Page 94 of Reclaimed

One of his hands skates along my spine to the nape of my neck. His fingers dance there, kneading into the overworked muscles before tracing back down the path they came.

When the phone starts ringing again, Aiden swears. “Dammit.” He slaps his cell from the nightstand without missing a beat.

“Hello?”

“Aiden!” I squeak as his dick slides deep. He swivels his hips against my ass, brushing against a spot inside that makes my muscles quiver.

“Really? Right now?” he grunts, resuming a leisurely glide. Shoving my hand between my body and the pillows, I strum the pad of my middle finger over my clit.

Aiden hides his grunt with a cough as I tighten around him. “Yeah. An hour? That sounds good.”

I rock back against him, chasing another orgasm. He shudders behind me, and his voice is unnaturally tight as he says, “Everyone’s okay though?”

The question stalls my movement.

Before I receive any verbal confirmation, Aiden chucks the phone onto the bed. Snaking his arm beneath mine, he gently grips my throat and yanks me upright onto my knees. His mouth hits my ear, low and urgent. “Bounce on my cock, baby. Help me finish.”

“Everything okay?”

His other hand dips between my legs and rubs my clit.

“Whitney’s having her baby. Jack says we’ve got an hour or so, and we’ve got to take care of Remy. But before we do that, I need to come, and I need you to come again.”

“I might not have another one in me.” The moan he rips from my throat belies the statement.

“I’m going to have a hell of a lot of fun trying.”

My thighs burn in the new position, spread wide with my calves outside of his. I play with my nipples as he surges into me, using the motion I showed him I liked on my clit. In two minutes flat, he proves me to be a liar as he rips another orgasm from me.

“That’s it, Isla, squeeze me.Fuck, you’re incredible.”

“Fill me, Aiden, please.” I tip my chin and kiss the stubble on the underside of his jaw. My hand curls around and cups his other cheek before sliding into his hair. “Come in my pussy.”

My words set him off and he comes with a guttural groan. The feeling of him throbbing sends mini shockwaves through my system.

“This feels like it should be illegal,” he pants, twisting my chin to kiss me sweetly. The contrast to the dirty things we just did is comical.

“Not behind closed doors, it isn’t. Now if you take me out in the street, we might get arrested.”

Aiden flips us, taking me carefully to my back in the bed. “We are never, ever testing that theory.”

My smile wavers. I hide it by kissing him.

He thinks we won’t test it because he’s possessive.

But I wonder if we’ll be together long enough for it to even matter.

An hour later,we’re walking hand in hand into the Fairview Valley Hospital maternity ward. It strikes me as I step foot off the elevator that in a few short months, I’ll be in this same exact place delivering my baby. There won’t be a waiting room full of eager family members and friends waiting patiently to meet the new little one.

More than likely, I’ll be totally alone.

That’s not right. I’ll have Juniper. My eyes meet hers across the room where she sits with Lee on one side and her brother Lincoln on the other. And maybe she’ll bring along one of the other girls. Surely, Whitney will be too busy with her kids, and so will Bree. Frankie might not want to support me after she learns that this entire relationship with Aiden was a ruse. Those two seem to have a special bond. Same with Cortney, being that she’s Aiden’s actual sister. I can count Nancy out. The reminder of the mess we made when Aiden claimed my baby as his hits hard. This family that has been nothing but kind to me over the last couple months is going to feel so blindsided and betrayed by the truth.

Aiden tugs my hand, my faltered steps holding back his advance. The fake smile I plaster on feels brittle. “Sorry, I got lost daydreaming.”

He scans my face, and I clock the moment he notices my mouth. He lingers there for a beat before returning to my eyes. “You good?”

“All good here, lover.” I bump my elbow against his. We appear to be the last to arrive, and our little private discussion is creating a spectacle.

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