Page 58 of Aiden

“Not hyper, nervous. Why didn’t we leave with my mom?”

I grab her hand and twirl her when she inches closer to me, giving her an appreciative once over. My necklace looks beautiful against her soft skin. I adjust it so that it’s more prominent. “Just wanted to study you.” I tell her, tilting my head down to plant a kiss on her cheek.

Opening the door for her, I head towards the car.

She shakes her head as she points across the street. “They live there.”

I laugh at the proximity of their houses. I wonder how many times he tried something with her, and she declined. Even though they lived so close together, he never got to do anything with her. She declined every guy that’s tried her entire life, until me. As though she was waiting for me all along.

We walk in and are immediately greeted by his smiling parents. All the while, my arm is firmly wrapped around her waist, staking my claim. I watch in satisfaction as Caleb’s eyes go wide with shock at the sight of me. We greet them back before heading for the dining room. Pamela finishes setting the table before the parents go to grab some wine in the kitchen.

The fucker approaches us then. “Hey, I’m Caleb.”

I pull my arm away from Em’s side for a moment to shake his hand and pull him close. He’s short and I have to lean down to his height.

Quietly, I say, “If you ever textmygirl anything like that again, I will pound your face into the cement.”

It may be overkill, but the horrified look on his face tells me he understands the gravity of my words.

Or not.

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I place my hand gently on the soft skin of her neck and whisper, “Throat still sore baby?”

She turns crimson and giggles at me, swatting at me to stop.

I enjoy the awkward silence as the scrawny fuck wiggles around in his seat. Good, I make him uncomfortable. I spend dinner watching him as I talk business with his father. I see him sneak glances at my girl.Mine. She’s my fucking girl.

Didn’t I already threaten him?

I want to reach across the table and beat the fuck out of him. Grab his stupid blonde hair and slam his skull against the wooden table until he can’t see. So he can never look at her again.

Once the parents exit to the kitchen, I do the next best thing I can think of.

When I see him glance at her chest – even though her dress is a high neckline, her tits are so nice and perky they’re just out there – I slide my hand up her upper thigh. She bites her lip, exactly what I wanted. Emma has barely acknowledged him since we got here and, at this moment, she’s looking at me.

But I’m not looking at her just yet. I want to tell Caleb the reason Emma isn’t speaking much is because her throat is sore from my cock last night. I fucked her throat so hard that every time she speaks or coughs, she can still feel me deep down her throat. And the reason she is walking funny is because I pounded her tight pussy hard last night while she obediently laid on the floor for me.

But I will never say those things and give him a visual of her. He can imagine all he wants, but he will never get to see her that way. I don’t want her to feel awkward, and he’s not that important to have a man to man conversation with. Besides, he’s hardly a man considering he cheated and hurt my girl.

Caleb watches her lower lip before turning his attention to me.

I glare him down with an expression that could kill, before turning to my angel. I cup her cheeks protectively with one hand as she puckers her lips out for a kiss. Instead, I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and nibble. I stop before she moans. I won’t let him hear such a beautiful fucking sound.

I grab the back of her head and tilt her face up to mine. Gently, I melt my mouth around hers. Before my lips leave hers, I make eye contact with him, watching his face turn blood red. He hastily gets up from the table and I laugh deeply before returning my attention to Emma.

Eighteen

Aiden holds the door open as we step inside. I’m glad dinner was early so it will still be somewhat light out on our way back to the city. My mom stayed to help Regina clean up so we’re waiting to say goodbye to her.

Aiden grabs my bags from my room and places them in my trunk, before going around the house and looking at the photos of me as a child. He offered to drive me back to Portland and get someone to tow the car, but I refuse to let him spend more money on me.

My stomach clenches as he picks up my favorite picture off the mantel.

He examines the photo of Dad, Mom and I.

We were camping that summer. I was about twelve. My awkward bangs sat above my cheesy grin and my parents looked so proud on either side of me. It was the last vacation we went on before he passed away.

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