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Aisling raked her nails down my back, gripping my waist with her soft thighs. She dragged her fingertips up to the back of my head, pulling me down for a heated kiss with flashes of tongue that nudged me closer to finishing. She was so effortlessly sexy, able to work me up with just a smile or a suggestive statement.
I sped up my pace, getting us closer and closer to that peak of pleasure that we were dying for. It was so damn close, and I could feel how tense she was getting. She was already primed for her second orgasm.
“So. Fucking. Good,” I gritted out as I pounded into her, pushing her into the couch cushions.
Aisling breathlessly nodded, her lips parting with faint, needy sounds. She tugged on my hair as she lifted her hips, her eyes nearly rolling back as I hit the angle that she needed. My name rang out from her lips as a second orgasm took hold, leaving her with a weak moan and light trembling.
I slammed into her one more time before spilling inside of her, my forehead pressing to hers as I caught my breath. Bliss crackled through me like electricity, sapping whatever leftover energy I had left.
“You’re killing me. In the best way possible,” I told her.
A tired smile crossed Aisling’s face as she lazily stroked my hair.
“Good,” she murmured before a conflicted look filled her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her.
Aisling shrugged.
“I’ve been having such a good time with everyone. And everyone’s been so nice to me besides… Bradley. I’m so tired of the tension between us,” she admitted.
I frowned, able to tell how much it was bothering her. Unfortunately, no one could force Bradley to lighten up. He was a tough dude, but if anyone could get past his defenses, it was her. I knew that he wanted a family, and she could give him that.
“You should talk to him. Alone,” I told her. “Make him talk.”
Aisling nodded after a moment, her expression softening.
I slipped my arms under her and picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Once we were both done, I took her to bed, pulling the covers over both of us as I laid behind her and curled my arm over her.
“Get some sleep,” I whispered near her ear.
Aisling didn’t answer, and it took me a few seconds to realize that she had already dozed off.
With a smile on my face, I pressed my forehead against the back of her head and closed my eyes, slipping into a deep sleep with my last thought being of her and how I never wanted to let her go.
Chapter14
Aisling
After days of waiting for the best opportunity, I finally saw it. All of the guys besides Bradley were gone on a run because he suffered a hand injury from… what I could only guess was a brawl.
There was a cut on his top lip, but of course, he didn’t say anything about it to me. He didn’t say a word to me, but that was all changing today.
Right now.
As I sat on the couch with one of my romance books in my hands, I watched Bradley head to the office over the top of the page. He probably thought I was going to steer clear of him like usual, but that wouldn’t be the case today. He was mine.
I tossed my book on the coffee table and trailed him, nervously adjusting the strap of my light gray tank top that was paired with my black fleece shorts.
My socked feet lightly padded against the wooden floor, keeping myself undetected as I watched him walk down the stairs into the small office where the guys kept their “business” files.
Bradley stood at the desk with his back to me, glancing at some paperwork until one of the floorboards creaked beneath my feet. He spun around to face me just as I lunged into the room and shut the door behind me, locking it for good measure.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked with narrowed eyes as he stepped toward me.
I pressed my back flat against the door as I glared up at him, refusing to stand down. I had a good relationship with all of the other guys but him.
Before the baby came, I wanted to be on good terms with all of them. The naive part of me thought that there was possibly a chance that they would want me to stay with them. I had to try, right?