Aidan Gallagher X Reader Novels & Stories

Aiden tilted his head and my throat went dry when he said, “Then why did I hear your voice moaning my name when you orgasmed with your fingers inside your pussy?” You can read Twisted Therapist on various online book platforms. This story is about Hayden’s best friend Aiden and his sister Ivy Knight. It has brother’s best friend trope, age gap, mild ddlg theme, very forbidden and a total steamfeast! If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

Aiden growled stifled. Calistha immediately noticed the irritated tone of Aiden's words, and she immediately turned her face to look at the man. But without realizing it, Aiden's face was too close to her face, so instead of looking at the man, Calistha's lips hit Aiden's lips, and Calistha suddenly felt like a high-voltage electric shock from Aiden's body. Her body trembled at the touch of Aiden's lips on hers. Aiden's breath smelled of mint, unlike what she had always imagined that Aiden's breath would smell of dominant tobacco.

Two letters in, I deleted the search, mortified at what I'd been about to look up. I switched to T*****r, hoping celebrity gossip would distract me. But the trending topics were boring, and I found myself opening the romance novel Lillian had sent me earlier. It was a legitimate novel—nothing too explicit—but it definitely had some steamy scenes. The character dynamic was particularly intoxicating: a rough construction worker paired with a prim and proper good girl. The sexual tension practically sizzled off the screen. I'd only meant to kill time, but soon I was completely absorbed. I didn't even notice Aiden had finished his shower until his deep voice rumbled right next to my ear: "What's

I was only eight at the time and I don't really remember. Aiden finds me in my small library reading a romance book of course. Things that are more embarrassing than having a crush find me sitting in my grandpa's large chair reading a romance novel. He looks at the cover and sees a chiseled bare chest of some man whose name I don't know. Probably a model for some sports magazine. On the cover, he's caressing a lady whose back is turned towards him and her chest is bare and open and exposed. Everything about it is graphic, the way all romance novels are these days. The title is something awful as well something like My Brother's Sexy Best Friend by Jane Doe. I'm not sure who Jane Doe is but s

he growled moving in front of me. I moved towards Clara as Gabriel picked her up and I followed him. I could see Aiden trying to follow in my peripheral vision and Saxon stopped him. The bitch in question just stood watching the scene with a smirk. Aiden’s discarded shirt now covered her torso. I promised myself to punch that smirk off as I followed Gabriel down. ~Aiden I had a wonderful dream. Anna walked into my bedroom, stripping seductively and started kissing me and it felt so good. I moaned in approval as she climbed on top of me, she was pulling my shorts down when I felt someone pulling her off from me.

When Damien's arm wrapped around my trembling shoulders, I didn't push him away. I leaned stiffly against him, using his strength to get to my feet. "Smart girl." Damien seemed pleased, his large hand tightening possessively around my waist. In that exact second, an entire wall of the motel exploded inward. Through the dust and splintered wood, a figure emerged from the ruin. Aiden. He didn't look like an Alpha. He looked like a storm given human form, his eyes twin pits of crimson fire. Behind him, Liam and his Black-Ops guards raised their silver-laced guns.

Nick rushed out, but I knew he only offered that response because he didn’t want to tell her the actual reason… April. “Oh, I gathered that bit from watching you converse after I was done with cursing your foes. So, no, that’s not it,” Xenia easily dismissed him, and then she turned to Xander, easily discerning that he was curious enough to spill the truth. “Care to tell me?” she asked him. And boy, did he not hesitate to spill. His curiosity would be the death of us someday, I could tell. “We’re mated to the same girl,” he confessed.

“It’s not just the handwriting. It’s the way you carry yourself. You walk like her, speak like her. Every once in a while, I catch you… almost as if you’re lost in thought, trying to figure out something you don’t want to face.” My heart skipped again, but this time, it felt like a warning. Was he really picking up on this? On the way I fidgeted when I wasn’t sure what to do? The nervous way my fingers would twitch when I was around him? He was too sharp for his own good. “I assure you, Mr. Gallagher,” I said, forcing a smile, “I’m just trying to do my job to the best of my ability.” Aiden studied me for a moment longer, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t press further. Instead

His touches spark a fiery passion within me, erasing my aversion and discomfort over time. Now, I challenge myself not to feel the tremor racing down my spine at placing my skin against another skin, especially a fragile, scarred one. I hold her unaffected hand in both of mine, managing a smile up at her face. I doubt she can see me. "Hello, Mrs. Gallagher," I say; "it's a pleasure finally meeting you." Although she wasn't married to Aiden's father, I deliberately addressed her as 'Mrs'. This is the first time I am learning about Aiden's maternal family surname, the name he had been addressed by during his childhood before he joined the Mendes family.