottom.

  I look to Ted with a smirk. “Don’t look at me, it was that one,” he says chuckling, pointing to Amy.

  “Hey, I stubbed my toe. It hurt,” she says defensively.

  “It’s okay, Amy,” I say, wrinkling my nose. “We’ve all fallen victim to the bad word police.”

  “Yes, but obviously y’all are going to fund her college,” she says, pinning the guys with her stare.

  They both immediately apologize. Hmm, I need to work on my stare.

  Later that evening, I tuck Lexi into bed and read her a bedtime story. She can barely hold her eyes open, b
ut I can tell she is trying her hardest to stay awake.

  “I don’t want you to leave, Addie,” she whispers.

  I want to tell her that hopefully she’ll be coming home with me the next time I see her, but I hold my tongue.

  “Sweet girl, I’ll be back in two weeks.”

  “Two weeks is forever away. How many bedtimes is that?”

  I smile. It does seem forever away. “It’s thirteen bedtimes,” I say, running my hands through her hair.

  Her eyes flutter closed. I lean over and kiss her on the forehead.

  “I love you, Addie.”

  Any doubt I had about fostering Lexi dissolves in that instant. I love this little girl with all my heart. I don’t even want to think about what I’ll feel if I’m rejected.

  “I love you, too, Lexi,” I whisper.

  I have to pull myself away from her. I want to snuggle up to her and sleep right beside her. I push myself off the bed and notice Aiden standing in the doorway. He’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

  He smiles as I walk up to him. He turns me around where we both can see Lexi and wraps his arms around my waist.

  “She’s lucky to have you,” he leans over and whispers in my ear.

  “I’ll be lucky to have her,” I say, leaning my head on his chest. I know one thing is for certain, I want more time with her.

  Lexi isn’t ready to say goodbye, and truthfully, neither am I. Promises of seeing her in a couple weeks and that we’d talk every day is the only thing keeping Lexi from breaking down. I think I said it to keep myself from breaking down, too.

  On the plane back to New York, I start making a list of everything that I need to get ready for Lexi to come live with me.

  Reality hits me and I drop my pen. Aiden looks over from his laptop. “I can’t cook worth shit. How am I going to feed her?”

  His lips curl up. “Well … I guess our girl will have to live off Cheerios and applesauce,” he says, mocking me.

  I elbow him and twist my lips. “She’d love that,” I say, rolling my eyes. Those are her favorite foods right now.

  “Exactly,” he points out. “She’s five. She’s not expecting five-course meals. Stop worrying,” he says, closing his laptop and pulling me onto his lap.

  I run my hand through his hair, kissing him gently on the lips. “I just don’t want to mess up with her. She’s been through so much already.”

  “In her eyes, you can do no wrong. Even if it’s burnt toast and over-cooked macaroni.” He chuckles.

  “Hmph. Maybe I can hire a cook,” I say, smiling.

  Aiden’s finger slowly starts circling my bare inner thigh. I glance down as the circle starts to get bigger. Heat shoots up my leg, straight to my sex. I will his finger to move higher, but it stays in that exact spot. The desire builds. I fight fidgeting because I don’t want him to remove his hand. I’m almost to the point of moving his hand myself.

  I lift my head and look in Max’s direction. He’s busy on the phone. I snicker to myself when I notice his darkened eye from Aiden’s elbow when they were wrestling yesterday.

  I look back to Aiden. He’s leaning back against the seat, eyes closed. One might think he’s taking a nap. That one is not me. I feel his hard cock pulse against me. I watch his Adam’s apple move as he swallows. His gorgeous soft lips curl up.

  “See something you like?” he whispers.

  I lean over, running my mouth along his jaw to his ear. “Just wondering what you’re doing?”

  He shrugs, shaking his head. “Nothing.”

  “Then you need to do nothing a few more inches higher.” His finger stops moving. No! I didn’t mean stop!

  Relief runs through me when he squeezes my inner thigh, and his hand begins to move north. His fingers move under my shorts. I part my legs a little more, giving him easier access. I close my eyes as they run along the lace of my panties.

  I can’t get enough of him. My hunger for him has become insatiable. I hope this feeling dies down because wanting sex all day can’t be healthy. This morning we had slow, seductive sex in the shower. Our bodies melded together as one, and we cried out in each other’s mouths, not wanting to wake anyone. The water hitting our bodies was the only sound. If passion could be heard, it would’ve broken the sound barrier. It was that amazing.

  But here I am, wanting more. Wanting his finger to move my panties to the side and push inside me. Just thinking about his finger skills has me reaching for his arm and giving it a little push.

  Aiden’s chuckle has me opening my eyes. “My greedy little minx. What am I going to do with you?” he says into my neck, kissing and nipping.

  “I think I’ve been pretty clear about what you can do,” I say, biting my lip.

  He glances at Max, who thankfully isn’t facing us now. He’s still on the phone. Aiden moves his hand out of my shorts, and I pout. A half-sexy smile crosses his face, displaying one of his dimples. He brings his finger to my lips, mouthing for me to be quiet. I nod quickly in anticipation.

  Holy shit. I’ve become a hussy. I want it so badly I’m okay that Aiden is about to do whatever and Max is five feet away from us.

  Aiden shakes his head. My brows furrow. Why is he shaking his head? Before I can ask, he lifts me up in his arms and walks with me to the back of the plane. I’m all about trying to fit in the bathroom if it gets me what I need. It’ll be a tight squeeze, because well … Aiden’s huge. I giggle to myself. I’m really talking about the bathroom, but it applies to Aiden’s cock inside my pussy, too.

  I cross my legs in Aiden’s arm and squirm a little. His arms squeeze me tighter. My eyes flash up to his. His eyes are dark and pleading. We only break our connection when we come to a door. When Aiden opens it, I’m surprised to see a double-sized bed. It’s situated on one side with a chair along the other side.

  He lays me on the bed and closes the door softly, locking it. I don’t even wait for him to return to me before I’m taking off my clothes. Instead of sitting on the bed with me, he sits on the chair facing me.

  I tilt my head, watching him. He’s flashing a salacious smile. “Sweetheart, you’re going to be the death of me,” he says, slowly unzipping his jeans. His black boxer briefs are pulled tight as his hard cock tries to get out. His eyes never leave mine. I face him, lying back on my elbows. He clenches his jaw when he looks down my body. I spread my legs wide. He takes his cock out and runs his hands up and down it. “Your pussy is fucking perfect,” he growls. I clench my sex as a bolt of heat runs through me. His eyes are hooded and his look alone could probably set me off. I watch his hand stroke himself.

  I need those hands on me. Now. “Aiden,” I moan desperately.

  “Touch yourself,” he rasps. “Show me with your fingers where you want me.”

  I lie back. My chest moves rapidly as I run my hand over my pebbled nipple and down my body. I shiver at my own touch. His groans fuel me. My finger hits my sensitive nub and my hips move of their own accord. I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

  “That’s it, baby. You’re dripping wet.”

  My eyes roll back in my head when I stick my finger inside. A moan escapes my lips. I add another finger. It’s still not enough. I hear Aiden taking his clothes off and continue, knowing he’s watching. Knowing it’s affecting him as much as it is me.

  When I feel his hand removing my fingers, I open my eyes. He’s on his knees at the end of the bed. He sticks my fingers in his mouth. His tongue circles my fingers, licking them clean. When his mouth slams down on my clit and he sucks, I scream out.

  Music fills the cabin. Aiden laughs, but his tongue never slows down. I buck as his tongue goes from my clit to being inside me. He tongue-fucks me, making every nerve ending down there spike with pleasure. His tongue moves down farther, softly licking around that spot. I about jump off the bed in surprise, but he holds me down with his arm. I’m so flustered that the words I want to say don’t come out. Then again, maybe they don’t come out because it feels good. Dirty,
but good.

  I’m a little relieved when he moves back up though. When his tongue hits my clit again, I grab his hair. I grind my hips needing more friction. As soon as two fingers move inside me, I’m lost to the orgasm ripping through me. I lose all control as my mind goes blank and my body takes over, surrendering to the feel of Aiden.

  When the music gets louder, a blush spreads over my cheeks. I move my hand to cover my face, but Aiden grabs it, putting it above my head. One of his hands holds them both above my head as he slides the other one down my body. He gazes into my eyes, searching for something.

  Deep down I know what he’s asking. Is this okay? I can promise him that there is not one cell in my brain that isn’t focused on his cock that is slowly gliding into me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me deeper.

  I’m pretty sure he got his answer. I gasp at feeling filled to capacity. My mouth gapes open as he plunges wildly into me. His free hand is all over my body. Grabbing, pinching, rubbing. I want to touch him, but he holds my hands in place tighter when I try to move. It only makes me writhe under him more.

  He digs his face into my shoulder. His face is damp with sweat and his breathing is erratic.

  “I love you, Addison,” he rasps into my ear. His hand moves down to my clit. He pulls out of me and his finger dips into my wetness. It doesn’t stay there long, before he’s sliding back into me. He nips my jaw and neck. His hand reaches around, grabbing my ass, pushing it up into him to get deeper. I can feel my orgasm ready to spill over. He picks up his pace. His hand moves over between my ass cheeks, his finger putting pressure there. My hands jerk.

  “Sweetheart, it’s just me. I’m not doing anything more than just this,” he whispers. He circles the area, adding pressure but not going any farther. When my body takes over and pushes against his finger, I moan out in pleasure.

  When my hands relax, his lips find mine. He devours my mouth. I am at his mercy as almost every orifice is being explored and my nerve endings explode throughout my body. My body starts to shake involuntarily as pure ecstasy burns through me. I can feel the heat from the wetness coat Aiden.