"Shit!"
The vibrator turned on.
I screamed in surprise then groaned.
"You fucker!" I hissed.
But knowing that he was somewhere in the goddamn city and was thinking of me when he was doing his mobstery stuff—that was hotter than the vibrations.
This was a special toy—it had a slight thrusting action to it—but nothing compared to Aidan’s cock.
Fifteen minutes later, it sped up even more, and I had to riffle through the Declaration of Independence to keep myself under control.
Spoiler alert: it didn’t work.
My breath started soughing from my lungs, and I knew I could get off from this. Knew it wouldn’t be awesome. Knew it would be mediocre. The standard orgasm I’d had before I’d fallen into Aidan’s life.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait," I chanted under my breath, well aware that I was flushed and overheated and totally unsure if I could stop the inevitable from happening.
Of course, that was when he struck again.
The toystoppedvibrating.
Thanking God that I hadn’t tried to get off, that the cessation of movement came as a relief, I nevertheless narrowed my eyes at the door, just waiting for the bastard to come home.
Where he’d be safe.
My mind was a whir of confusing emotions, none of which was helped by the fact that both Aidan and I had been sleeping terribly since his father’s death.
Which meant that this lesson came at a really bad time.
But he was right.
Even though I hated that he was.
If he took his eye off the ball, that could get him killed.
And because my husband was too smart when it came to me, he knew how to ram home a lesson so I didn’t forget it.
Following him was something I’d tried to do after he’d ghosted me five years ago. I was ashamed to admit to that, but it was the truth, nonetheless. I’d never told him, and I was grateful I hadn’t.
If Aidan was going to survive, if he was going to live as long as his father, then I needed to be at his back, supporting him. I didn’t need to be whiny and a wuss. I had to help, not detract from what needed to be done.
That didn’t stop me from grinding out, "I’ll get you back, Aidan Jr.," when a low throb settled in my core and the vibrator got to work again.
Mind splintered between ways I could support him, how I could get loose to throw something at him when he came home, and which Kegels would help me not get off—I forgot where I was. What I was.WhoI was.
Until, ten minutes of agony later, the outer door opened and the vibrator turned off.
My thoughts elsewhere, on anything other than the state of my pussy, the sound, as well as the sudden silence in here, were triggers back to last Christmas when I’d dealt with a home invasion in this very apartment.
That I was tied to the bed, unable to defend myself, made fear shudder through my bones, rattling me from the inside out.
It could be anyone.
Aidan was a target now, so was I—maybe someone had broken in? A Sparrow? An enemy?
My heart began pounding just as a shiver rattled down my spine. My mom said that was when someone walked over your grave, but that didn’t ease my anxiety any.