Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
NOVA
“Your room or mine?” I point to our doors, flicking back and forth to emphasize my question.
Aiden turns his head toward me, eyebrow raised and a subtle smirk curling his lip. His eyes lack their usual warmth, and the stormy shade is dull. He hasn’t fully come out of it after I dragged him out of the party and to his motorcycle.
It’s been a while since he blacked out. I’ve seen worse, but this is the longest he's stayed in this state. Being removed from the situation that put him there and riding his bike are sure ways of snapping him out of it.
“Don’t look at me like that, pretty boy.” I sigh and tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “We’re going to pop in a movie and hang out. So which room?”
“How am I looking at you?”
His smirk broadens into a lopsided grin.
He inches closer to me, and with every step I take backward, he gets closer until my back is against the wall.
He fingers the bow on my waist, then wiggles the digit under the strap.
The whole time, his eyes fill with heat, and he refuses to end the eye contact.
“Oh no. We’re not doing this.” I sidestep and leap past him, keeping my back to the doors as he prowls toward me with the same predatory gleam in his eyes.
“We’re not doing anything.” Aiden’s chuckle comes out low and dark. “Yet.”
He advances toward me, closing the gap I desperately try to maintain.
“Yet?” I force a laugh and scramble backward, only to stop short when I bump into a solid surface against my back.
“Looks like it’ll be my room.” Aiden’s smile sharpens. “Good choice.”
He lunges forward and opens his door behind me. His chest flattens against mine, and he lowers his head in a way that suggests he’s about to kiss me while walking me backward into his dark bedroom. He stops right before his lips touch mine, his warm breath fanning against my mouth.
“Always so adorable,” he murmurs, then slams the door, bathing the room in darkness.
His fingers brush against my cheek, his other hand settling on my waist and squeezing.
My breath hitches. “Aiden, you’re not—”
“You’re so beautiful, Nova,” he growls. He guides me deeper into his bedroom, walking me backward. “But you can be so fucking stubborn too.”
“Where is this coming from?” I tangle my fingers in his shirt over his chest, trusting that he knows where we’re going and that he won’t let me trip.
“I’ve always thought you were attractive. Even as a teen, when you had a smaller figure.”
Pink LED lights flicker on, bathing the room in their glow.
“But I especially love your body now,” he growls.
He drags his hands up my sides, then settles them over my stomach.
“You’re so soft everywhere. Every stretch mark, every dimple, is a fucking tease to me.
You carry those marks on you, and I’ve been dying to leave behind my own.
Maybe then, you’ll truly appreciate your body as much as I do. ”
My heart pounds hard against my chest, but I barely hear it over my heavy breaths. “Why are you telling me this?”
Aiden stops and tightens his grip on my waist, a silent warning before he spins me around. I blink to clear my spotty vision from the sudden change. My gaze falls on the mirror before me, my eyebrows pinching together. Why is he making me stand in front of it?
Aiden stands behind me, with one hand on my waist and the other lowering to his side.
His dark eyes meet mine in the reflection, and he bends until his lips rest beside my ear.
He nuzzles the side of my neck, his eyes slipping shut as he breathes me in and holds me.
“I may have fought the asshole who insulted you, but his words are still in your head.” He scowls at me in the mirror’s reflection.
“I can’t fight them with my fists, pretty girl, but I can fight them in other ways.
I’ll show you how perfect you are. Make you see how I view you. ”
Longing tightens my chest. “You’re not yourself right now, Aiden. I don’t want you to regret anything you may say . . . or do.”
“Like I said, you’re stubborn,” he mutters.
My shoulders droop at the loss of his touch as he drops his arms and straightens. He clicks his tongue and reaches for the heart zipper, then yanks it down and shoves the top aside to free my breasts. I yelp and stumble backward, right into his chest.
Aiden’s chuckle fills the room, deep and warm. It’s not the same as earlier at the party, or even in the hallway outside our rooms. He cups both of my breasts and squeezes them.
“Eyes forward.” He rolls my hardening nipples between his fingers and smirks when my gaze snaps to his face in the reflection. “You’re so good at listening, pretty girl. Keep watching.”
Heat pools low in my belly. Pride swells from his praise, and I know I’m so screwed. He knows it too, because he hides his smile behind a chaste kiss against my neck.
“Aiden,” I whimper, and lay my hands over his. “We shouldn’t do this. You’re not—”
“I’m not blacked out, Nova.” He nips my neck and releases a breast to tuck my hair over my shoulder. His hand glides down my back and settles on my ass. “Are you done being stubborn and coming up with excuses? Or do I need to teach you a lesson?”
I try to glare at him. I really do. But the look dies a quick death the moment he swats my ass and raises an eyebrow.
I swallow my pride and nod, but I can’t stop my sharp tongue in time as I say, “So what do you plan on doing, then? Fondling me in front of the mirror until I accept that I’m pretty?”
Amusement dances in his eyes. He lowers his arms and steps back. “You’re right. Playing with your tits isn’t enough.”
My jaw drops as I watch him peel off his jacket, his shirt joining it on the floor. Then he works his pants undone. He raises his head, catches me staring, and grins. “Take your shoes off, but keep your thigh-highs on, then put your hands on the mirror and bend forward.”
My head swims with anticipation, knowing it won’t be long until he’s inside me. I kick off my shoes, step closer to the mirror and place my palms on the cool glass, then bend until my ass juts out.
I thought I could be strong enough to resist my playboy brother. I believed if I made the no-sex rule, it would stop things from getting weird. But it’s too late. I realize it was just a matter of time before this would have happened.
Aiden shoves his pants down his thighs, freeing his erection from its confines.
He kicks off his boots, and his pants join the rest of his clothes on the floor.
Then he raises his head and fists himself.
Our eyes meet in the reflection as he positions himself behind me, his free hand coming between us.
“I’d undress you, but I love you in this bunny suit.” He flicks the fuzzy white tail and grins. “So I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you like this.”
My legs tremble, and he hasn’t even touched me the way I want him to yet. Aiden hooks his fingers beneath the panty line and slips the thong aside. He swipes the tip of his cock between my folds and groans.
“Fuck, pretty girl. You’re soaked.” He hisses between his teeth as he pushes the tip into my entrance, stretching me with his invasion.
I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut. “Yes.” I yelp as he eases more of himself inside. “You’re too big. I don’t know if I can—”
“I know you can take it.” He slides another inch inside me and groans.
I shake my head and bite the inside of my cheek until copper coats my tongue. Dildos are one thing. I have plenty of lube to ease them into my body. However, this is different. Aiden is thicker and longer than my toys, and my body isn’t used to this kind of size.
He bends over me, flattening his chest against my back. His arm snakes around my middle, and his hand slides between my legs.
“Open your eyes,” he murmurs.
I peek at him and loose a shaky breath. His fingers slide the front of my bunny suit to the side before dipping further and rubbing my clit. Pleasure mixes with the uncomfortable pressure.
“There we go. You’re doing so good taking my cock,” he coos. “Focus on me.”
I nod, not caring how desperate I look. He smiles and surges forward until the tip of his cock bumps against my cervix.
“Fuck.” He groans and drops his forehead against my shoulder. “That’s my girl. I knew you could do it.”
I pant and widen my stance to get more comfortable. The pressure and tension are almost too much, but I refuse to back out now. At least I now know what it means when people talk about a guy rearranging your guts.
Tingles spread to my stomach and down to my toes the more Aiden plays with my clit, all while holding still and not fucking me like we both really want.
He lifts his head and tests my reaction by withdrawing until only the tip remains, then slams back in.
A choked noise escapes me, and I keep my eyes open, despite wanting to squeeze them shut.
“Good girl.” He drags his shaft out, then rams inside me. “Keep looking at yourself.”
Aiden measures every stroke, alternating between soft-and-shallow and hard-and-fast. I brace myself against the mirror with trembling hands. He doesn’t hold back. He fucks me like he’s trying to break me, his praises holding the promise that he’ll piece me together by the end.
He straightens and rakes his gaze down my body. “I really do love this outfit.” A smirk curls his lip, and he flicks the bunny tail. “But I need to see all of you now.”
He steps back, leaving me feeling empty and on edge as his dick slips out of me. He rips off my outfit, gathers me in his arms, and carries me to his bed across from the mirror. Sitting on the end of the mattress, he lowers me onto his cock. I cry out from the angle and throw my head back.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he says through gritted teeth. His arms loop beneath my thighs, then spread my legs as far apart as they can go. He leans to the side, looking past me at our reflection to get a full view of where we’re joined.
“Goddamn,” he breathes, and thrusts up, shoving his cock deeper until my toes curl and I scream from the mixture of pain and pleasure. My arousal coats his shaft, blurring the tattoo on the underside as it disappears inside me.
Just how big is that fucking tattoo?
The question fades when his dick glides against a sensitive spot that curls my toes and makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. Aiden kisses my neck and grunts.
“I love how we fit perfectly together, as if the universe designed us to be just like this.” He lowers his voice, and I barely hear him mutter, “Like you were made to always be mine.”
My eyelashes flutter, and I peek at him. Words of affection cling to my tongue, yet I can’t force them out. No matter how sweet he is, no matter how he’s praising me, the last barrier guarding my heart stands.
It’s just sex talk. He knows I’m struggling with my self-esteem, so he’s using this moment to build me up with pretty words—pretty, empty words.
Aiden brushes his fingers through the hair framing my face. Damp strands cling to my forehead, which he tucks behind my ear. He kisses the corner of my jaw, his shaky breaths fanning against my overheated skin.
I can’t look away from our reflection. My gaze sweeps over the side of his face, then to his hands, where his fingers bruise my thighs as he holds me in place. He rams his cock into my spasming core while my stomach jiggles with every bounce.
I never thought watching myself while fucking would turn me on. Yet, it’s Aiden’s reverent expression and how he holds me like I’m both precious and driving him mad with need that makes this so enjoyable.
My inner walls flutter, and I moan as my climax builds. Tension coils in my stomach, threatening to snap at any moment.
“You see now why I call you my pretty girl?” Aiden lifts his head and smirks.
“You’re fucking stunning, Nova. You’re so soft and pliant for my rough, worshipping touches.
And the expressions you make . . . fuck, especially the one you’re making right now.
It’s enough to make me come inside you. My pretty girl. ”
My lips part with a strangled moan. I tip over the edge and rock my hips, desperate for more. He tightens his grip on me, stopping me from taking control and changing the pace.
Aiden whimpers, “You’ve always been my type. I wanted you and only you.”
He lifts me off his cock, and cum spurts from the tip and lands on the small of my back. His deep groans fill the room, and he mutters my name, reigniting the fire in my belly.
I slump against his chest and close my eyes, basking in the remnants of the high from the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Aiden eases backward and maneuvers us onto our sides, where he curls against my back. He throws his arm over my waist and settles his palm over my stomach.
Our harsh breathing fills the quiet room, and post climax clarity descends on me like an elephant sitting on my chest.
We broke a rule when we made the deal. I’m not mad about it, and nothing feels weird between us, which is more important to me. As long as we don’t catch feelings, everything will be fine. I mean, I wanted to make a deal with him anyway and learn a few things in the bedroom for when I get—
“I can hear the gears turning in your head. What are you thinking about?” Aiden squeezes his arm around me in a hug, then kisses my nape.
I roll onto my other side to face him. He pushes up onto his elbow, cupping his jaw with his palm and drawing invisible shapes on my waist with his other hand.
“So,” I say awkwardly.
His lips twitch. “So.”
I avert my gaze and squirm under his piercing stare. I long to touch him, but I don’t want to break any more of his rules.
“I’m guessing we have a deal, then?” I mumble.
His strokes pause, and his eyebrows furrow before smoothing out. It was quick, and I might have missed it if I hadn’t been paying attention.
“A deal . . . as in the type of deals I make?” he asks carefully.
I nod.
A flash of emotion crosses his features, too fast for me to catch what’s going through his head. “If that’s what you want.”
“Same rules?”
He hesitates, and I can see the gears turning in his mind through his eyes. He nods, and a wicked smile creeps onto his face. “Yeah. Except for one.”
I blink. “Which one?”
Aiden shoves me onto my back and cages me in with his arms. He swoops down and growls, “Kissing.” Then his mouth slants over mine.