The Absolution of Aidan (The Syndicate Series Book 3) by Kathy Coopmans

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    I’m so screwed, in more ways than the pleasurable one. I know damn well I shouldn’t be thinking of sex with Aidan at all, yet here I sit with my arousal soaking through my panties.
    We have a child together, a beautiful little boy, and that’s it. Well, I don’t mean it quite like that. Diesel is my entire world. He’s everything to me.
    “Oh, my god,” I all but screech when I lift my head and see my boy has flipped himself over onto his back. Tears instantly form in my eyes. For one, this is the first time he’s done that. For two, Aidan missed this monumental moment.
    My hands fly over my mouth. “Look at you, big man,” I say, flopping down on the floor next to him. He looks up to me with his sappy, cute little smile. And in this moment right here, I truly understand that Aidan is right. These precious moments in our son’s life should be shared by the two of us. He has every right to experience all of this as much as I do. I need to shove my sexual frustrations aside. Not let the fact the man has abs chiseled to perfection influence me, or the way his biceps pop out when he flexes just so, or even the way his ass looks in his jeans. Nope, not going to pay any homage to any of that at all. I’m going to let him get to know our child, and once he feels comfortable with taking him on his own, he can move out again.
    Right now though, I need to praise my little boy. I pick him up, running pepper kisses all over his chubby, little cheeks, all the while telling him how proud I am of him. I can’t wait to tell Aidan. He’s going to be bummed he missed it. Well, I technically did too, because I had my mind in the dirtiest part of the damn gutter, but I was here and he wasn’t.
    “I wonder who that could be.” I push up from the floor when the doorbell rings and cradle Diesel in my arms, my legs cramping the minute I stand up straight. We must have been playing on the floor for two hours. They say time slips away from you when it comes to your children. Hell, I’m realizing this to be true.
    “Geez, is there a party here I forgot about?” I open the door to Roan, Alina, Calla, and Cain.
    “Welcome home.” Calla pulls me in for a hug and immediately takes the baby from my arms.
    “Come on in.” I gesture with my hands, but hell, they’re already making themselves at home by the time I have the door shut.
    “She’s beautiful, you guys,” I say, not taking my eyes off of Cain and Calla’s little girl, who I saw earlier.
    “We came to welcome you back as well as let these two get to know each other.” Calla points down to the floor where both of the babies are now on their stomachs just staring at each other.
    “Holy shit, he’s a mini Aidan,” Cain barks out.
    “He sure is.” We all turn around to Aidan walking in the door like he owns the place. Christ almighty. He’s changed his clothes. First thing on my shopping list is to buy one of those little mini spritzer fans you carry around with you, because if he’s going to wear a white wife beater tank that’s stretched damn tight across his solid chest, then this bitch is going to be in heat twenty-four hours of the day. Which reminds me, I will need to be buying more batteries for my bob-ette on top of some kind of gag to stick in my mouth from screaming his fucking name when I come.
    For a moment I become dizzy from gawking at his massive chest right along with those abs that are defined and protruding like the incredible hulk he is. My reflexes instantly reach out to steady my weak, wobbly legs.
    By the time I reach those pulse-pounding eyes of his, the prick has a smirk on his face. He knows I’m clenching my damn thighs together. I scrunch up my nose, which causes the jerkface to chuckle. Damn it and damn him. Why couldn’t my baby daddy be some loser? Like a deadbeat dad, who has twenty kids scattered around and doesn’t give a shit. UGH.
    “Would anyone like a drink?” I smile tightly at Aidan, then spin to greet my now