Jackson shook his head and glanced away, hiding his smile.
“Tried to warn you,” Daniel said as the two women began to go at him.
“She’s an independent woman. I still work,” Harper said as Kristen simultaneously cried. “I’ve started my own business now. I’m living in the United States and married.”
Aidan held up his hands.
“Sorry. God. My bad.”
“And they aren’t married,” Harper said, shooting Daniel a look.
“Let me explain one last time, my darling wife. I am not in charge of my brother’s marital status. Hunter will propose, I repeat. Hunterwill proposewhen he is good and ready.”
“You girls need to stop hounding him. The more you do, the less likely he is to do it.” Jackson shrugged.
“But he loves her.” Harper sighed.
“Don’t marry a romance author,” Daniel said over his wife’s head and got an elbow in his side for it.
“I’m in no hurry, no matter what career she has.” Aidan laughed.
Then Kristen and Harper began reeling off names of women they could match him with.
He ignored them because it was unlikely they would be his type. He was a true dominant, and the submissives he met—and fucked—at the sex club he visited frequently were all businesswomen looking for relief from being in charge.
Aidan was looking for a rare unicorn.
Which is why, when he met Lily at Logan's engagement party, his cock had sat right up and screamedhello, gorgeous.
The blushing beauty could barely look at him. When she had, those cheeks went dark pink and giggles poured from her, making him want to grip her throat and find out if her pussy was the same color.
It didn’t matter that Emma and his brother had warned him away from her, Aidan had already decided he’d be fucking her this week.
End of story.
The way they left things, he knew that pussy would be wet and ready for what he had planned for it. Then he would taste his little peach again.
This time, all of her.