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Chapter 50

Aiden

“Take the rest of the day off. Jeannie’s driver will take us back to her place tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.” Jimmy pulls up to the Dubois house and looks at me through the rearview mirror.

“Okay, but I’m going to put someone on that ex-husband of hers. I’ll feel better if I know where he is at all times.”

“Whatever you need,” I tell him before I open the door and step out. I take only a couple of steps toward the front gate when the door swings open, and she comes running down the stairs. It’s a cold day for early April, and the wind blows her hair around. I open the gate at the same moment she comes down the last step and jumps into my arms. I wrap them around her and lift her off the ground.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I say against her lips. She moans in agreement, and I let her slide down my body. She leans into me and wraps her arms around my neck.

“You look good, baby,” she says. “You feel good too. I wish I could take you home and have my way with you.” Her hands travel to my pecs.

“Not yet. I have to eat first.” The words are barely out of my mouth before her mother pokes her head through the door.

“Oh, he’s here. Good. Come on.” She waves us in. Instead of going back inside, she steps out and holds the door open for us. “Are you hungry? I cooked a lot since you eat so much.”

“Thanks, Myra. I’m starving. Jeannie didn’t make me breakfast this morning.”

Jeannie tries to elbow me in the ribs.

“Jeannie, how could you? What is he supposed to eat?”

“He’s a grown man, Mom. He can figure it out,” Jeannie says. She looks at me and mouths that she’s going to kill me.

Myra shakes her head at her daughter in disbelief. She grabs my hand and pulls me toward the house, pushing Jeannie out of the way in the process. “Come. I’ll get you a snack while you wait. My husband is waiting for you.”

“Right. The baseball,” I whisper in Jeannie’s ear. “Is he on the couch?” Myra nods. I hold my free hand out to Jeannie, and she takes it. I pull her to me and whisper in her ear, “I love coming here. It’s like going back in time seventy years.”

“Oh, hush,” Jeannie says.

Minutes later, I’m inside while Jeannie helps her mom in the kitchen. I was told this time will be different than my first time here. Her family will all be coming to celebrate her father’s birthday.

“So, the three fundamentals are throwing, catching, and hitting—”

I lift her leg and look between them. I groan, and she reaches underneath the blankets and squeezes my thigh.

“What are you doing?” We’re on opposite ends of the bed. My head is by the headboard and hers is by the end. I’m supposed to be rubbing her feet, but her naked body always distracts me.

“I love looking at your pussy.” She makes an outraged sound and pinches my thigh. “I love touching it. Almost as much as I love eating and fucking it.” She sits up and climbs her naked body on top of me. Once she’s lying on me, I cup her ass.

“I love you,” she says above my lips. “I can’t wait until we can share a bed together every night.” She puts her head on my chest and I tighten my arms around her. If everything goes well with work, that won’t happen for at least another two months. I’ll be busier than usual in the post regular season games.

“Let’s make plans. Right now. Tonight. Let’s map out our summer. All I know is, I want to be with you every day. You can choose where we go and what we do. Just throw in a few double dates with Katherine and Linc or they will drive me crazy. Fair warning. My parents might crash since they are dating again.”

“Dating? Aid, they’re married.”

Jeannie suddenly sits up and straddles me. My hands automatically grab her hips. My mind flashes back to the first time I laid eyes on her. Despite her black clothes, I knew underneath was perfect, and I was right. She puts a hand on my chest for balance, and I pick it up and kiss it.

“Okay, here’s what I want.” She clears her throat and sits up straight. Her smile disappears and she becomes serious.

“Let’s hear it.” I squeeze one of her nipples between my fingers, and she giggles.

“I want one,” she stops and shakes her head. “Scratch that. I want at least two,” she holds two fingers up and continues, “picnics in Central Park.”

I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.

“Two picnics minimum,” I agree, doing my best to sound serious. “But you have to pack the food.”

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