Chapter 7
SEVEN
AIDEN
“Are you going to change too?” Nova asks behind me.
“Nope. Unless me being shirtless bothers you?” I snap the blackout curtains over her bedroom windows, bathing her room in shadows. A sunbeam peeks through a crack, combining with the pink LED lights and providing just enough light to see by.
She blows a raspberry. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
At least she didn’t say it bothers her. That’s something, right?
I turn to her with a smirk that she doesn’t see because she’s already disappeared into her walk-in closet.
“So what are some of your ideas for pictures?” Nova calls from inside.
I stride across the bedroom and lean against the doorjamb with my arms folded over my chest. She flicks through her hanging ensembles, her lips pursed as she searches for the right outfit. I’m curious about what she’ll go with, but also bitter because she’s dressing for another man and not me.
“We’ll start at your desk, then work our way to the bed,” I say, testing how she’ll react.
Nova doesn’t disappoint as her hand pauses and she peeks at me from the corner of her eye. “To the bed, huh?”
I grin.
She’s intimidated about taking pictures with me on a bed, but she’s trying to play it off. God, she’s adorable. I bet she’s wondering what types of poses I have in mind, but I don’t plan on giving her too much info. I want to witness her genuine reaction when it happens.
She said no sex, and maybe it’s for the best. But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things that will give me the hit I crave. Licking her used panties isn’t holding me over. Like the selfish bastard I am, I need more of her.
Nova turns her head toward me when I don’t say anything, her gaze guarded, but she still smiles to play off her nerves. “It’s nothing bad, is it?”
My grin widens, and I shrug. “Define bad.”
“You’re killing me.” She rolls her eyes and chuckles. Turning back to the clothes, she sifts through her options.
“Just trust the process. We have the rules, and I don’t plan on breaking them, so you’re safe from being ravaged by me.”
Nova shoots a deadpan look at me, and I wink. She laughs, the sound like music to my ears. Fuck me, her giggles are the quickest way to my heart.
Nova picks an outfit and holds it in front of her. “What do you think?”
Keeping my gaze on her face, I say, “Anything you wear will be beautiful.”
“You always say that.” She shakes her head with a small laugh.
I wasn’t trying to be funny this time, but she won’t find me complaining about making her laugh. It’s like an injection of the best drug straight into my veins. What’s one more hit of my sister?
She gestures for me to leave the closet. “I’ll change, and we can start.”
I straighten and drop my arms to my sides. “Take your time. I’ll wait however long for you.”
Before she can respond to the double entendre, I leave the closet and close the door behind me to give her privacy.
It’s laughable, since I watch her through the cameras all the time.
I’ve seen her naked more times than I can count.
But she doesn’t know that, and I don’t want to give the secret away.
I sit on the gaming chair and swivel from side to side.
The pictures I plan on taking will involve kissing, but I’ll slowly work her up to it.
I want her to be comfortable with me. Even needy.
Which means I can’t blow it by rushing her.
She looked nervous last night after I mentioned kissing, and I have a feeling—
The closet door opens, and Nova steps out.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.
She tucks a lock of pink hair behind her ear, then smooths a hand over the matching crop top and booty shorts that show off her tanned thighs. “You think he’ll like it?”
“Like it?”
I’m half-tempted to tell her to change into something else, just out of pure jealousy that she’s dressed like this for another man. I won’t, because I made a deal with her, and I can’t blow this. Her happiness means more to me than my comfort and feelings.
But I shake my head.
“No, he won’t like it.” I pause and immediately regret it when her features slacken and disappointment fills her eyes. “He’s going to fucking love it.”
I don’t know this man, but I want to kill him. If he doesn’t take the hook, I’ll find him myself and beat his face in with a brick. And if he does take the hook, I’m still killing the motherfucker.
My chest tightens and fills with an overwhelming sensation of pure love as Nova graces me with a smile. The sad look in her eyes is gone, like it was never there.
I clear my throat and pat my thigh. “Come here.”
“Should I play a game while we take pictures, or just pretend?” Nova skips to me and drops onto my lap.
I bite my tongue to keep from groaning as her ass settles over my groin.
“Aiden?” Nova peeks at me over her shoulder.
I loop my arm around her stomach and tuck her against my chest. “You can do whatever you want, pretty girl. If you feel better pretending to play a game, then you can do it. I’ll take the pictures.”
She hums in response and averts her gaze as she decides. I watch her, incapable of looking away as she makes the cutest face while deep in thought. I rub gentle circles on her pudgy stomach and squeeze the pooch.
After a moment, she nods and turns toward the computer. “I can pretend. Otherwise, I’d get distracted. If Brandon hopped on live, I’d probably freeze up and we’d have to find another day to do these pictures.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head as she wiggles her hips to get more comfortable. Her ass blessedly grinds against my hardening dick, creating just enough friction to make me forget that I can’t shove her forward and take her from behind.
Before Nova can notice, I surprise myself by recovering like nothing happened. “Then get everything set up as if you’re playing a game. We’ll want the screen’s light in the pictures to make it more realistic.”
While Nova shakes the mouse to wake up the computer, I widen my legs to get more comfortable and make more room in my pants.
I fish my cell phone out of my pocket and pull up the camera app.
All while eyeing the back of her head and holding my breath, waiting for her to acknowledge the erection she’s sitting on.
There’s no way she doesn’t feel it, especially when she keeps shifting her hips and grinding her ass against me.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Nova relaxes into me and peeks at me from beneath her lashes, eager for my next instructions. I don’t know if she realizes how often she looks at me like she’s waiting with bated breath for my praise.
Like the sap I am, I run my knuckles down her cheek and murmur, “You’re so good at listening to me.”
She shudders, her eyelashes fluttering for a moment before she steels herself and looks away.
I grin and tighten my hold around her midsection. “Just a heads-up that once I start taking pictures, we’re acting like a couple.”
Her gaze snaps back to my face. “Why?”
“Because if we go into it playing the part with no audience, it’ll show through the photos. Besides, it’ll give us some great practice before we have to go out in public.” I cock my head and study her pinched expression. “Is this too much?”
She hesitates before shaking her head. “No. I’m—” She takes a deep breath and blows it out before blurting, “You were right.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I’m always right, but what am I right about this time?”
“I’ve never kissed anyone.” She makes a sour face, like I’m about to make fun of her for this. Her hand inches toward her scalp, but I catch her wrist to stop her before she can pluck out any more of her hair.
I gentle my hold. “And you want me to be your first, or would you—”
“It’s not that I want you to be my first. It’s just that I’ve been thinking.
I know I said I wasn’t okay with kissing, but there’s no way I’m kissing Brandon without knowing what the hell I’m doing.
I would rather you teach me how to kiss so I don’t seem like an idiot with him.
” Nova twists around and presses her hands together in a prayer motion while giving me puppy eyes.
“I’m a fast learner. If you teach me, I’ll be so grateful. ”
I glance at her parted lips before forcing myself to look into her eyes again. “Okay.”
“Thank you!” Nova straddles my lap and wraps me in a smothering hug before kissing my cheek.
I don’t complain. Especially not when her smile beams at me.
“Teach me first, then pictures afterward,” she says.
I nod, and for the first time in my life, I’m left speechless. I can’t come up with a good joke or a way to tease her to ease the tension I feel.
Nova threads her fingers through my hair and plays with pieces, not realizing how it’s affecting me. My eyelashes flutter, and I swallow a groan as my erection twitches.
She tilts her head, curious. “Aiden?”
“Sorry.” I clear my throat and place my hands on her hips to hold her steady on my lap. “Just thinking of the best way to teach you.”
More like thinking of you—bent over, ass out, taking every inch of me.
Nova smiles, pleased with my answer. I can’t help but return her smile.
I’m an idiot for even suggesting that we have to kiss in the first place.
I have seven rules I live by with my situationships—all learned from failed attempts at relationships in my past. No kissing, no hickeys, no cuddling, no giving oral, no sex facing each other, no barebacking, and most of all, no catching feelings. Now I’m about to break a rule for my sister.
I’m so fucked.