“No,” Aaron answered shortly.
A mischievous grin crossed Carter’s face as he looked from Aaron to me and back to his brother again. “And you probably want me to leave so you can do what it is you did to make the baby in the first place, huh?”
“Get out,” Aaron growled, pushing a laughing Carter back toward the doorway.
“Night, Patience. Oh and congratulations!”
“Goodnight, Carter. Thank you!” I waved, laughing.
Aaron stopped shortly. “There is one more thing.”
I stopped, hearing the seriousness Aaron’s tone had taken on, wondering what he was about to say.
“After the accident … when we were kids and all of the years since. I owe you an explanation.” Aaron cleared his throat. “I blamed almost everyone and everything for that night, especially you. I’m …”
“Are you actually apologizing?”
“Go easy on my husband, Carter. It’s the second apology he’s dishing out in one night. It’s tough on him,” I said, again over Aaron’s shoulder.
Carter grinned at me then looked back to Aaron, shaking his head. “None needed. We were kids and you had a lot of shit to deal with. We’re brothers, that’s all that counts.” He held his hand up and Aaron grasped it. Both men pulled one another into a one arm hug and a tear escaped my eye, landing midway down my cheek.
Before I knew it, Carter was gone and Aaron had spun me around, pressing my back to the door, his lips hovering just above mine.
Reaching up, I pushed few strands of his dark hair away from his face. “I’m so proud of you.”
“It’s not me.” He dipped his head, crushing his lips to mine. The kiss was relentless, powerful, and all consuming, just the way Aaron was. He moved from my lips to kissing down toward my ear. “You make me want to be better. You always have,” he whispered in my ear, before ripping the running shorts and cotton panties I wore down over my hips.
Making quick work of undoing his own belt buckle and button of his pants, he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down. His erection sprang out, tapping my belly. Aaron bent low, lifting me below the knees to wrap my legs around his waist.
My head fell against the door as soon as he entered me in one swift move. My hips bounced off of his as he pounded into me.
“I haven’t been inside of you in seven fucking days!” He grunted angrily, obviously taking his frustration out on my sex.
“I-it should’ve b-been longer!” I retorted. I was just too much of a wimp to have held out the entire three weeks I went barely speaking to him.
In response, Aaron lowered his head and bit my earlobe as he surged forward with his hips again.
“Don’t fucking die while having this baby,” he implored, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck.
I nodded. “O-okay,” I moaned out.
My orgasm overtook me just as quickly as my husband had. I dug my nails into his cloth-covered back, gripping as my orgasm rang out every muscle in my body. Aaron pulled my head back by my hair, slanting his lips over mine and kissing the life out of me while he came.
Breathing became an afterthought.
For a long while we panted loudly, still standing at our front door, struggling for much needed oxygen.
Once our breathing regulated, we stood there, wrapped in one another’s arms, my legs still around Aaron’s waist. I had just begun to silently thank my family for taking the children when Andreas made his presence known.
“He always knows,” Aaron growled, slowly pulling back. “He’s got a fucking sonar or something.”
I started to giggle, but it was cut off on a moan when he pulled his still semi-erect cock from my body.
“Hold that thought.” Taking step back, he pulled his pants up and rebuttoned them.
I picked up the shorts and panties he’d discarded moments earlier and began to put them back on.
“What the hell are you doing?”
