Chapter 10
TEN
AIDEN
Copper coats my tongue from biting my bottom lip so hard.
I don’t want Nova hearing me moan, let alone whimper, as I stroke my cock at a maddening pace.
I’m on fire. She doused me in gasoline the moment she kissed me back, and she struck the dreaded match when she kissed my throat.
I broke three rules for that girl, and I’m afraid I’ll break more if things keep going the way they are.
No kissing. I went into it with a smile on my fucking face and hard as steel because she is my kryptonite.
No hickeys. I blacked out for a moment while she suckled the skin on my throat and was seconds away from busting in my shorts. I toyed with allowing her to continue, but reality slammed into me, reminding me why I have the rules in the first place.
No catching feelings. I broke this one long ago when I realized that I’m in love with Nova.
Cold water sluices down my body but does nothing to cool my overheated skin or soften my erection. Droplets mix with the tears streaming down my cheeks, removing evidence of me crying like a little bitch.
I do this to myself. I keep my feelings for her held close to my chest for fear of being left for someone better. And there’s someone better for her out there.
Seven fucking rules. All to protect myself from being in a position like this, and I’m dumb enough to break them for my sister.
At this rate, I’ll break every goddamn rule for her. I’d cuddle her, eat her pussy, fuck her face to face, and come inside her because that’s how far gone I am for her.
The way she claimed me as if she wanted the world to know who I belonged to . . . It felt so right.
I can’t believe I urged her to pretend I was somebody else, but I couldn’t stand the stress in her eyes after I admitted how I’d eat her pussy. The way she jerked out of my arms and pretended that I didn’t tell her I’d suck on her little clit was a sign that I needed to calm the fuck down.
My front teeth dig deeper into my bottom lip to quiet the choked sound as my orgasm builds. Pre-cum weeps from the tip and smears over my shaft with each hurried pass of my fist.
I drop my forehead to my arm braced against the tile wall and squeeze my eyes shut as the familiar tingles gather in my balls and travel up my spine. As per usual, this will end in an unsatisfying orgasm that will leave me pissed off and still aching with the need for a better release.
I replay this morning in my mind, just to have a quick nut and move on from this.
Her lips were soft and so fucking pliable beneath mine. And the drugging, trembling breaths she let out? Fuck me.
I was her first kiss.
My grip on my throbbing cock tightens until I’m strangling it to the point of unbearable pain.
A breath shudders out of me, and I open my eyes to watch my fist glide up and down my shaft, twisting at the swollen head with each upward stroke. Pre-cum beads at the tip, welling into a larger dollop that’s being wasted on the tile floor when it could be in my sister’s mouth.
Or in her cunt.
My eyelids slam shut.
No.
I’m not breaking another goddamn rule. I can’t. It’ll shatter me, and nothing will be left for me to piece together.
Despite my refusal to come inside Nova, I picture it anyway. How it’d feel, fucking her bareback, her warm inner walls squeezing my dick and begging to be filled.
Clenching my teeth, I swallow a moan as cum pulses from my tip and lands against the wall at my feet.
A shiver racks through me as I squeeze out the rest of my orgasm until I’m spent.
I drop my hand from my throbbing erection and straighten until cold water pounds over my head and runs down my chest and abs.
I bask in the weak, momentary high that lasts for a few seconds before it fades.
Called it.
It’s been like this for years. I’ve slept around and chased after an orgasm that would last for more than five fucking seconds.
It never happens. Because of that, I stopped enjoying sex.
Couldn’t even get hard at one point and said fuck it and took a break.
Now I can’t even fucking nut and feel good afterward.
And here I am, tears streaming down my cheeks as I jack off after making out with my little sister.
Groaning at my pitiful thoughts, I wash my hair, then body, before I turn off the water and wrap a towel around my waist. The day isn’t over, and I have a promise to keep.
My phone’s notifications go off one after another. I snatch the device from the counter and read my friends’ group messages as I walk into my bedroom to change into clean clothes.
Ryder
Need a fucking hand over here
Jaxon
***
Ryder
*voice message*
I play the sound clip, and Ryder’s breathless voice comes through the phone’s speaker. “He’s running. The asshole escaped.”
“Shit.” I toss my phone on the bed and pull on a pair of black pants. I’ve barely stuffed my feet into my boots before I’m shoving my phone into my pocket and running out the bedroom door.
“Aiden?” Nova calls from the top of the steps as I take them two at a time.
“I’ll be back. There’s an emergency!” I swing the front door open, not bothering to close it behind me.
I sprint down the driveway and hit the curb, my head swinging back and forth as I search for a sign of the escapee or my friends chasing after him.
My eyes widen when I spot Ryder running down the street, his arms pumping by his sides as he sprints.
Without thinking, I follow him and soon spot Kyle diving through bushes to cut through yards.
“Oh, fuck no,” I growl, and widen my strides to catch up to Kyle.
The asshole glances back, his face riddled with cuts and bruises, and he yells when he notices my lean, smirking, six-foot-three ass lunging for him. We go down in a tangle of limbs. I take a punch to the face that I barely feel, thanks to the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
“You motherfucker,” Ryder snarls behind me. His boots pound against the grass as he marches up to us.
Kyle yells and lands another punch. I cackle, spit the blood gathering in my mouth, then swing my fist. Pain cracks through my knuckles as they connect with Kyle’s temple.
“Night, night, asshole.” I laugh and relax on top of his slumped body.
Ryder stops by my side and scowls at Kyle. “I can’t wait to kill him.”
“How the fuck did he get out?” I spit another glob of blood and unfold myself from Kyle to stand.
“He pretended to be dead.”
“I can’t believe you fell for the oldest trick in the book.”
Ryder shakes his head while mumbling something under his breath, then says, “Help me get him back to the safe house.”
“I think I deserve a thank you for saving your ass.” I snicker.
Ryder huffs and grabs Kyle’s wrist, then drags his unconscious body across the grass toward the street. “I’ll do it myself, then.”
I blow a raspberry and take Kyle’s ankles. “It’s not hard to say thanks, but whatever.”
Ryder raises his head enough to direct a sharp look at me, a warning that I’m getting on his nerves.
“All right, all right. I’ll shut up,” I say with a chuckle.
I drop Kyle’s ankle and watch Ryder drag him through the mansion and toward the laundry room. I roll my lips together to keep from bursting into maniacal laughter every time Kyle’s head hits furniture or the corner of a wall. The asshole deserves every bit of pain he gets.
Ryder clasps the chains around Kyle’s wrists and straightens. I follow him as we leave the room and lock the door behind us.
Jaxon and Hawk burst through the front door, their chests and shoulders heaving, and they look between Ryder and me.
“Don’t worry. We got him.” I shove my hand into my pocket for my vape, then sigh when I realize I left it at the house.
“Sorry I got here too late.” Jaxon flops onto the couch. He runs his fingers through his hair and drops his head against the cushion.
Ryder brushes past me and shakes out a cigarette from its pack. “You live across town. I’d say you got here in record time. Besides, Aiden and I took care of the problem.”
Jaxon directs his glare to the hallway.
“How the fuck did he get out?” Hawk says.
I cackle and turn to Ryder. “You gonna tell him, or should I?”
He scowls at me and folds his arms over his chest. “He pretended to be dead.”
Hawk and Jaxon share the same bewildered look, making me laugh harder.
“So you unchained him because you thought he was dead?” Hawk’s eyebrows bunch together.
Ryder pinches the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh. “I wanted to check and thought I had it handled by myself if he ran. But even with his injuries, the motherfucker somehow had enough in him to get past me.”
Hawk shakes his head and strides to the door. “I’ll be back later.”
Jaxon purses his lips and gets more comfortable in his seat.
He pulls out his cell phone and taps the screen as he types out a message—likely to his sister Dahlia since he doesn’t talk to anyone else other than us.
I’m the only one in our friend group that’s more sociable with other people.
Always been the social butterfly. And always people-pleasing.
It’s why I have so many friends, like Haze and his twin sister, Indi.
I glance at the door as it shuts behind Hawk, then eye Jaxon. He’d clearly rather be somewhere else, but Ryder doesn’t need to be left alone right now. I’d rather be somewhere else too—preferably at home, keeping my promise to Nova. I told her I’d spend the day with her.
My people-pleasing mouth runs away before I can consider what I’m saying. “Why don’t you go back home, Jax? I’ll stay here with Ryder.”
“I can stay here by myself,” Ryder says. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
Blowing a raspberry, I wave a hand, dismissing Ryder. “I have nothing else to do.”
Jaxon eyes me. “If you’re sure.”
I stride to the couch and drop onto the seat beside him with a nod. “Go home and spend time with your sister.”
He stuffs his phone into his pocket and stands. “Call me if anything else happens.”
“Will do,” I say. “We’ll be here.”
And I’ll hate myself the entire time, regretting my decision.