Love in Country (De La Fuente Family #4)(37)
Sighing heavily, I pull my stepmother into my arms and kiss the top of her head. “Lucia, I don’t think it’s as easy as just talking to Rae. You know your son, and you know that he doesn’t make decisions lightly. No one is going to be able to change his mind. I think you just need to let it play itself out.”
“No.” She pushes away and starts up with the pacing again.
“She isn’t welcome here anymore.” She turns on her heel and heads back inside.
I rub at my brow, a headache brewing with all the damn tension around here.
Diego can sort his own mess out from now on, although I have a feeling that he doesn’t know there’s anything to sort out as of yet.
19
FOUR WEEKS LATER ~ SARAH
It feels good to finally be able to move my arm without having to catch my breath due to shooting pain. The cast is still a hindrance, but lighter than I expected.
Aiden has been amazing and has hinted at every opportunity that we need to be living together so that he can be here for me. I know that I’m holding out and that it’s started to cause Aiden some concern, but I really do want to take everything slow this time around. The last time was slow too, but once we got together thing progressed so fast, making my head spin, and it hasn’t really stopped.
Putting the last of the dishes away, I glance into the living room and meet Aiden’s gaze. I shooed him out so that I could finish up alone, but he’s always watching me to make sure I’m okay. It has been difficult getting around with only being able to use one arm, but I manage.
“Sarah, come and sit.” He pats the seat beside him. “Please…”
I laugh and join him on the sofa. “You don’t need to beg, honey. I love sitting with your arms around me.”
“I thought I was annoying you,” Aiden comments into my hair.
I shake my head. “You know I’ll ask if I need help. I just need to keep my independence.”
“I know. It’s just difficult standing by watching you struggle.” Aiden rearranges us so that he’s spread out on the sofa with his head on the arm and me resting between his spread thighs, my back to his chest.
“What’s bothering you?” he asks, my heart drops.
I’ve wanted to talk to him for over a day now and haven’t known how to tell him…ask him, but I guess I’m going to have to now.
“Greg has a work function in Dallas coming up, and he’s asked if I’d be willing to go with him. Be on his arm for the night.” Aiden stills behind me, so I rush on, “Greg will be getting Matthew and you a ticket as well, so it isn’t as though I’d be going off with him. You’d be with me. Sharing my room.”
Aiden tightens his arms around me. “Sarah, it’s okay, babe. Greg has already talked to me about it. He’s planning on coming out during the event.”
“What?” I’m surprised because he never mentioned that to me.
“Why do you think he’s taking Matthew as well? He doesn’t want to hide anymore.”
“Wow. I didn’t see that coming.” I shake my head and laugh. “So I had nothing to worry about with asking you about it, did I? You already knew.”
“I already knew, but you needn’t have worried.” He kisses my shoulder. “I love you, Sarah, and I know you love me and want to be with me. Please don’t worry about mentioning Greg, and or, Matthew in the future, okay?”
I nod and sigh when he kisses the top of my head.
“Now…this,” Aiden continues, “feels amazing. Holding you in my arms, being able to touch you.” He caresses my hips with his large hands. “Just having you this close makes my blood thrum through my body. You basically drive me nuts.” He chuckles.
I wiggle against him and the groan he releases, along with the hard ridge of his erection pressing into me, tells me just what my closeness does to him.
“Mmm, you feel what you do to me.” He arches his hips.
“Touch me, Aiden.”
He pauses and then sits me up, tugging my t-shirt and bra off before he pushes my yoga pants and panties down my hips. I kick them the rest of the way off, and then I remember the doors…
“Settle, I’ve locked both doors with the deadbolts. No one is getting in unless we let them in.” Aiden kisses my naked shoulder and pulls me back against his chest. “Spread your legs over mine. I want you open to me.”
His breathing gets heavy as I feel his gaze on my breasts and further down as his finger skims over my mound.
“Your skin is so soft…smooth, and look”—he lightly caresses over my chest with the back of his fingers—“goose bumps erupt where I’ve touched.” He lightly tweaks my nipples. “And these are rock hard.”
“Mmm, just like something that’s currently poking me in the ass.”
He chuckles, tugging on my nipples again, causing pleasure to erupt between my spread thighs. “That’s all because of you, baby.”
In a light caress, his fingers spread over my pelvis and start to press between my legs, rubbing around my clit. He travels further toward the opening to my core and teases with a finger.
“So wet for me,” he breathes the words into my ear. “Just touching you gets me so worked up, I’m surprised I don’t always come in my pants.”