Page 53 of Donut Overthink It

“Lie back.”

“Aiden, what are …?”

“Lie back,” he commands, interrupting me.

I let out a nervous breath as I lie on my back. My legs hang over the coffee table, and my feet rest on the floor. My eyes look up at my white ceiling while I breathe heavily.

I hear him shift on my couch, and then I feel his warm hands on my thighs. My shaking legs intensify as I whimper.

He chuckles. And I place my hands over my face to hide my embarrassment. How can he do this to me?

He grabs my ankles and lifts them so my thighs lay over his shoulders and he kneels before me. “God, your pussy is so fucking wet.” His breath hits me right between my thighs, and I moan, knowing his lips are so close to my core.

“Please,” I beg, my legs still shaking.

His lips touch my inner thigh with gentle kisses. “Please what?” he asks roughly.

I squirm on the hard surface, and his hands grip my hips, holding me down. “Stay still, Hadley,” he warns, then I feel his lips right where I want them.

AIDEN

We stand in her shower. Her back is to my chest as I run my hands over her tits, massaging them. I can’t not touch her. Doesn’t matter how many times I have her.

She spins around in my arms and places her hands on my chest. “I need to know.”

I refrain from sighing because I know she deserves it. “Eve and I were best friends throughout high school. Then graduation came, and we went our separate ways for college. Christmas break our junior year, we planned a huge skiing trip for our friends from high school who didn’t want to spend time with our parents. Our friend Trent went. And well, long story short, Trent and Eve hooked up that week, and then weeks later, she found out she was pregnant. She called me crying that she didn’t know what she was gonna do.”

“You said she got pregnant by a man her father didn’t like?” she asks, and I nod. “Why didn’t he like Trent?”

My hands trail down over her narrow hips, and my eyes follow.

“Aiden?” she says, shoving my hands away.

I frown but continue. “The hatred went back for generations. A business deal that went sour, and the families never could forgive each other.” I shrug, not really caring why they hated one another. “A week after she called me, I called her to see how she was doing, and she was once again upset. But she told me she had an idea. She proposed that we get married and tell everyone that it was my baby.”

“I don’t understand why you agreed to that,” she says, frowning.

“At the time, I didn’t think of it long term. I never had any desire or thought to get married one day. And to be honest, I thought there would be a long engagement. Or a divorce a few months down the road. I figured her dad would hate me just as much as he hated Trent for knocking up his daughter.”

“So how did it go when you told him the news? Her father?”

“He was ecstatic. I mean, we were friends, so I knew her dad and stepmother really well. But to knock up someone’s daughter … I guess I thought he’d kick my ass and that would be that.”

“So you’ve had this fake life for how long now?”

“Eight years.”

“Eight years?” She gasps, taking a step back from me.

I nod. “Olivia just turned seven.”

“Aiden, that’s …”

“Noble?” I try to lighten the mood, and the terror on her gorgeous face.

“Insane!” she finishes.

“We never expected it to go this far. And then things just got comfortable.” I shrug.

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