Luck (Gimme 2)

“It’s late are you staying?” Aiden questions impatience in his words.

“No, your sister is waiting at home for us. She’s going to flip and wish she came to get Bella herself. She’s not going to believe me when I tell her that you had a woman in your bedroom in your clothes.”

“That’s Auntie Kate,” Bella exclaims. “Uncle Aiden says he’s lucky. We watch Harry Potter, eat pizza. Uh oh. I have to go potty.” He sets Bella down, and she rushes down the hall to the nearest bathroom.

“Well, Auntie Kate, I’m Derek Finlay, Bella’s father.” He sticks out his hand, and I reach around Aiden to shake it. “Sorry, I scared you. We have a key and usually stay the night.”

I get why Aiden’s a bit put out. My nipples are so visible through this shirt, and my side boob game is high right now. Although, Derek did his best to keep his eyes on my face or Aiden’s except when Bella entered because he had to bend down to pick her up.

“Daddy, I need your help wiping my butt,” Bella yells from the bathroom door.

“Daddy duties,” Aiden teases.

Derek shakes his head and scoffs, “One day you’ll have to wipe asses too. Looks like it might be sooner than I thought.” He smiles and nods, laughing to himself. I let out a yawn, finally feeling tired. Derek adds, “We’ll see ourselves out. Get some rest.”

“Sure. Bro.” Aiden shakes his hand then leads me back into the bedroom.

As soon as he closes the bedroom door, he locks it. His eyes roam over my body with disapproval. “Fuck, from now on they’re going to have to ring the bell,” he exclaims.

“Relax. Your brother-in-law acted like a gentleman.”

“Yeah, well he loves my sister and doesn’t want her to rip his heart out. Or for me to cut his balls off.”

“Now, maybe we can get some sleep.”

“Yes, I could totally use it.” As soon as I’m nestled up against Aiden, I’m out like a light.

Chapter 9

Aiden

I get up and start a pot of coffee, leaving my beautiful Kate in bed when I spot my house key on top of a note. I’ll knock next time. Congrats on losing your v-card. About time, Bro.

Asshole. I laugh and pocket the key. I owe it to their hectic and unpredictable schedules that we even met. My heart wants to believe that we would have met, but the truth is she would have been going home if it wasn’t for our run-in.

That’s something that I want to look into before she gets up. I head into my office and fire up my laptop. I have connections, and I’m going to use them to my fullest to find these fucks.

Yesterday’s blitzkrieg on Kate had been orchestrated perfectly. They set her up to be robbed in a matter of a few hours, and from what she mentioned, her roommate didn’t have the means to pull it off without help.

A nagging thought entered my mind when she told me about the wannabe fiancé down in Texas. Could he or her parents paid for this to happen?

No, I doubt her parents would do that to her. Maybe my mind is running wild because she’s mine to protect from now until the end of our days and someone tried to leave her broken and homeless.

Twenty minutes and two calls later, I have the name of the renter, and my lawyer is getting me the background check in less than a half-hour. I want a leg up on the matter before the police are called.

“Aiden,” Kate calls out in the hallway. I close my laptop, then walk around my desk and out my office door.

“Baby, I’m over here.”

“Oh,” she gasps. We meet halfway, and I can’t resist wrapping one arm around her waist and dragging her to my body, crushing my lips to hers.

“Morning,” I whisper as I pull my face off of hers.

“Morning. I thought you left.”

“Not going anywhere without you. Besides, it’s Sunday. No work until tomorrow and I already called in.”

“I need to wash some clothes, please. I don’t want to speak to the cops dressed like this.”

“Of course.” I walk her down to the other side of the condo and to the nice size laundry room. “Here it is. I’ll let you deal with your things, but everything you need is here.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I have to get some work done, but I just made a pot of coffee about half an hour ago.”

“Hmm…I’m going to get that first,” she sighs. Her little sounds of pleasure hit me straight in the balls. I want to lift her up onto the washer and fuck every moan, sigh, and cry out of her.

“I need a refill myself,” I gulped out, trying to get myself under control.

Smiling, she heads off to the bedroom with a basket, and I go into my office, adjusting my cock.