I can be.”
He puts the ring away in his pocket, then grabs me by the hips. He pulls me close again, kissing me fiercely. Grayson growls a little, but I ignore him, pressing up onto my tiptoes and twining my arms around his neck.
Against my lips, Aiden murmurs to me. “I fucking love you, Olivia.”
I can't help the smile that breaks across my face. “I love you too.”
He waits a beat. “I do want to marry you.”
I just kiss him again. There isn’t any need to rush into things. We rushed into bed together, and look at us now. Three months later, I’m pregnant.
Grayson clears his throat. “Do you guys mind? You’re turning my fucking stomach here.”
Blushing, I drop down to the flats of my feet. Aiden doesn’t let me go, though. He just looks at Grayson and shrugs.
“Deal with it.”
Rachel appears from out of nowhere, still sweaty from her exertions. She looks around at the three of us, her expression one of puzzlement. “What’d I miss?”
Grayson reaches out a hand to her and she takes it. “A lot. Aiden can't keep it in his pants and my sister can't accept a good thing when she sees it.”
Aiden clears his throat. “There’s also a lot you haven’t been in the loop on, Grayson.”
“Like what?” Grayson asks. “We already covered how you knocked up my sister, what more can there be?”
Aiden blows out a breath. “So much. I found out that my dad was not my biological dad. And while my biological dad has passed, I have a fucking brother, man.”
Grayson couldn’t look more surprised if he tried. “Here? Your brother is here?”
Aiden bobs his head. “Yeah, man. Looking at him is like looking in the mirror.”
“Huh.” That’s all Grayson has to say, which I am guessing means he’s as blown away as I was.
My stomach growls. Aiden looks down at my stomach, pursing his lips. “We should feed you, huh? I hear that’s more important for pregnant ladies.”
Rachel’s eyebrows fly up and she looks to Grayson for confirmation. He just nods, looking tired.
I sigh. “Whatever they’re cooking right now, it smells so freaking good…”
He leans down and drops one more kiss on my lips, then turns me loose. “Lead the way.”
Grayson points at Aiden. “We’re not done, just so you know. Just because you are on good terms with Olivia does not mean that things are square between you and me.”
Aiden just nods. “I figured.”
Rachel frowns. “Seriously. What is happening right now?”
Grayson sighs heavily. “I’ll explain while we eat.”
The four of us head around the mess hall, smiling uncertainly at our partners.
Chapter Forty
Olivia
Later, when we are alone, Aiden is all over me. He pushes me into the little cabin I’ve been staying in. He barely has the door shut when he’s on top of me, his hands and mouth touching me everywhere.
And I want it. I ache for him, for him alone.
As Aiden lays me back on the bed, I shiver. He breaks off the kiss only to move his mouth lower, to my jaw and my neck. Scorching a path to my pulse point, he buries himself there. I feel the sting of his teeth for a second before he kisses the sensation away.
I had no idea that his mouth could be so hot. His lips against the pale column of my neck cause my breasts to tighten and lift. I realize that he is already pressing himself between my legs, falling there naturally when he moved us both on the bed. I am suddenly aware of the place between my thighs where I ache, the feeling more and more insistent the longer I’m with Aiden.
“I’m on fire for you,” I whisper. “My pussy is all yours, Aiden.”
He growls at that, burrowing his face in my collarbone.
His hand trails down to cup my breast through my shirt, pinching my nipple through my bra. Everything he does feels amazing, like a fire burning through a drought-parched land. He pinches my nipple again, sending shivers of electricity down my spine. I gasp at how connected my breasts seem to be to the slit between my legs, the slit that is growing damp now.
I have some ideas for what would feel good right now, most of them centered on the bulge in Aiden’s jeans. Pressing my hips up against his, I make a sound of pure need.
Aiden pulls back, desire flaring high in his eyes as he meets my gaze. When he speaks, his voice is rough as gravel.
“Do you want me?”