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“Jessie, you need to leave.” His words come out harsh. He turns her around and guides her to the door.
I’ve heard enough, so I grab the beers and walk out to the pool. I recline on the lounger. I don’t have any doubt that Aiden is telling the truth. I watch him walk out the back door. He’s still running his hands through his hair, his expression serious. I feel bad for him, but I’m still too upset to comfort him. He comes over and lies down beside me, rolling onto his side, resting his head on his hand.
“I’m sorry, Addison.” His voice sounds strangled. I roll over so we’re facing each other. He takes his other hand and brushes loose pieces of hair behind my ear. “Are you mad?” he asks, looking down.
I take a deep breath, exhaling quickly. “I’m upset you didn’t warn me about a psycho ex-girlfriend,” I say sarcastically.
He shakes his head. “She is not an ex-girlfriend,” he says in a thick voice.
“An ex-fuck then. So exactly how long was this arrangement?” He winces.
He rolls onto his back, bringing his arms behind his head, staring up to the sky. “I met Jessie the second year I moved in, so eight or nine years ago. She’s from here. I already told you about how the guys and myself would come here to fix up the house and have parties. The local girls would all come over and party with us. Jessie and I would hook up whenever I was here,” he explains. He rolls back over, facing me. “But I always told her that I didn’t want anything serious. She agreed. I mean, hell, I don’t even live here. I don’t know when her expectations changed, but when I left, I definitely didn’t promise her anything.” He cups my neck. “Addison, please say you believe me.”
I sigh. “I believe you.” He pulls me in for a kiss, but I pull back, “What the hell did you think was so funny when I was about to kick her ass?”
He chuckles. “Mmm… I love when you get feisty. When you get mad, it’s seriously sexy.” He wags his eyebrows. I laugh, shaking my head. Forcing me down to his lips, he kisses me softly, “I love you. Only you.” His low, sexy voice causes my body to tremble. He rolls me on top of him. I can feel his arousal on my stomach.
“Good. But if she shows up with a baby claiming it’s yours, I’m going to kick her ass.” I smirk as I thread my fingers through his hair.
“Don’t fucking say that,” he says, his voice turning serious. “That isn’t even funny.”
“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s seems a little unhinged,” I explain. If he thinks she’s just going to go back into the hole she crawled out of, he doesn’t understand women. I just hope we’re gone by the time she thinks of her next move. Now that I know about her, I’ll be keeping my eyes open and my gun close by.
“I’m done talking about her.” He slides his fingers down my ass, under my swimsuit. As his fingers slip between my folds, thoughts of anything other than what those glorious fingers are about to do to me leave my head.
Aiden is done talking. He lets his body tell me everything he needs to say. We fall asleep sated and naked in each other’s arms back in his bedroom. I definitely didn’t need my pajamas.
Chapter Forty-six
Aiden
I’M WOKEN UP with Addison’s beautiful mouth on my cock. “Oh, sweetheart. That feels fucking awesome,” I growl. I can see her head bobbing up and down under the sheet. She moans.
What the fuck?
I bolt up, hearing my dick pop out of her mouth as I lift the sheets. Jessie sits up smiling at me, wiping her mouth. “Where the hell is—” The bedroom door opening interrupts me. Addison walks in. My chest tightens at the look on her face. She shuffles back a couple steps as she gasps. I grab the sheet, covering myself, jumping out of bed in a panic.
“Addison, it’s not what you think,” my voice shaking as I plead. I grab her hands, but she flinches from my touch. She shakes her head, holding up a finger. This can’t be happening. She has to understand that this isn’t my fault. She goes to say something, but stops. Her lips twist. My eyes plead with hers for understanding.
“Baby, you don’t need to explain to her what we’re doing in our own room. She’s the one walking in on us!” Jessie exclaims, her voice reminding me that she’s still in the room. My jaw clenches as I grind my teeth. Addison turns to walk over to her bag. She can’t leave. I look around the floor for a pair of shorts. Finding them, I put them on quickly. I need to stop her from leaving. She has to let me explain first.
Jessie screams. I whip around to see why the she’s screaming.
Fuck! “Addison, put the gun down,” I command.
“Aiden! She’s going to shoot me!” Jessie screams, running behind me. A fleeting thought that I should just leave and let her shoot Jessie runs through my mind. Shaking that thought from my head, I look at Addison. Her eyes narrow as the gun is pointed at me now. I’m having a déjà vu moment. At least this time I’m not worried she’s going to hurt herself. Now, Jessie, I’m a little concerned for.
“Addison, she’s not worth it,” I say quietly, taking a step toward her. She’s standing stock-still as I inch my way to her. I can hear Jessie’s whimpers behind me. “Sweetheart, please don’t do this.” She looks to Jessie and then to me. I move in front of the gun, pressing it to my chest. Moving my hands slowly to the gun, never breaking eye contact, I wrap my hand around hers. “Please.” I beg her. She loosens her grasp on the gun, allowing me to take it from her. I pull her into my chest, pressing my lips to her hair repeating, “I’m so sorry.” She stands with her arms straight down, not touching me. There’s a feeling of emptiness inside me, fearing I’ve lost her. I hold her tighter willing her to touch me.
“Oh, thank God you got the gun, Aiden.” Jessie exhales quickly. “Keep a hold of her and I’ll the call the police.” I hear her fumbling for something behind me. Her voice sends a stabbing pain through me.
I spin around finding Jessie with her phone in her hand. The heat of pure hatred runs through my body. I stick the gun in my waistband so I don’t accidently use it. “Get the fuck out of my house, Jessie,” I grind the words out through gritted teeth. Her eyes widen as they gloss over.
“If you ever come into my house again, I’ll have you arrested. If you come near Addison or me, I’ll file a restraining order. Get. Out. Now,” I roar as my control slips. She jumps at the sound of my voice. She stumbles around, grabbing her clothes before running out of the room. I hear the front door slam closed. I turn back to Addison reaching for her.
“Don’t,” she says in a strangled voice as she puts her hand up. She walks out of the room. I follow her into the living room.
“Addison, please, let me explain,” I demand. “I didn’t even hear her come into the bedroom. For fuck’s sake, I thought it was you!”
