Page 82 of Aaron's Patience

When he lowered his head and bit my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and moaning as he came inside of me, I knew too, that we had indeed made another baby that day.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Aaron

Holding the car door open, I took my wife’s hand and helped her out. I heard my parents’ front door open.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

An excited thrill moved through me as the children ran to us screaming. Kennedy caught Patience around her legs first, nuzzling her face against her stocking-clad legs. Kyle was in my arms before I even realized it.

“Did you guys have fun?” Patience asked.

“I’m a girl, not a guy, Mommy!” Kennedy informed, causing Patience to giggle.

“I’m sorry, baby. Did you guy andgirlhave fun?”

“Yeah! I read grandmother a story. She never heard ofWhere the Wild Things Are.” Kennedy sounded truly amazed that her grandmother had never heard of her favorite book. My mother was lying, of course, having read the book to me as a child many times while I recuperated in the hospital.

“How about you, son?” I asked Kyle, placing him down on his feet.

“Grandfather took me fishing.” He told us all about their fishing trip, which was really just a walk out to the lake that rested out behind Townsend Manor.

My mother waited patiently at the door for our arrival. She greeted Patience with a kiss on the cheek and a cheerful grin.

“I truly wish the children could join us for the rest of the evening,” my mother stated, frowning. Our family dinner had turned into more of a business dinner with a few of my father’s associates showing up. The children would be kept with a nanny in a separate part of the house while the adults mingled.

Once inside, I helped remove Patience’s light jacket. My mouth watered at the sight of her brown, bare shoulders due to the sleeveless dress she wore. It cinched at her waist, flared a little at the hips that had grown deliciously from bearing my children, and stopped an inch above the knee. I ran my eyes up her body and my frown deepened at the sight of the Burberry scarf she wore to hide the marks I’d left behind after the previous day’s events.

“Stop it,” she hissed in a whisper.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Looking at me like that. You’re insatiable.”

The left side of my mouth kicked up and I pulled her to me, laying my hand firmly against her abdomen, bending down low so only she could hear me. “Only for you, and don’t you fucking forget it,” I growled, nipping at her earlobe. She gasped and pulled away from me, throwing daggers my way with those sepia eyes. My grin grew.

“I’ll be damned. I think that might be a genuine smile.”

If it was, it surely morphed into a frown at the sound of Tyler’s voice as he approached. Reluctantly, I pulled my gaze from my wife to my youngest brother.

“Tyler,” Patience greeted. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m doi–” His movement toward her along with his words were cut off by my hand to his chest.

“Don’t get too close.”

Tyler blinked his hazel-green eyes my way.

“Uncle Ty! Uncle Ty!” the children returned from the living room shouting.

Despite the fact that he was wearing a suit, Tyler bent low, scooping both Kyle and Kennedy in his arms. They shrieked with laughter. He placed the children down just as Diego entered, to which he greeted his oldest nephew with a secret handshake just between them.

“He’s so good with them. Maybe we should let him babysit more often.”

I cut my eyes to my wife. “That’s because he’s a child himself. And we’re not leaving my children alone with him.”

“Ourchildren,” Patience reminded as if I could ever forget.