Chapter 18 #2
I put on a show of slowly dropping my gaze to his outstretched hand, sucking my teeth, then flicking my attention back to his face. “Yeah, I know. I’m just wondering who you think you are for being all over my girlfriend. Think I wouldn’t notice?”
Nova tenses in my arms.
“Aiden,” she whispers.
Brandon’s fake smile tightens, and he glances at Nova like she’s going to save him from me. I grin, all teeth and menace.
She’s not gonna save you, bro. Not when I already have my sight locked on you and am just dying to fuck you up.
I bite my tongue, stopping myself from saying exactly that to him. Instead, I say, “I’m fucking with you, Brennon.”
“It’s Brandon.” He drops his arm to his side, giving up hope that I’ll shake his hand like we’re friends. “Have you guys eaten anything yet? I can get us something. It’s on me.”
I purse my lips, tempted to tell him no, but the petty side of me wants him to spend all of his money and leave without Nova. I shrug and squeeze her closer against my chest.
“You hungry, pretty girl?” I murmur into her hair.
She tips her head back to look at me, her expression guarded but face tinged pink from a blush. My fingers curl tighter into her stomach, jealousy raging through my body like a tumultuous storm. She’s not blushing because of me. It’s because of him.
“I think I’m ready to go home.” She averts her gaze.
Slowly, I turn my stony stare to Brandon. He looks just as confused as I feel, his shoulders hunched, hands tucked in his front pockets.
Sensing my change of mood, Nova turns in my grasp and grabs my hand. “Take me home, pretty boy?”
My cock jerks at the nickname. This is the second time she’s called me pretty boy, and this reaction is more dangerous than the last. I nearly blackout with the vision of Nova on her hands and knees in front of me, her pussy stretching around my fat dick and welcoming me home.
“Of course, baby. I’ll do anything for you.” I kiss the top of her head and spare a glance at Brandon. “Nice meeting you, Bradlynn.”
I lead Nova away from the asshole as he corrects me, and we stride out of the fairgrounds toward my motorcycle. We don’t speak until we reach the bike.
“What the hell was that about?” she asks while fumbling with her safety gear.
I shove my helmet over my head and work the straps into place. “It’s all part of the plan, sis. Trust me, he’ll text you later tonight.”
Nova struggles with the straps, and because I’m in a rush to get home to jack off like a goddamn noob who can’t control his hormones, I gently brush her hands aside and buckle them for her.
She warily eyes me. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “Yep.”
Nope.
I’m hard as steel, and it aches. I never thought I’d say this about an erection, but here I am, hurting and begging for release because I kissed my sister twice tonight and she called me pretty.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Nova doesn’t say anything, but she watches me with uncertainty in her eyes. I mount the seat and hold the bike steady while Nova climbs onto the back and wraps her arms around my chest.
The entire ride home is pure hell. It’s not the first time I’ve ridden my bike while hard, but this time feels different. The sense of urgency to lock myself in my bedroom to use Nova’s panties to stroke my dick is making the pain ten times worse. My skin crawls.
Her soft voice fills my head. Each mention of pretty boy has pre-cum leaking from the sensitive tip.
I swear to God, if I come on my bike, I’m going to be pissed.
I pull into the driveway and cut the engine. “I’m going to bed early. Don’t wait up for me.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Nova slips off the seat and turns to me as I unfold myself from the bike and stride toward the front door.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Just tired and need to be alone for a little while.” I unstrap my helmet and drop it by the entrance. “If Brandon messages you, don’t text him back right away. Make him wait.”
I grit my teeth as I climb the stairs and widen my legs to make more room for my hard, throbbing, painful dick. Each step is equivalent to dragging my balls on hot coals and shattered glass.
“Aiden?”
I freeze at the top of the staircase as Nova’s soft voice reaches me. She climbs the steps and stops in front of me with her head bent back to look at my face as I slowly turn toward her.
“What is it?” I whisper.
She tugs at a strand of hair, and I lay my hand over hers. Her eyelashes flutter, and she catches her bottom lip between her teeth. I narrow my eyes and reach for her lip to stop her from hurting herself when she releases it and speaks.
“I know you don’t kiss, but I was wondering, since we went on a date tonight, even though it was fake, if we could end the night with . . .”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I step closer until my chest brushes against hers. I wrap a loose lock of her hair around my finger. “If we could end the night with what?”
She takes a deep breath through her nose and glances at my lips for a split second before meeting my eyes. “If you would kiss me goodnight.”
My heart stops beating, then jump-starts into a race. “Where do you want me to kiss you, pretty girl?”
Nova licks her bottom lip. She hesitates to answer, then finally says, “On the mouth. Like earlier.”
The more patient Aiden would have made sure I heard her correctly. I would have asked if she was sure before doing anything else. But not this version of me. Not when I’m ready to combust and pounce on her at any second.
I fist her hair at the back of her head, uncaring that I’m messing up her hairstyle. I drag her toward me and close the last of the space between us as my mouth slants over hers.
The kiss isn’t sweet. It doesn’t start off slowly. This is primal. It’s desperate and raw. And it’s so fucking good to feel her clinging to me and responding sweetly, which drives me into a wild state of mind.
I lose hold of my control and shove her against the hallway wall, pinning her with my hips against hers. Nova slings her arms around my neck and holds onto me, her shaky breaths and mewls feeding the inner beast that’s taken control at this moment.
I grind my erection against her lower stomach, forcing her to feel what she does to me. How she drives me to this point of madness. I’ll gladly allow her to do this to me again and a-fucking-gain until I die.
My senses go dark, and once more, I think I black out just from kissing her.
“Is your pussy needy for me, sis?” I hear myself growl into the kiss.
“Yes,” she breathes into my mouth.
Nova arches her back and lifts her leg. I catch and hook it around my hip, then grind my erection against her center as I trail kisses along her jaw and down her throat.
When I find a sensitive spot that makes her mewl, I focus on the area, dragging my tongue then nipping until she lets out a startled whine.
Her hips jump against mine. I do it again.
Harder this time. I suckle until the skin bruises.
Reality hits, and I realize what I’m doing and what I’ve said.
I straighten and stumble backward.
“Fuck,” I mutter, and swipe my palm over my face. “I need to go. I have to—”
“Aiden, wait.”
I shake my head, spin on my heel, and storm to my bedroom.
I left a hickey on her.
I’ve never done that to anyone.
Another rule was broken for her.
My hand trembles as I undo my pants and shove them down my thighs. My erection springs free, and I fist myself until it turns purple. I awkwardly find Nova’s panties stuffed in my back pocket and hold them against my nose while I fuck my fist.
Another chip at my resolve to follow all the fucking rules for my sister. I’m fighting a losing battle, and the war hasn’t even started.