Page 17 of If You Could Only Imagine
I never thought I was the type of woman who enjoyed sexual pain but knowing that the uncomfortable moments stemmed from riding such a big dick and not that he got off on pain, made it more pleasurable than I thought possible.
I mean, what girl didn’t love a big dick?
I sat up and groaned at the aches and pains in my body. Aiden Buchanan was better than any workout on the market. I knew my clothes were no longer wearable and so I got up, and walking over to Aiden’s closet, I pulled out a random t-shirt and put it on. It came down to my knees, and that was good enough for me. As I went to walk towards the bathroom, I took a second look and noticed a lot of orange in his closet.
Who in the hell likes the color orange?
I shook off that question and went into the bathroom. After taking care of business, I washed my hands and searched for a spare toothbrush. I found one, and after brushing my teeth and washing my face, I headed out to go find Aiden. I know he said he wanted to keep me around for the entire weekend, but now that our lust had been sated, it was probably best if I went home again.
I walked out of the hallway, and heading into the kitchen, I wasn’t prepared for the sight I saw.
Aiden was standing up against the sink counter with a mug in his hands, shirtless and wearing nothing but pajama pants. I’d seen him plenty naked last night, but the sight still made my breath hitched.
But that’s not what had me hesitant. The sight of two masculine bodies sitting on the stools around the kitchen island is what brought me up short.
My steps faltered, but my feet started working again when Aiden’s eyes met mine. “Hey, babe,” he greeted, smiling as if I woke up in his home every morning.
The two bodies sitting down, simultaneously, twisted in their seats to look at me and smiled.
I did stop in my tracks then.
Holy Mary Mother of God.Why would Goddothat to the female population?
I mean, I knew who they were, what with mine and Kelly’s internet stalking last week, but pictures did nothing to prepare a person for the live, living version of the Buchanan Twins. And, Sweet Baby Jesus, their smiles came with dimples. Deep, long, indented, lickable dimples.
Jesus Christ.
“And who do we have here?” the twin in green asked, all smiles, cool and charming.
“Knock it off, Michael,” Aiden growled.
“Now, why would he want to knock it off, Aid,” asked-who I now know to be-Gabriel Buchanan. His hand gestured up and down at me. “I mean, look at her. Who wouldn’t want to know who she is?”
Aiden kept his eyes on me when he answered his brother. “You want to know who she is?”
“Hell, yeah,” they said in unison.
“Mine,” Aiden answered. “She’s mine. That’s who she is, and that’s her name.”
Michael smirked and turned in his seat to look at his older brother. “Her name is Mine?”
Aiden straightened and set his mug down on the counter. “Her name is Denise I Belong To Aiden Buchanan.”Oh my god, was he for real? How old was he??
Gabriel turned back to his brother. “That’s hell on a business card, don’tcha think?”
I finally snapped out of my Buchanan induced trance. I walked into the kitchen and leaned up against the end of the island. “It’s actually Denise Hart,” I clarified for the twins.
“Denise Hart. Hmm,” Gabriel said, tasting my name on his lips.
Michael cocked his head. “Not as catchy as Denise I Belong To Aiden Buchanan, but a nice name nonetheless,” he said.
I stared at the two identical faces of perfection for ten seconds before I started laughing.
Jesus!Could these kids be anymore adorable?
I bet they were hell on the females who were blessed enough to encounter them.
“They just stopped by for some brotherly quality time,” Aiden muttered behind me.
