The next week goes by in a complete blur. Aidan wasn’t kidding when he said things would be different, that he would be different. My wounds have healed, but he’s yet to touch me, well, with his dick at least. I can’t count the number of orgasms I’ve had with his mouth and fingers. It’s been great, but I miss the feel of him inside of me. I crave it at this point.

We’re lying in bed, late at night. He’s just joined me after we spent the evening with his children. He brought me home, then went back to his place until the kids fell asleep, and now he’s back with me again.

“Caleb likes you. I’m not sure if it’s because he thinks you’re sexy, or what.” Aidan chuckles, running his fingers down my side. We’re facing one another in bed, and I’m wearing nothing but my panties.

Reaching out, I trace his lips with my fingers. “It’s because he thinks I’m hot,” I wink. “Ronan told me he thought I looked like a fairy princess from one of his books. Isla whispered that I smelled like cookies and she wanted to stay with me always. Elowen asked if I could take her shopping for a dress to wear for Shaughan’s wedding this week sometime,” I ramble.

“Fuck,” he curses.

I can’t stop the smile from appearing on my lips, wondering which one of those statements has made him curse, although, I could guess. He’s so insistent that Elowen is growing up, and yet, he’s not ready for it, either.

“Make sure she’s covered from head to toe,” he grunts. I giggle because I was right, he’s not ready for his baby to grow up, no matter how many times he announces that she’s grown.

I place my hand on his chest, rolling him onto his back and quickly climb up on him, straddling his hips with my thighs. Aidan’s hands automatically wrap around my hips and he gives me a squeeze. “Are you saying that we can have a girls’ shopping trip?” I ask.

He smirks, gently sliding his hands up my sides and cups my breasts. “You can. Take my girl shopping, take both of my girls shopping.”

His eyes are focused on my breasts, on his hands that start to squeeze and massage my breasts, more importantly. I moan, grinding my panty covered pussy along his hard length. He tweaks my nipples, tugging on them which sends heat throughout my entire body and directly to my pussy.

Leaning forward, I graze my lips along his. “I need you, Aidan. I need you inside of me,” I breathe.

His hands leave my breasts and fist my panties, shredding them, then tossing the pieces to the side. Without a word, I lift my hips slightly and he aligns himself with my center. One of his hands wraps around my waist and he quickly tugs me down. My head falls back as he fills me, causing us both to let out a long groan.

We both stay perfectly still, my pussy adjusting to his size while I attempt to catch my breath. Aidan’s hands move up my waist to my breasts again. His thumbs glide along my hardened nipples and I shiver from the sensation.

“Missed this,” he says, his voice strained.

Lifting up, I slowly sink down on him again. He fills me in a way that no other man has. Aidan completely fills me from the inside out, and as each day passes, I feel like I’m going to burst.

I absolutely love it.

“Ride me, A rùnsearc.”

I tremble as I ride him, loving the way he rasps my treasure. I will never, not ever, get tired of hearing Aidan call me that. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world. My head drops back farther, and I reach behind me to grab onto his thighs as I ride.

Aidan’s fingers tighten around my breasts, a growl escaping his throat as my hips roll and grind against him. I can’t control myself, and even if I could, I don’t think that I would want to try. Aidan feels so good, and it’s been so long since he’s been inside of me. I never want him to leave, I wish that we could stay like this always.

“Fuck,” he curses. One of his hands leaves my breast and travels down my stomach. His thumb presses against my clit and he starts to rub. I gasp, my head lifting, and my eyes finding his. “Come, Vanna. Come all over me.”

It doesn’t take long, a few more hip rolls while he pinches my clit, and I come all over him. My thighs shake, but I don’t have even a moment to bask in my climax. Aidan sits up, flipping me onto my back and drives inside of me. His eyes stay focused on mine while he fucks me. His strokes are long and firm until he plants himself deep and groans with his release.

Running my nails down his back, I wrap my fingers around his muscular hips. He hums, lowering his head and presses his lips to mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, and he consumes me yet again. His hips gently glide in and out of me while he makes love to my mouth. Slowly, he pulls out from between my thighs, his teeth nibbling my bottom lip before he falls onto his back next to me.

His arms wrap around me and he tugs me against his side. I lay my cheek against his warm, hard chest and let out an exhale. “Are you okay?” he asks.

“I am now, Caro.” I smile, turning my head and pressing my lips against his warm skin.

Aidan’s fingers sift through my hair and I let out a contented sigh. It doesn’t take me long to fall asleep against his chest. Wrapped in his arms I’ve never felt so happy, or content, in my entire life. All roads have led me to this man, to this moment, and I couldn’t be more excited about the future we have together.

I glance down at the note and growl. Fucking shit. Of course, this has to happen now, because why wouldn’t it? Fallon wants to meet, she’s desperate to talk to me. I’m sure that she’s blown through the money I’ve given her and wants to attempt to get back into my good graces. Honest to fuck, I’m finally happy, and I have zero desire to even look at my ex-wife again.

Picking up the phone, I call Mannix. “Everything all good?” he asks.

“Get down to the bar,” I bark, then slam the phone down.

I glare at the note, watching it as if it were going to get up and bite me. Fuck, it could, that bitch is vindictive enough. It feels like an hour goes by as I wait for my brother. I know that today Giovanna, Elowen, and Isla are going shopping for party gowns. They’re alone except for the driver who is taking them to the store and home.

This note makes me think that I should have put a guard on them. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end at the thought of my ex even coming in contact with Giovanna. Fallon isn’t just vindictive, she’s crazy, and I can’t imagine what she would do if she found out that another woman was bonding with her children. She made the mistake of fucking around on me, knowing the potential consequences, but none of that would matter the minute she thought I’d moved on.

“What the hell crawled up your ass?” Mannix asks as soon as he walks into my office.

I grab the letter and pick it up, deciding that I’m going to read it aloud.

Mannix grunts. “My love?” he chokes.

“She never called me that shit a day in our fifteen years of marriage,” I state.

“What does she want, and how much of it?”

I snort. “Exactly. However, if she finds out about Giovanna, shit could get ugly,” I grumble.

“Fuck, the wedding. Do you think she’ll show?”

I shake my head, running my hand over my face. A week ago, I would have said absolutely not, but today, I think the answer leans toward yes. She’ll be there, and she’s going to make a goddamn scene.

Fuck, this is the last thing I need. I’ve been so busy looking for my product, trying to figure out exactly what I’m going to do with this traitor security guard, and keeping tabs on Blackburn, that I haven’t kept a pulse on Fallon or her whereabouts.

“How’s Casey the traitor?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Death’s door. We killed all three of his bitches and couldn’t get him to fucking talk. Whatever he’s done with that product, I don’t think we’ll ever get it back,” he mutters.

“Be done with him. Kill him and dispose of his body. I don’t care anymore. We’ll just have to work a little harder to make up what we lost. The Russians don’t know and make sure he’s an example to the rest of our men. I don’t want anybody thinking that he’s gotten away with dick,” I instruct.

Mannix lifts his chin. “What are you going to do about Fallon?” he asks, his tone a bit more cautious.

“Fuck if I know. Nothing I guess. I’m not meeting with her. I’m not taking her back, and as far as I’m concerned, the cunt doesn’t exist.”

Mannix chuckles. “Good luck. If I know anything about Fallon, I know that she’ll make it damn sure obvious that she does exist, and she’ll do it as loudly as fucking possible.”

He isn’t wrong. However, I’m not about to put up with her shit for a minute more. I don’t have to anymore. I’m not her husband, and she’s not my wife. In fact, she’s lucky she’s alive. She shouldn’t be trying to manipulate me through the children. She should be over here trying to manipulate me through my cock. Since I’m the only reason she’s still breathing.

It wouldn’t matter, not for a fuckin’ second.

I have Vanna now, and Fallon doesn’t hold a fucking candle to my woman.