Wild Chance (Wild Irish Universe)(19)

“Aedan, please don’t worry.”

“Let me grab a warm towel….”

As he eased to the edge of the bed, Mona caught his hand, braced her palm into his chest and eased him back into the pillows. “Would you stop?”

The fear she saw in his eyes broke her heart. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while, so I would have been sore no matter what you did.” She kissed him softly. “I promise.”

Aedan sighed and returned the kiss while wrapping his arms around her. She melted into his body, then cuddled her head beneath Aedan’s chin and inhaled. In that silence, Aedan caressed her bare shoulders and back, his work roughened touch making her body heat.

In that instant, she was cherished and—dare she say, loved?

“Hungry?” Aedan asked.

“Mhmm.” She dragged her hand over his tattooed covered chest, down the cross between her pecs then across. She stopped momentarily to tug against the bar in his right nipple.

“Do you know how good it feels to have you play with that?” He asked.

Mona Lisa giggled and hooked her nail under it and pushed.

“Damn!” Aedan groaned. “Are—you—hungry?”

“Very.” She tweaked the nipple bar.

Aedan moaned. “I’m trying to get your mind off—shit, baby. You said you were sore. I’m trying to behave but you’re driving me crazy.”

“I am.” She replaced her fingers on his piercing with her tongue. After a lick and a suck, she smiled at him. “But do you know how sexy you are? The answer to if I want you again, is never no.”

He brushed his lips gently across her forehead. “And what about food?”

“Can wait…”

Aedan grinned. “Let me go to the bathroom first.”

Though disappointed, Mona rolled away from him and watched as he climbed out of bed and hopped into the bathroom. He didn’t take long but soon he returned and was heading for his prosthetic.

“No, give your leg a break,” Mona said.

“But…”

“No buts, Aedan. Get into this bed.”

Aedan bowed his head for a moment but not before she saw the smile that grazed his lips. He hopped back to the bed and climbed in. She took that moment to climb astride him and leaned in for a kiss. “My body is burning, Aedan and you’re the only person who can save me.”

“Mmm, I bet you say that to all the boys.”

“Only the stunningly sexy ones.”





Chapter Seven


Aedan lingered on his way to Pat’s. His heart hammered inside his chest as he mulled around with what he would say to the Collins about his leg. It shouldn’t be something that terrified him, but Aedan didn’t want pity. He didn’t want to see the look of utter sorrow in their eyes as he explained it all. He’d gotten enough of that from the nurses at the hospitals he’d had to suffer through over the years.

While he was with Mona, the leg situation had all but disappeared. With her, he was whole. She didn’t care about his limitations—hell, in her bed it didn’t seem as though she believed he had any. He welcomed that, wanted to cherish that for as long as she would let him.

He parked the motorcycle beside a black sports car and removed his helmet. For a moment, he simply remained there, mentally going through the events in his life brought him to that moment. With the sun warming him to the core, he allowed his mind to swim back to Mona—the woman who had given herself to him. Her faith in him, her trust in him was sexier than anything else he’d ever had with a woman.

The past weekend as the happiest he’d ever been.

A honking car pulled him from his thoughts and he glanced around in time to see a car running a red light. He frowned, climbed off the cycle and made his way up to the front door to Pat’s Aedan was barely in the door before Killian stepped into the bar from the back. He waved and made his way over to the bar and hopped onto a stool.

“Hey,” Killian said. “You’ve been scarce. I went by your place to see if you wanted to come hang with Tristan and I, but you weren’t there.”

“Yeah—sorry. I’ve been spending some time with Mona. The weekend was just her and I. Is Kiera around?”

Killian raised his hands. “Whoa. Hold up. No changing the subject. You spent the entire weekend with her?”

“Yeah. Surprised me too. But I didn’t want to leave.”

“Are you serious about this woman?”

Aedan thought about the question carefully before nodding. “I am—I want to be. She makes me happy. She doesn’t judge. I’ve opened myself to her, parts of myself I haven’t even told you guys about.”

“I see.”

“I’m sorry. It’s not like I don’t trust you—It’s—it became easier to hide.”

“No, I get it.” Killian shook his head. “You’re grown. You haven’t been here in a few years. I’m under no delusions that we know everything about your life. You—you don’t know everything about mine.” Killian set a shot of tequila in front of him. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m riding…”

“Trust me, Cal. When I tell you what I want to, you’re gonna need that. As a matter of fact…” Killian poured a second shot and set it beside the first.