Falling for the Billionaire Rancher - Page 25

This pain I'm feeling...this pain that's making my tears fall endlessly....this pain means last night truly happened. Every sweet, agonizing moment of it. All of it is real.

The feel of his lips on my skin and the stroke of his tongue inside my mouth. The tug of his teeth on my nipples and the heat of his fingers as they brush against my throbbing folds. All of it, real.

Aidan penetrating me with his cock, our sweaty bodies rocking against each other, and the creamy, scorching rush of his seed as he cums inside of me. All of it, real, and oh God, please...

Please.

Let it be real forever.

Please.

I feel shamefully desperate and greedy for even praying about it, but I just can't help it anymore. I'm done pretending I don't want more. Done pretending I don't wish to have Aidan Blackwood with me for the rest of my life.

I want him. For better or for worse. I want him. Need him. So God, please...

Please.

The word turns into an endless litany, and I find myself crying again.

Please. Please. Please.

I know I still have a lot of shit to figure out. A lot of mess in my life to fix. And I swear, I swear—-

Oh.

Aidan's just walked back inside my bedroom, and my heart flutters as I watch the way his handsome face softens when he sees me awake, and oh dear God...

The look in Aidan's eyes makes me want to cry and laugh, and I can almost hear God snorting in my mind as Aidan bends down and tenderly brushes his lips over mine. Can almost hear God telling me if I'm going to ask Him for just one thing—-

It better be something that isn't already true.

THE REST OF THE DAY is breathtakingly magical.

I probably should've expected it, but because I've also heard a lot of horror stories about the morning after, I just couldn't help feeling anxious that it had to be the same for me. That if other women's morning-afters sucked, what right did I have to expect anything different?

And yet...

It is different.

Because this is Aidan, and he makes everything different.

And magical.

Take showers, for instance. Since I've never been the type to lounge around in scented hot baths, showers are nothing but routine to me. Or at least they used to until Aidan turned it into one of the kinkiest times of my life.

Aidan asks me to soap his body down, but because seeing his muscles ripple and glisten under the water has turned me into a klutz, I keep dropping the soap, and every time I have to bend down to pick it up...

Well...

Aidan says he just can't resist the sweet temptation of my ass like that, and I end up getting fucked. Hard. And it just keeps happening that an entire hour's passed by the time we finally manage to leave the shower.

And that's just the start.

Breakfast was another magical revelation. Eating out is one of my few indulgences in my life, and I was surprised, ecstatic, and secretly relieved when Aidan asked me to show him my favorite breakfast place.

I was originally worried he'd expect me to cook for him or something, but now I'm thinking that was just one of my horrible prejudices rearing its ugly head. The lives Aidan and I lead might be polar opposites, but the more time I spend with him, the more it feels right to be with him.

He just really gets me, in every way that counts, and while I know it's never a good thing to compare, the differences between Jack and Aidan are so glaringly obvious I just can't help dwelling on them.

Jack has never made a secret of how much he enjoys being seen with me. He loves that I'm (somewhat) famous, loves that we're given VIP treatment in most places, and locals frequently ask to have their photos taken with me.

But while Jack's always enjoyed the perks, he's also always hated the hard work comes with it.

Do you really have to take so many photos, darling? It's just for Instagram. It's not like your photo's going to be displayed in some art gallery.

And honestly, a part of me was expecting Aidan to be the same.

But he wasn't.

Instead, he's the total opposite, with the way he watches me do my thing with such genuine interest I find myself breaking my number one rule.

I actually start talking about work without being asked. I've learned not to over the years, having seen how most people often mistake my enthusiasm for showing off. Been there, done that, never going to do it again...and I never did. Until now.

With Aidan, I find myself happily babbling over waffles and coffee, and I even end up telling him about how #veRAFFIed started when I was in my early twenties, and I was looking for a breakfast place within my budget.

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