Baird’s expression softened to tenderness, his words gruff as he replied, “Aye, you better fuckin’ believe it. Yours for life, Maia MacLeod soon-to-be McMillan.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
BAIRD
If Maia consumed most of my thoughts before she admitted she loved me, the woman was now my full-blown obsession. We were only three weeks out from the wedding, and I was the happiest I’d ever been in my life.
She loved me back.
I’d convinced myself I’d be happy with Maia’s love, even if she never quite loved me as much as I loved her, but I would have been wrong. Because knowing Maia was as crazy about me as I was about her was the most euphoric fucking feeling in the world, and I couldn’t have settled for less in the end. If I’d done anything right in this life, it was being loved by Maia. What bloke wouldn’t feel like a champion if Maia MacLeod fell in love with him?
We had more photoshoots to do for Pennington’s and then it would be the wedding. I was itching to marry Maia. To be able to call her my wife. Fuck, it made me hard just thinking about it. Since I thought about it regularly, we seemed to spend most of our free time having sex. Since my fiancée felt safe with me, she also felt safe to experiment,and I was having a lot of fun trying out different positions with her.
It was Sunday morning. Maia had no work, I had no training, and there was no Pennington’s video shoot to do. We’d gone out with our friends last night, but our evening abruptly ended when the paps showed up to follow us from dinner to the nightclub. I was looking forward to that bullshit being over with. We’d gotten in a taxi and asked it to drive around to shake them off before we returned to my flat where our friends were waiting for us. It was a chill night, and Maia ended up falling asleep before Callan and Beth had even left.
That morning, I’d woken her so she could help me with my Sunday morning glory. An hour later we were still at it, both of us dripping with sweat, skin flushed, while I had Maia positioned on her back, legs straight up and then crossed at the ankles, resting on my shoulders. As I sunk my cock into her tight, wet heat, the angle meant I hit her G-spot every time. Maia’s face was screwed up in pleasure, her lips parting on cries that grew louder and louder as her fingers clenched the pillow behind her head.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” I encouraged roughly, holding tight to my own orgasm because I wanted her to come first. I grunted loudly because Maia liked it loud.
She cried out hoarsely as I pushed her toward climax.
“That better be Maia, wee bro, or I am going to kill you!” my sister’s voice screeched like a banshee. It was worse than a cold fucking shower.
Maia’s eyes flew wide, and she promptly slapped her hands over her face in mortification.
It took me a second to process what the bloody hell was happening.
“Ains?” I barked.
“Aye! Maia texted me yesterday and told me she was going to be at her dad’s this morning!” I could hear my sister’s voice trembling with anger. “So, who is up there with you?”
The fucking mezzanine. I glared over my shoulder where my bedroom balustrade was. Thankfully, Ainsley couldn’t see us. But she’d heard us!
“Are you serious?” I yelled. “You barge into my flat and then accuse me of cheating on My!”
“Well, excuse me for letting myself in with the key you gave me! I thought we could go for breakfast!” There was real emotion in her voice, and despite my frustration I turned back to Maia who was peeking at me between her fingers.
“Will you tell her it’s you, please?”
Maia groaned in embarrassment but removed her hands from her face. Squeezing her eyes closed, she yelled out, “It’s me, Ainsley! Sorry for the confusion!”
“I’ve lost my fucking hard-on,” I muttered grumpily, pulling out of Maia.
Maia giggled. At least she was amused.
Ainsley called back up, “Thank God!”
Right. That was it.
“Where are you going?” Maia sat up, her breasts trembling with the movement.
I stared at her forlornly, cursing my sister to hell for interrupting what was about to be a spectacular orgasm for us both. I’d already pulled on my joggers and was reaching for a tee.
“To kill my sister.”
“Bear!” Maia tried to reach for me, but I was gone, taking the spiral staircase down to themain floor.
Ainsley stood at the kitchen island and gave me a sheepish grimace. “Sorry.”
