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AIDEN

I walk into my Dad’s office. It’s after six o’clock and he’s the only one here besides the cleaners. His eyes are on his screen.

“Hey,” I say, closing the door.

He raises his eyebrows. “Hello, Aiden. How are you?” He rubs his eyes and stretches.

“Had a chat with your wife,” I say. “She’s gonna ask you for a divorce.”

He jolts in surprise.

“I won’t go into any details; I’ll let her share, but she’s got shit to come clean about.”

I can’t tell if he’s happy or not.

I share some more news.

“I wanna work from here for now. I’ll handle the New York City office but I’m plannin’ to stay here 90% of the time.”

His eyes bulge. “Oh. That’s… that’s wonderful.”

“Want to be around my family more. Watch Lilly and Braed grow up.”

“Good, Aiden. This is great.”

“Carly and I are exclusive.”

His smile goes wide. “You overcame the challenge. I could tell she was fighting you off.”

“She didn’t stand a chance,” I say. “All this Carmichael charm?”

He barks out a laugh.

“I’ll talk to Adele about Sunday dinner at her place. You, me, Auz.”

“Good idea, son.”

“How you feel about being freshly single?”

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. “Let’s see what happens.”

I tilt my head.

“Gotta talk to your mother first. She may change her mind before the day is through. Never know with her.”

“You want a divorce, don’t you, Dad? I mean, you wanna be free of her. Don’t you?”

Dad doesn’t answer me.

“You still love her?” I ask.

He licks his teeth behind his lips and shrugs.

He does, though. He’s still harboring feelings for her.

I’m a little bit, no---more than a bit shocked.

“We’ll see what happens, Aiden.”

“If you want her, go after her, Dad.” I can’t fuckin’ believe I’m sayin’ this. “But, let her come clean first. The shit she’s been up to? It may change your mind.”

“The thing with Rog?” He shakes his head.

“You know about that?”

He nods and his expression goes cold.  “He was ready to leave Suz for her. Told him I’d destroy him if my wife divorced me for him.”

What the fuck kind of soap opera is my parents’ marriage?

“When you love someone, you don’t let them go. Even if you’ve had a rough patch.”

“Your rough patch has lasted almost my whole life, Dad. Do you know how many notches have been put on her bedpost in the last ten years?”

“It’s on both of us, Aiden. Not just your mother. I’m not saying we can save things, but… let’s just see what happens.”

***

I get home to Carly making a salad in the kitchen, with a big smile on her face. She’s wearing that cute sweatshirt thing she wore that night she got trashed and fought with me about stealing her groceries.  She’s got her hair pulled up into a high ponytail. I grab it and use it to keep her mouth to mine while I kiss her against the counter.

She giggles as my other hand slides the dress up to her waist and then my hand is inside her underpants.  I slip a finger between her ass cheeks and find her pussy, silky and slippery for me.

“Aren’t you hungry?” she asks, wiggling against me as I kiss down her throat.

“Mm hm. But I want you first.” I grab her ass and she hops and I gather her legs around my waist and walk her down the hall to my bedroom.

“Been wantin’ you in this bed for forever…”

“It’s been less than two weeks,” she whispers against my lips.

“Exactly. Forever.” I jiggle her ass playfully.

I drop her on my bed on her back.

I look around. “What happened in here?” The room is clean, other than the unmade bed.

“I started your laundry. I was gonna wash these sheets next load.”

I raise my eyebrows.

She’s cookin’ for me, she’s under me, and she’s doin’ my fuckin’ laundry. Just like I predicted I’d have her doin’. But, I’m not feelin’ cocky about it. In fact, I’m feeling pretty fucking lucky.

I look down at her, look at how good she looks lying back on my black satin sheets. I grab the hem of her shirt thing and pull it over her head. She’s braless, in a pair of tiny pink satin panties. I push her up and she slides, the satin against the satin acting like a slip ‘n slide.

She giggles as she approaches the pillows.

“Laid in this bed, jackin’ off, thinkin’ bout you, peaches.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You play with yourself thinkin’ of me down the hall?” I lick her left nipple, then her right one. She shivers.

“Nope. I hated your alphahole guts.”

I grin.

“I did have a sexy dream about you, though…” she admits.

“Yeah?”

“Yep.”

“Tell me.”

I pull her panties to the side and lick between her folds.

She shudders.

I pull the panties down and off, dropping them on the floor.

“Open your legs, beautiful…”

She obeys.

I lick her from asshole all the way up, running the flat of my tongue up to her clit. She arches for me.

“Holy shit, Aiden….”

“Tell me,” I demand, giving her clit a hard suck.

“You were giving me oral sex in… in your shower.”

“Dreams can come true,” I tell her, then I back up a little, crook my finger, leaning back on my calves.

She sits up.

I grab her and haul her over my shoulder.

She squeals.

I take her to my shower, and make her dream come true.

After she comes on my tongue, one leg hooked over my shoulder, hanging onto the shelf behind her, she reaches down, my fuckin’ pocket pussy in her hand and she wiggles her eyebrows.

I smile. “Let me wet my cock first with you, then you can take over. I step forward and she backs against my wall. I grab my cock and guide it to her, then slam it inside. She gasps.

I move in and out a few times eyes locked with hers, and then I’m about to pull out.

“No,” she drops the sex toy. “No. Keep doin’ that.”

“I don’t have a condom in here, Carly…” I say.

“I’m on the pill.”

“Peaches… are you sure?”

“Are you clean?” she asks.

I nod. “Don’t do bare.”

“But you were just inside me…” she looks at me with doubt on her face.

“Just to get it wet, baby. Only because it’s you. I wouldn’t have come in you. Never bare in anyone even this much, not in many years.”

“Do you want to come inside me?” she asks.

“I’ll get a test first. Be extra sure,” I say.

She gives me a little smile. “Okay. I will, too. I don’t think he screwed around but… I’ll be sure.”

Just the idea of another guy inside of her makes me feel ragey.  I grind my teeth at the idea.

She squats, grabs the toy, and I expect her to come back up, but instead, she jacks me off with it from down there, looking up at me, her eyes filled with passion.

I let her go at me for a couple minutes, then I can’t take it any longer. I want inside of her. I grab her wrist. “Back to bed,” I say and turn the shower off. We dry off half-assed and then I grab a condom from the box in the suitcase in my walk-in closet and carry it and her to my bed.

I slide in beside her and pull her to me after I’ve rolled it on. She kisses me and climbs on top, planting her knees by my sides. She slides me right inside.

“Fuck, you feel good, peaches.”

“Mm,” she attacks my mouth with her lips, her hands in my hair, and then she loses track of my mouth as I ram into her, making her go wide-eyed.

“Aiden.”

“Yeah, baby.” I pick up the pace, sliding my fingers to her clit so I can strum it while I fuck her. The idea of fucking her ungloved? Sounds fucking awesome. Haven’t fucked ungloved since Sienna. I had more than one offer for it but a) didn’t trust because of potential pregnancies and girls trying to trap me with a cash cow baby, and b) detached sex is easier to accomplish with a layer of latex between you.

With Carly? I decide I’m making an appointment for a physical as soon as possible.

She comes with my cock inside, my finger at her clit, and then I come with her, back to my sheets, her ankles on either side of my head.

Half an hour later, we’re eating lasagna on the balcony with one of those cheap boxes of wine. The sun is setting and she’s in awe of it.

“It’s good, right?” she asks me, holding my glass under the plastic spout for a re-fill.

I smile. “It’ll do.”

It’s swill, but whatever. I can drink some cheap wine to make her happy.