“Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent? No. But if it gets out, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, but I’m not giving you up.”
I launched myself at him, our lips meeting in a quick, passionate kiss. When we parted, he said, “Go have fun. Make friends with some other boys. I’ll even park myself at the bar with Ewen and Slone, and watch my boy shake his sexy ass on the dance floor.”
“I’m a terrible dancer,” I grumbled.
“Arguing with Daddy will get you nowhere, baby boy,” he growled against my mouth, lust shooting through my veins like lightning.
Again.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered.
“That means everything’s going according to plan.”
“What plan?”
He flipped me onto my back, wedging himself between my thighs.
“The plan to make you forget there are better men out there for you than me.”
“Oh. That plan,” I chuckled, and he tickled me until I gasped for air, wrapping my legs around his waist.
We flipped and rolled around the bed until we fell into one another, losing ourselves to the rush of pleasure that was always there between us, pulsing beneath the surface.
TWENTY-NINE
SASHA
When I woke the next morning, Aiden had left already. I scrubbed my hands over my face. I fucking hated waking up without him. In a perfect world, we’d fall asleep in each other’s arms every night after losing ourselves in each other, only to repeat the process when we woke up the next morning.
And some mornings we got that chance.
They were too few and far between for my liking, though.
I wanted more.
Fuck. I wanted it all.
I wanted to shout from the rooftops so everyone would know he was my boy.
I wanted to wake up with him every morning and go to sleep with him every night.
But more than that, I wanted all the minutes in between to be mine as well.
Hawk whined. I looked at him. He nosed my phone, and a moment later, it buzzed on the nightstand where I left it to charge. Which meant it had buzzed at least once before.
“That’s gotta wait, buddy.”
I patted Hawk on the head as I climbed from the bed. I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth. When I came back, I grabbed my phone. A text notification and another from EDGE’s app appeared on the screen when I opened my phone, smiling at the one and only photo I had of Aiden.
A black-and-white picture I took in this very room. I’d been leaning back against the bed’s headboard. Aiden had his mouth wrapped around my cock. Not that anyone could tell from the angle. The hand not holding the phone, I had fisted in his long, strawberry blond hair. The muscular expanse of his back stretched out between my thighs, narrowing at the waist and hips.
All that had been amazing enough to capture the shot, but that wasn’t what prompted me to take the photo. I caught the little brat humping the mattress and I popped that luscious, pert bubble butt, leaving the perfect outline of my hand on his ass cheek. The black and white photo didn’t capture it well, but I knew it was there.
I loved that damn picture so much I made it my phone’s home screen. Aiden noticed it and demanded I share it with him, so I sent it to him through EDGE’s messaging app. The next message I received from Aiden showed he’d turned a cropped version of the same photo into his profile picture. Something he’d done to it made the handprint almost glow.
Ignoring the text, I pulled up the notification from EDGE to see a message from Aiden. The great thing about EDGE’s app was
