Spike (3 page)

Just as we were about to take a shower together, because we’re environmentally responsible like that, Aidan’s phone rings.
Again
. He motions for me to answer it and carries on walking down the hallway, stripping his clothes as he goes.

“Hello.”

“Is this the number for Aidan Stone?” A male voice asks.

“Yes it is.”

“Can I speak with him?”

“Just a moment.” I cover the phone with my hand and yell out to Aidan. “Surprise, surprise, it’s for you.”

“Who is it?” he calls from the bedroom. I uncover the mouthpiece.

“Can I ask who’s calling please?” I ask sweetly.

“His father.”

The thud of the phone hitting the carpet brings me out of my trance. His father? The man who has been missing from Aidan’s life since he was a toddler?
Now
he wants to talk to him? This can’t be happening. Is this some sick joke?

I pick up the phone and with a shaky hand, disconnect the call, not knowing what else to do. I flop onto the couch as I try to handle the sudden surge of adrenaline pumping through my body. My heart pounds violently as the fear of what this means bounces around in my head.

“Who called?” Aidan asks, joining me on the couch. His fresh aftershave pulls my head out of the murky fog. How long have I been sitting here for? Did he just have a world-record speed shower?

“Um, they said they’d call back,” I say.

And I hope he doesn’t.

Aidan shrugs.

I can’t believe I just lied to him.
Right to his face
. Something I swore to myself I would never do.

But I know exactly why I’m doing it. It’s pure instinct. A protective measure. I’d had years of practice looking after my three younger brothers. When times get tough, you do anything to protect the ones you love, and I love Aidan, with every piece of me. I can’t let him get hurt by the one man capable of turning his world upside-down. He hasn’t been a part of Aidan’s life in forever. Even with his long absence, he’s still managed to hurt Aidan and his mother over and over.

I won’t let him do it again. Not when Aidan’s worked so hard to get where he is.

No child deserves a shit father, or even an absent one. But even with the absence of paternal guidance, it didn’t stop Aidan from becoming a man to admire, to be respected, and a person that anyone would be honoured to call a friend. Aidan fought all his life to become that man. Without his father.

I don’t know if I can stop him from talking to Aidan, but dammit if I’m not gonna try.

CHAPTER TWO

* AIDAN *

“Holy shit, Aidan. You asked her to move in with you? Bit early don’t ya think?” Connor spits into the phone.

“What, you’re a fuckin’ relationship expert now, huh? At least
my
girlfriend doesn’t carry my balls around in her purse.”

He chuckles. “Ha ha, fucker. Just as long as you’re ready to run to the store for tampons and other girly shit, and you don’t mind her wanting to know where you are every second of the day.”

Some girls are hard work, but not my Eevie. Yeah, she continues to drag information out of me on a daily basis, but it’s something I can’t help but love her for. I get a kick out of knowing the little things about her, and as quirky as it is, I like to tell her stuff about me.
Even though I act as if I don’t
. But I know, no matter how insignificant, Eevie cares about the little things: the bad habits, the childhood memories and fantasies. I’m stoked to have someone to share all that with.

“Not worried about a thing, mate.”

“Well, good luck with that. I’ll catcha next time I’m in town.”

“See ya, mate.” I put down the phone, and go back out the front of the house to unload yet
another
box of books from the back of my Ute. Is it normal for a chick to have this many romance novels?
My sexy little bookworm.

Today she’s here. All moved in. The stupid fucker of a smile I’m sporting hasn’t left my face. I don’t think it will anytime soon.

I’ll be the first one she’ll see when she opens those beautiful blue-green eyes of a morning. A taste of Eevie used to put me in the best fucking mood for days, walk-on-water kind of shit, but lately it’s not enough. Not nearly fucking enough.

Now there’ll be no more coming home to an empty house, because Eevie makes this place a home. No more jerking off when I can’t see her for a week. No more lying in bed thinking about her riding me, because that’s exactly what she’ll be doing
—
riding me into the sunset
.
No more waking up alone. I won’t be spooning my pillow, I’ll be spooning Eevie’s sexy arse.
Oh yeah
.

But I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve. This living-together shit is gonna be fun. Little does Eevie know I’m about to extend the ‘no clothes to bed’ rule to the whole damn house. Well, maybe the kitchen can be the exception. There are some precious bits I’d like to protect from hot splattering stuff on the stove. Especially with the way I cook.

****

This morning, Eevie is up before me for a change. She’s cramming for an exam, so she needs as much time as she can to prepare since I kept her away from it the last few days. I just couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her. Let’s call it our little way of ‘warming’ the house, and ensuring every room felt the love.

I move into the bathroom, and in a cloud of steam, Eevie steps out of the shower. Dripping … fucking … wet.
My favourite kind of Eevie
. Maybe moving in together wasn’t such a good idea. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to work on time again. And she thought I’d be the bad influence.

“Hey, sleepy-head,” she says as she leans her head to the side, drying her long, chocolate-brown hair. Teasing drops of water run down those perfect tits.

I shake my head. “And you think I’m fuckin’ distracting,” I say, palming my semi-hard cock.

Her eyes travel down my body, and a glorious smile creeps over her lips. It only makes me harder.

“This is why I need to get up and shower before you get outta bed, Eevie.”

“Surely we can exercise a bit of self-control.” She deliberately drops her towel before she finishes drying herself.
Tease.

“Yeah, you’d think that, but it goes out the window when I see you wet.” I press her up against the wall. She shivers as her bare skin comes into contact with the cold tiles. Before she gets a chance to try and talk me out of it, I slip a finger between her legs.

I’m gonna be late for work but right this second, touching her sweet wet pussy, I don’t give a fuck.

I move my finger in and out of her slowly, my palm massaging her clit. It renders her speechless, if only for a minute.
Yeah baby, you like that, don’t you?

“Aidan,” she says softly, tilting her head back against the wall. She closes her eyes, her long lashes fluttering.

“Uh-huh,” I say as I lean down and wrap my tongue around her hardened nipple. I move two fingers deep inside her, and her body shudders as her tight muscles wrap around them.

“Ahh, won’t you … be late?”

“Uh-huh,” I repeat. I seize the other nipple in my mouth, and delay what she wants by slowing down the pace. Her little moans and whimpers let me know she’s close.

She grabs my hard cock, squeezing and stroking it in her soft hand. “I want you inside me,” she says, breathless.

“Are we right now? You know, with the pill?”

“Good to go,” she says and smiles.

I turn her to face the wall, and she spreads her long legs. I position myself at her wet entrance and slide deep inside her. A guttural moan rises up through my chest as her heat surrounds me, tight muscles holding me firmly in place.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I say, low in my throat.
Incredible.

“Mmm, so do you.”

Man, I’ve gotta slow it down
. I imagine taking a cold shower to stop myself from coming like a horny teenager. I move slowly in and out as Eevie braces herself against the wall. Her ribs expand with each shallow breath.

“Harder,” she whispers, as if she’s afraid to ask. It’s about time she started telling me what she wants. She can be so shy sometimes when it comes to sex. Asking me to go harder? She doesn’t have to ask twice. If she wants more of my touch, more of me, then it’s another little part of my soul I’d happily give to her. Hell, she can take it all. The animal inside of her is coming out. Just when I thought our sex life couldn’t get any hotter.

I pump into her, harder and faster. When she calls out my name, her insides pulse around my cock. It only takes another thrust to come hard inside her. Gripping her hips tight, I close my eyes as I lose myself just that little bit more to the woman I adore.

Breathing heavily, I regretfully withdraw from her. Eevie turns and looks up at me through hooded eyes and sighs. I did that. I planted that satisfied look in those beautiful eyes.
I fucking love that I can do that to her
. I love
her
.

Her smile melts me from the inside out. Looking at her like this, she could ask anything of me and it would be hers. I meant it when I told her I’d do anything to protect her. Whatever it takes. No one is ever going to spoil the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

“That’s what I call a great start to the day,” she says, running her hand through my hair.

“Yeah. Unfortunately, the rest of the day is gonna be a letdown.” I lean into the shower and turn the tap on. “I better take a shower and get goin’.”

Eevie kisses me, tugging playfully on my lower lip with her teeth. “Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to share that shower, because I’ve gotten all dirty again.”

Christ. That’s gonna add another ten minutes.
The foreman on site will have my arse.

“Okay, but no rubbing up against me, touching me and stuff, otherwise …”

“Otherwise what?” she says, and then presses her lips together. She joins me under the hot water.

“Stop it, Eevie,” I warn, but a chuckle rumbles up my throat.

I can’t help myself around her. Yeah, sex is on my mind a lot, but how can I just finish having spontaneous fuck-her-up-against-the-wall sex and only minutes later want to do it again? You’ll never hear me complain. Ever. There’s a fucking lot to be said for good sex. And I don’t know whether it’s related or not, but my performance on the racetrack has never been so good.

Eevie throws her head back and laughs. “Are you trying to use reverse psychology on me?”

“Don’t get all smart on me, Miss Bookworm,” I tease as I run the soap bar over my body. I rinse off quickly before Eevie gets the chance to distract me more than she already has this morning. I kiss her loudly on the lips. “Good luck on your test, babe.”

“Thanks. I’ll be home around six,” she says as I get out and quickly dry myself.

****

“It’s not good enough, Aidan. You’ll have to fix the wall the young guy damaged putting the counter in. I’ve got painters coming in first thing tomorrow, so it needs to be done today.”

Perfect. And it’s already five o’clock. This client has dicked me around for weeks, and we had to work around all the other trades in a last minute rush. It’s no fucking wonder there was some damage. I just wanna get home, but if I tell him I’ll come back tomorrow, it’s only gonna get us in the shit.

“I’ll sort it now. Don’t stress. I’ll be back with some gear to patch it.”

When I drag myself through the door at seven, Eevie’s lying lengthways on the couch, and watching the news.

“Hey,” she whispers, as I crawl over the cushions, and slump on top of her.

“Hey you,” I say, breathing out, brushing my stubbly cheek in the crook of her neck. I kiss below her ear, and she jerks when I bite her earlobe. That always drives her crazy.

Eevie squirms beneath me, taking my head in her hands.

“Good day?” I ask, hoping she’s not too stressed about how she went on her exam.

“Yeah, it was a good day. Sorry, I haven’t found the energy to cook yet. I’m just wiped.”

“That’s fine, I’ve had a shit of a day. Let’s go out and get somethin’ easy for dinner.”

She sighs loudly and a wide smile stretches across her face. “That’s sounds perfect.”

****

We drive to May’s Thai, a restaurant not far from home. I’ve been here countless times on my own when I couldn’t be bothered cooking for one, but it’s been a while. At least I know I can rely on this place. It’s tried and tested.

“Mr Aidan. How are you?” May, the owner of the restaurant, greets me warmly at the door. I smile down at her. May leans her head right back to look up at me and playfully slaps me on the arm. “My cooking no good for you anymore?”

“No, May. Course not. I still love your cookin’.” Holding Eevie’s hand, I pull her through to the crowded entry. May looks Eevie up and down, narrowing her eyes.

She smiles wickedly and winks at me. “Oh, I see. You got lovely girl now, no room for old May.” She always stirs trouble with me. She can’t help herself, but she’s funny as shit.

I chuckle. “May, this is Eevie.”

“Hi, May,” Eevie says, and grins. Eevie offers her hand, and May takes it with both of hers and shakes.

“Eevie, this boy is one of my favourites. You very lucky.”

“Yes, May, I am,” Eevie says, and smiles at me.

“Good girl.” May nods, and takes two menus from the counter. “Let’s get you a nice table, yes?”

We follow May as she weaves through the crowded restaurant, and seats us in the far back corner. Eevie’s happy for me to order, so I pick some of my favourite dishes, which I know she’ll like, and a couple of beers. After the day we’ve had, we both need one.

May rushes off to the kitchen with our order.

“The exam go okay?” I ask.

“Yeah. I think I covered everything well,” Eevie says.

“That’s good. I thought you might’ve been worried about it.”