6. Aiden

SIX

AIDEN

Beckett: Did you hear the podcast today?

Gavin: You need to get over this podcast.

Brooks: No, didn’t catch it. I spent the night watching my wife give birth to our daughter.

Beckett: I already congratulated you in the family chat. Liv and I will be by this afternoon. Ask Sara what she wants to eat.

Beckett: But text it in the other chat. This one is reserved for the podcast.

Gavin: Ducking A. They are three women who talk books and their sex life. They aren’t our demographic.

Beckett: They talk dating and relationships. Like we do.

Me: Pretty sure we talk sports. You talk relationships.

Beckett: Can someone just listen to the damn podcast and then get back to me. I have an idea.

I chuckle and promise him I’ll listen to the podcast. God knows I love Beckett’s ideas. Even if it’s just because they drive Gavin nuts and always end in someone falling in love. Wonder who’s next on the chopping block?

“What are you laughing at over there?” My wife asks as she saunters into the deserted men’s locker room in the arena. Everyone else has already headed home since this morning’s practice was a brutal one. We’re preparing for the playoffs, which means every one of us is exhausted, our limbs hurt, and we need all the rest we can get.

In only my shorts, I was just preparing to hit up the hot tub so I could relax after my workout before we go to the hospital to see my newest niece, Taylor Lennox Langfield. Of course Sara had to honor one of her favorite musicians, we all knew that was coming, but I know my wife was knocked on her ass when Sara and Brooks asked her to be the godmother and then gave Taylor Lennox’s name as her middle one.

“Sneaking into the locker room, princess?”

My wife puts a hand on her hip and glares at me. “I’m mad at you.”

I cough out a laugh. “Excuse me?”

“We made a deal.”

I rack my brain for all the deals we’ve made. There’s been plenty. I won’t fall in love with her. Broke that one before we even shook on it. No catching feelings. She broke that one too. Fake marriage —yeah there’s nothing fake about our marriage. Get a divorce after she gets her trust —she’ll have to forge my signature with my cold dead hand if she expects I’ll ever let her go.

I scratch my head. “Yeah, Lex, see I’m kinda blanking on which deal you’re referring to.”

“Hannah told me there’s a hot tub in here.”

I thumb toward it. “Yeah, I was just heading that way.”

“Aiden Langfield, did we or did we not make a pact to have sex in every hot tub we come across?” The saucy tenor in Lennox’s voice has my cock stirring to life. I love when my wife bosses me around. Especially when I know it’s about to get me laid. And I have a feeling that even though she’s pissed right now, the sex is about to be incredible.

“We did make that pact, didn’t we?” I take a step toward my wife. She’s wearing black leggings and a matching sweatshirt that falls off one shoulder, exposing the hot pink sports bra underneath it. “Doesn’t look like you have a swim suit on though, princess.”

I reach out and pull at the pink strap of her bra, then rub my finger beneath it. The movement causes my knuckle to graze her clavicle. It’s a spot on Lennox that leaves her shivering with want, and I enjoy watching her skin turn her favorite shade as I do it. “Unless, of course, you don’t intend to wear one.”

My wife’s blue eyes are hooded when I look back up at her. She’s staring at my bare chest, her mouth watering. Already she’s putty in my damn hands, and I’ve barely touched her.

“I don’t think you deserve me naked,” she says defiantly.

I laugh. It’s a rough one because we both know whether I deserve her or not, she’s mine. And then I step back, and my hands go to my shorts. “Well, that may be true, princess, but that’s never stopped you before.” I push my shorts to the ground and kick them off, leaving me in my birthday suit. My cock feels heavy between my legs, and I reach down to ease some of the tension that’s stirring from just her attitude. I stroke myself once and then glance at my wife. “You want to sit in the hot tub and let the jets play with your pretty clit while I fuck your throat or are you going to ride me until I fill that tight cunt of yours?”

Lennox’s lips fall open, and she lets out a desperate breath. Yeah, we’re about to have a really good time.

This truly is our thing. It started with the hot tub at the pad. We used that one for far longer than we lived there. I almost laugh remembering the time Daniel caught us up there with his now wife. “ Come on, ” he’d yelled as he covered his girl’s eyes, “ you guys don’t even live here anymore. And you have your own hot tub !”

We do. But there’s something more enjoyable about a hot tub if it doesn’t belong to you. Especially if you’re naked with your hot wife on top of you. And then there was the time we broke into Brooks and Sara’s hot tub. Yup, that was only two weeks ago. My brother drained the hot tub the next day and he hasn’t refilled it since. Dramatic, much?

“What if someone catches us?” She says it in this breathy tone, like the idea of someone catching her deep throating me is almost too hot to consider. It is, but she knows by now that I would never let anyone see a single inch of her that’s only reserved for me. I’m possessive in an unhealthy way. Obsessive. Lennox Langfield has been the only person to ever make me like this. And it’s only gotten worse with time. The longer she’s mine, with every way in which I claim her, I become more addicted. I’ll never get enough.

“Then I’ll kill them. No one sees the parts of my wife reserved for me and keeps their sight.”

Lennox really likes that answer. Her chest lifts with another unsteady breath. Without fanfare, she pulls off her sweatshirt and shimmies out of her pants. Not surprisingly, my wife’s not wearing underwear. She rarely does.

Then she grips the sides of her hot pink sports bra and pulls it over her head. Standing in the locker room, completely naked, pink hair hitting the top of the most delicious tits I’ve ever seen, my wife is a goddess.

She saunters over to me slowly, and when she passes me, her fingers go to my chin as she lifts my jaw from the floor. “Okay hockey boy, show me this hot tub.”

I almost trip over my own two feet trying to spin around and catch up to her. But I don’t go too fast. I love watching her ass jiggle as she struts through the room with absolutely no shame.

We’ve barely made it to the room where the water is bubbling, ready and waiting for us, when desperation takes over. I can’t help myself, I push her right up to the edge. “Hands on the sides, Lex; I need to taste you first.”

My girl turns her head, a coy smile on her face. “Oh, you want me really dirty before we use this one, huh?”

“Yeah, Lex, I want you to make a mess on my tongue. Think you can do that?”

I don’t give her time to react. I drop on my haunches, spread her ass cheeks and lick her from front to back. Her ass is so fucking soft; it’s an addiction I’ll never get enough of. She squirms against the tub, babbling incoherently. “Yeah, hockey boy, right there; fuck me with that tongue of yours.”

I do. I lap and lick and suck until she’s coming all over my tongue. And then before she has a chance to come down from her first orgasm, I slam into her from behind, cursing as I enter my personal heaven. My hands go to her tits, and I squeeze and pluck and pinch, all while she makes a mess all over my cock. So soft and wet and hot, the perfect contradiction to my hardness that pumps wildly into her.

I’m an animal when it comes to Lennox Langfield. Her name alone as it filters through my mind has me swelling inside her, and I mark her once again as mine.

“Have you ever seen a more beautiful baby?” Lennox becomes louder every time a nurse walks in to check on Sara or Taylor. She’s got our niece in her arms, and she’s yet to let her go. I’m just lucky I even got to peek in on her and give her a kiss hello.

My wife isn’t wrong though. Taylor is perfect. She’s got light, fuzzy blondish hair, big blue eyes, and pink heart-shaped lips. Even her nostrils are little hearts. Brooks and I got quite the kick out of taking pictures of that until Sara glared at us and told us to leave her baby alone.

“She is beautiful, but she needs her beauty sleep. Visiting hours have been over for quite some time.” The nurse isn’t grouchy or anything, but I get that we’ve overstayed our welcome.

Brooks winks at the nurse. I have a feeling he probably told her to ask us to leave. He’s been hinting at it for the last hour. Yawning exaggeratedly, practically pushing us toward the door.

“Fine, but we’ll be back first thing tomorrow with a pumpkin spice latte for my bestie, and a pink going-home outfit for my littlest bestie.”

Sara yawns as she reaches for her daughter. “She has a going-home outfit, and you know it’s blue.”

Lennox rolls her eyes. “This family and their smurf-colored obsession.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Sara replies, ignoring my wife’s grumbling. I push her toward the door but turn around just in time to watch as my brother sits down on the edge of Sara’s hospital bed. She’s got Taylor in her arms, and my brother is watching them like he just won the damn Stanley Cup. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him more enamored. They’re a beautiful sight. A perfect family. I slide the door shut quietly, giving them their privacy, and then slide my hand into my wife’s.

“God, I love her. Is it weird how I already miss her and we just walked out the door?” Lennox peers back at the hospital room, and I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Maybe it’s a sign you’re ready to start thinking about having our own,” I mumble, not thinking much about what I’m saying. I continue walking forward, but Lennox stops moving, and since I’m holding her hand, I’m pulled to a stop. When I see her standing there staring at me with her mouth open, I frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Is that what you want?” The words feel far heavier than the sentence sounds. Like she’s carefully watching my every breath, weighing my reaction.

I put my arm around her and start moving us toward the doors, leading us out into the cool New England spring evening. I’m grateful that she allows me to lead her outside and doesn’t force this conversation to be had in the crowded hospital hallways.

Once outside, I motion to the park across from the hospital. “Why don’t we walk before we head back to the house.”

Lennox nods, though she’s quiet, still watching me. We walk across the street and onto the path that loops around the park. It’s quiet since it’s still cool for late spring.

“I know you originally said you weren’t sure if you wanted kids,” I start, bracing myself for this conversation.

Lennox simply nods.

“And we said we’d take it year by year because things change. And I told you I’m good with whatever we decide.”

Lennox eyes me warily. “And you aren’t anymore?”

I stop walking and grasp Lennox’s arms so she’s facing me. “Of course I am. But also,” I pause, swallow my nerves and go for it. “Lately it seems like you really want a baby. You love babysitting our nieces and nephew, you stare at Millie’s and Sara’s bellies like maybe you’re missing something, and well,” I sigh and run a hand through my hair, nervous. “I can’t help but wonder if maybe it’s not that you don’t want kids anymore, but it’s more that you don’t want to have kids with me.”

Lennox’s eyes go wide. “What? No, Aiden. The only person I’d ever want to have kids with is you. The only reason I’d even consider it is because I see how amazing you are as an uncle, and I can imagine you’d be the most amazing father.”

“But?” I prod.

Lennox shakes her head. “But nothing. That’s the end of the sentence.”

“No, it’s not. You can admit that my mental health and depressive episodes make you hesitant.” I know they make me hesitant. Can I really be a good father with all that I have to continuously work through? What happens when I have a depressive episode and we have a newborn? What if it only makes it worse? What if our child ends up with the same depression I have? What if…

Lennox’s hands go to my chest, her palm flat on my wildly beating heart. “No. There is no hesitation when it comes to you as a father, Aiden. You are doing the work. And it isn’t easy. Do you know how rare it is to have an emotionally checked-in husband? To have someone who is willing to talk about their feelings, who sees a therapist, takes medication when needed, who doesn’t hide from their problems? You are the reason I know that if we did have kids, our children would be the luckiest. They’d understand their emotions. They’d be comfortable showing them.”

I blow out a breath as tears well in my eyes. I am all those things, and I would work damn hard to make sure our children were too. “Why then?” I whisper.

“Because I’m not ready.” She shrugs. “I may never be ready, Aiden. Or maybe I will. I don’t know. All I know is right now, I love our life. I love traveling with you at my own whim. I love our public, not-so-public sex. I love Goose and you and our life and being an aunt, and right now I don’t feel like I’m missing anything. But if it’s a deal breaker to you?—”

I put my hand to her lips. “Never. You are my only deal breaker. A life without you. I can’t do that.”

“But do you want kids now?” Her blue eyes study me.

“I don’t. Like you, I’m happy. Maybe that will change, but I agree, I love our life. And I’m a hot dog dad.”

Lennox laughs as she pushes her chest into mine, hugging me tightly. “The hottest. And you know how I feel about doggy style.”

My forehead falls to hers as I laugh at my sexy wife. The love of my life.

Lennox leans up and kisses me. “We okay, hockey boy?”

“Yeah, princess,” I blow out a breath. “We’re perfect. Let's go home.”