Page 181

Aiden

“That’s right, Princess. Slurp it like the dirty wife you are.”

I smack her ass and pull her thighs closer. She’s being a tease, tempting me by putting her sweet pussy in my face. She’s just far enough away that I can’t taste her while she goes to town on my cock, and it’s driving me to madness. I thrust up into her hot mouth and groan when she moans around me. My wife loves it rough.

Sixty-nine is an extremely underrated position, in my opinion. There is nothing better than eating her and getting my dick sucked at the same time.

But right now, she’s not letting me snack, and I’m getting frustrated. Knowing what my girl likes, I suck my thumb into my mouth. When it’s nice and wet, I slide it across her perineum, then push into her tight hole. Lennox whimpers and pushes back, right where I want her.

“Aha,” I say. Fuck yeah. While I continue to work my thumb in out and of her, I dive in, sliding my tongue inside her.

She pushes back farther, grinding against me, her efforts to blow me almost forgotten.

It’s fine. I’m not coming anywhere but in her pussy. Or maybe her ass.

Only time will tell.

“Shit, Aiden. That’s so—” Her words turn into a moan as her first orgasm hits.

I spear her with my tongue again, relishing the way she pulses around it, then I lap up every drop of her pleasure until she’s collapsing to the side of me.

“Hands on the headboard,” I order. “I need you to sit on me, baby.” I lean back, waiting, but I’ll only be patient for a few seconds.

“Give me a minute to catch my breath,” she gasps. “You just stole all the air from my lungs.”

“Welcome to my life, wife. You leave me breathless daily. Now get on my face.”

“ Aiden. ”

Even as she scolds me, she straddles my neck. Chin tucked, she watches me, her expression a mix of need and affection.

Her tits make an incredible sight, but I can’t play with them the way I love in this position. I want to eat her ass, but she gets weird about me kissing her after. Strange, I know. So I slide my thumb back into that tight hole, then I suck her clit into my mouth. The sounds she makes as she rides me have me leaking and bucking up, desperate for friction. Fuck, I need her to come again.

“Ass or pussy?” I grit out, pulling away.

“Oh god.” Head tossed back, she moans.

“Not God, baby. Your husband. Now tell me. After you come again, am I shoving my cock into your ass or your pussy? The toy goes in the other hole, so choose wisely.”

“Ass.”

I press that thumb deeper, stretching her. “Good answer.”

Knowing what’s in store for us both, I suck her clit back into my mouth and allow her to use my chin to get herself off. She grinds against me until she’s crying out and dripping down my face.

She’s still blinking back to reality as I pull the toy and the lube out of the bedside drawer. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to be inside my girl. She’s my home.

An hour later, I rush back to our old apartment to grab Lennox’s good-night flowers. So what if I had a greenhouse installed on the roof of the building? I have to ensure my wife gets her favorite flowers on the regular. While we’ve started construction on a greenhouse for the brownstone, it won’t be finished until spring.

Tomorrow we’re heading to Bristol for the fundraiser for Liv’s brother’s fire department, but for one more night, Lennox is all mine. The three days since our wedding at town hall—not exactly a honeymoon, but I’ll take it—have been some of the best of my life. How could they not be, when it’s just been the two of us?

I take the stairs of the brownstone two at a time. These days, I’m always rushing toward my life with Lennox. There will never be a moment that I don’t run toward her, full steam ahead, excited for what’s next. Even if it’s just another movie night in bed with my girl and Goose.

Speaking of our puppy, when I step inside, he’s not sitting at the door waiting for me, which means he’s cuddling with Lennox. After our late afternoon sexcapades, we showered, and then I left her curled up and sleepy.

The giggles that echo down the hall are the first sign that this night is not going in the direction I planned. Even so, I make my way toward our bedroom, pink peonies in one hand and a pizza box in the other.

I push the door open, then freeze on the threshold. “What are you doing here?”

Okay, I know I sound like Beckett. I may have even growled, but seriously. Seriously. It’s our honeymoon. Why is Sara lying in my bed with my dog at her feet and her head on my boobs?

Fine. They’re Lennox’s boobs, but now that we’re married, they belong to me too.

It’s the law.

My law.

And a great one at that.

“ Aiden ,” Lennox chides.

“Don’t you Aiden me,” I tell her, holding out her favorite flowers. “I was promised more sex and cuddles and the second Bridget Jones movie.”

“Oh my god, that’s my favorite one,” Sara squeals.

“Of course it’s your favorite. It’s the best,” I reply with a huff. Damn, Beckett is rubbing off on me.

“And he brought pizza,” Sara says. “Best husband ever. Don’t tell Brooks I said that,” she adds, completely ignoring me. She pops up on her knees and reaches for the box. I gladly hand it over. Lennox is what I want. I couldn’t care less about the pizza. Hell, I don’t even need the movie night or the sex, but I’m putting my foot down. This is our honeymoon.

“We’re married. Bedrooms are for married people,” I tell Sara. “Take your pizza and go.”

Lennox’s mouth drops open.

Sara, who’s already pulled a greasy slice out and taken a bite, doesn’t bother to swallow before she counters. “Nah, best friend trumps husband.”

Irritation zips up my spine. “Best friend does not trump husband. Tell her, Lex. Best friend does not trump husband.” I sound like a whiney bitch, but there’s no stopping it.

My pink haired bride tosses her head back and cackles. “No. Not doing this. I love you both,” she says, eyes fixed on me now, “but Aiden?—”

Now I’m the one gaping, jaw slack and everything. “ Excuse you?”

She giggles, cupping a hand over her mouth. “Let me finish my sentence,” she says when she’s composed herself.

I fold my arms over my chest, teeth gritted, daring her to continue.

She folds her lips, this time keeping herself in check. “Remember when you said you were sad that you were leaving the hockey building so soon after finally living near your brothers?”

I nod once, the move succinct. Yeah, I love this house, but I didn’t experience the full effect of popping into Brooks’s or Gavin’s apartments whenever I wanted in my short time at the Pad. I’ll definitely be stopping in at Beckett’s—though I’m not sure my presence will be noticed; fuck, there are a lot of people living there—but it’s not the same.

“And you mentioned that you wished more athletes could talk directly to the media like you got the chance to last week. Set the record straight and all. Remember that?”

Now Sara has set her pizza slice in the box and is watching me closely. Huh. Maybe her presence here has something to do with whatever Lennox is tiptoeing around.

“Yeah?”

Sara presses her hands together in a prayer pose and then claps them quietly, bouncing on her knees.

“Then you’re in luck,” Lennox chirps. “Because all your brothers are currently in Beckett’s basement, getting ready to record the first episode of the Langfield brothers’ podcast.”

I jut out my hip and drop a hand to it. “I get my own podcast?”

Lex giggles. “Well, you have to share it with your brothers.”

“This is—” Excitement rushes through me, arcing like electricity. “I mean, I always knew I was meant for big things?—”

Sara cackles. “Get out of here, you lunatic.”

“Was this your idea?” I ask her.

She points at Lex, who’s wearing the biggest smile. “This was all your wife.”

Of course it was. Because Lennox Langfield knows me better than anyone. She’s perfect for me. She always has been.

I launch myself onto the bed, almost sending the pizza box tumbling, which has Goose scrambling to his feet. As I drape myself over my wife, Goose gets up in our faces, covering us both in doggy kisses. It’s yet another of the greatest moments of my life.

Then again, I have a feeling that life is going to be this good from now on. Every day will be better than the last. There’s no more living in the past for me. And when things get dark, I know this woman will be by my side, giving me exactly what I need.

Lennox

“Come on, Becks. It’s for a good cause,” I say, ribbing my brother-in-law.

“I am not taking off my shirt. And for the sixtieth time, don’t call me Becks.”

Aiden, who’s shaking with laughter, pulls me back against his chest. Across from us, Sara and Brooks are chuckling too. Liv is also laughing, though when Beckett glances at her, she presses her lips together, doing a poor job of hiding it.

We’re in Bristol, raising money for Liv’s brother’s fire department.

Like Beckett, Chief Declan Everhart is scowling, though his expression is directed at his best friend, Fitz, who’s trying to get him to take off his shirt too.

I wink at Fitz. We had a plan. Get the hockey players and firefighters shirtless for a few photos, and we’ll sell them to raise even more money. We’re basically in the middle of man Candy Land here. How could we not take advantage?

The town is decked out for Christmas, making the small town feel even cozier. And I’m feeling all sorts of festive.

“It was a mistake to bring the girls in on this episode,” Beckett mutters.

It’s their second one. They recorded their first episode last night—they did it live and unscripted while Sara and I ate pizza and giggled and listened to our four favorite guys talk about hockey, sports, and each other. I think what people will like the most is the banter between the brothers. I certainly do.

“Please, everyone is going to love this episode. How could they not, when we’re coming to them live from Bristol, Rhode Island, where both Lake Paige, now Hall , and Melina Rodriguez are going to serenade us with Christmas tunes?”

I convinced the guys to do this, with Ava’s help, of course. It was an easy sell to Beckett. He’s determined to get his brother- in-law to like him. It’s kind of hysterical how much the grumpy fire chief reminds me of Beckett.

We’re set up in front of the Christmas tree, ready to record, when I notice that Melina has stepped between Fitz and the chief.

Fitz shuffles in closer to her, as well as his best friend, his smile infectious.

“Hey.” I nudge Sara, who’s now standing at my side.

“I don’t think we’re going to get Beckett naked,” she says with a laugh.

I shake my head. “No. Look.” I nod at the three people hovering close together. Their chemistry is so palpable it’s practically swamping the crowd. “Do you see what I see?”

Head tilted, Sara studies them, then turns to me and smiles. “One in the front, and one from behind.”

I shimmy my shoulders and grin. “Looks like Melina is going to have a good time.”

“You two are terrible,” Ava whispers from my other side. “We’re supposed to be working.”

I turn to the angel on our shoulder—we’re so clearly her devils—and shrug. “Twenty bucks says Melina is going to have a very merry Christmas.”

Sara bounces on her toes. “With lots of balls.”

Brooks glares at us both. “I told you no talking about balls.”

“But they aren’t your brothers,” Sara whines, her shoulders slumping.

Beckett clears his throat, garnering our attention, and when we’ve quieted, he leans into the microphone. “Good evening, Boston. This is Beckett Langfield, and I’m here with my brothers, Gavin, Brooks, and Aiden?—”

“And their wives,” I shout.

“And our wives,” Beckett finishes, his green eyes narrowed on me, clearly signaling me to be quiet. “And we’re here to bring you another episode of the Langfield Love Stories …”