Chapter 39
THIRTY-NINE
NOVA
Pursing my lips, I look between the two outfits I laid out on my bed.
The one on the right—a black sweater paired with a pink skirt and sheer stockings—isn’t fit for the colder weather. The ripped black jeans and pink long-sleeved shirt are nice and will keep me warm, but the outfit isn’t as cute as the other ensemble.
I sigh and tug a strand of hair behind my ear.
A large body presses against my back before a hand covers mine and lowers my arm to my side. Tattooed hands grab my stomach pooch over my t-shirt.
“Hi, pretty girl,” Aiden whispers, and drops his chin on my shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
Leaning against him, I drop my head against his shoulder and turn my face to him. “Can you help me?”
His gaze softens. “Always and forever.”
“Which outfit do you like best?” I gesture toward the clothes on our bed.
“The one with the skirt. It’s very you.” His gaze slides to my face, and he smirks. “Who are you trying to look cute for?”
Holding back a smile, I shrug with both shoulders, since I’m not wearing the sling anymore. “Some cute guy who insisted we go out on a date.”
“Cute, huh?” He raises an eyebrow.
“And funny, charming, protective, sweet . . .” I tick off the list with my fingers and lose the battle of hiding my smile.
Aiden’s eyes dance with amusement. “You like stroking my ego, don’t you?”
“I like stroking other things, too.”
He throws his head back and lets out a booming laugh.
It’s nice that he’s been laughing and joking a lot more lately. After the hospital released him a week ago, he was still in rough shape. He also struggled with depression and guilt about Brandon shooting me. It wasn’t his fault, but he held on to it as if he were the one who had pulled the trigger.
After I gently suggested therapy, he agreed and has been going twice a week. It’s not a quick fix, but I’m proud of him and that I get to be at his side as he heals.
Aiden tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “Don’t tease me. We’re supposed to leave soon.” His eyebrows twitch, and he tilts his head as his gaze flicks over my face. “What’s that look for?”
I smile and loop my arms around his bare sides. “I love seeing you laugh. That’s all.
His features soften, and he moves closer until his chest presses against mine. He bends forward and brushes a chaste kiss against my lips.
“Just like I love seeing you laugh.” He deepens the kiss and cups the back of my head.
I sigh happily into his mouth and push up on the tips of my toes, needing more of him.
Aiden smirks and whispers against my mouth, “Laugh, little sister, and I’ll rip my heart out for you.”
Butterflies fill my stomach, and I thread my fingers through the longer strands of his hair. “You already have mine.”
He groans and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, pulls it out, then releases with a wet pop. “We have a date,” he mumbles, like he’s reminding himself rather than me.
I smirk and drop my hands to his chest. “Be a good boy and sit down while I get ready.”
Groaning, his eyes fall shut, and he leans into my hands. “How about I lie down and you sit on my face?”
A laugh bubbles out of me, and I grab the bottom of his crop top, then tug him toward the bed.
“Fuck yes.” Heat flares in his darkened gaze, and he follows like a lovesick puppy. He sinks onto the edge of the mattress beside the outfits and lies back.
I lean over him and boop his nose. “We have a date.”
He pouts and folds his arms behind his neck. “Then you’d better get ready because you have one minute.”
“Why one minute?”
Aiden’s gaze rakes over my bare breasts as I strip off my shirt, leaving behind a blazing trail as they lower to my stomach and pink panties. “You’ll find out if you aren’t ready by then.”
“Don’t get any ideas.” I grab a bra from my dresser. “It’s been a week, and you’re still healing.”
So am I, but my shoulder isn’t killing me as badly as it did when I woke up in the hospital. Aiden had a collapsed lung and a lot more damage.
“I’m not,” he says with a suspicious chuckle.
I snap my bra into place and thread my arms through the sweater.
“Fifty-six. Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight.”
I squeak and tug the top over my head, then grab the skirt.
“Sixty.” Aiden leaps up and hooks his arms around my middle, then throws me onto the bed.
“That wasn’t enough time!”
“Don’t care.” He crawls over me, settles between my spread legs, rips my sweater and bra off, and smashes his lips against mine.
I push against his shoulders, but it’s like trying to move a brick wall.
He continues assaulting my mouth in possessive kisses, his hands sliding down my sides and touching me anywhere he can.
My back bows off the bed, thrusting my breast into his palm as he squeezes.
He pinches my hardening nipple and nips my bottom lip.
“All that concern and fighting with me about not doing this,” he murmurs between kisses, “but look at you grinding against my cock.”
Aiden leans back, and I blink open my eyes, my gaze slipping to the gap between us. My breath hitches at the sight of my hips rocking against his, grinding my pussy against his erection tightening the front of his pants. I freeze and muffle a whimper from the loss of pleasure.
He chuckles, soft and husky, and slips his hand inside my panties. “Oh, baby,” he coos as he dips his fingers between my folds, smearing my arousal to my clit. “You sure you didn’t want me to fuck you? Because your pussy is telling on you.”
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” I glance at his chest, as if I can see the scar through his shirt.
He flicks his tongue against my upper lip and sinks a finger inside me. “I’m already hurting by not being inside you.”
I drop my legs open to give him more room as he thrusts his finger in and out of me, then curls the digit to stroke a spot that makes my toes curl. My thighs tremble, and I arch my neck, a whine slipping out of me as he focuses on rubbing that spot.
“That’s it, pretty girl.” He kisses my neck and adds a second finger. “Keep fucking my hand. Show me how you’re going to ride my cock.”
Pressure builds in my lower stomach. I move my hips with his hand and ride him like he’s demanding.
Aiden rolls his thumb over my clit, and a mischievous grin spreads across his face. “Let go, little sister. Let your big brother take care of you.”
The tension snaps, and I throw my head back with a scream. I claw his shoulders and fuck his hand as he works me through the orgasm while murmuring praises.
When I come down from the high, he rips my panties off, moves onto his knees, and strips out of his clothes. I drink in the sight of his naked, tattooed body as he straddles my chest, his cock in his hand.
He’s beyond beautiful, with his athletic build covered in tattoos. The muscles in his arm and chest flex as he strokes himself, his heated gaze roaming over me. His hand moves up and down as he pleasures himself. With each upward stroke, I glimpse the ink before he hides it again.
“I know you’ve been curious about the tattoo.” He moves closer. “I’ve been keeping it a secret from you.”
I swallow to wet my dry mouth. “How come?”
Releasing his cock, he fists my hair and brings my head forward until his tip nudges my lips. “Why don’t you look and find out for yourself?”
My fingers circle the shaft, then lift. He leans back on his heels to give me a better view of the underside of his dick, and my jaw drops. Black letters in my handwriting spell out my name, starting from the tip all the way to the base in a vertical tattoo.
“How long have you had this?” I trace each letter with my finger.
Aiden’s abs flex, jerking his cock beneath my touch. “A little over a year.”
He’s had my name tattooed on his dick for over a year?
My head swims with that new knowledge.
Does this mean he’s fucked other women with my name?
Aiden’s fingers tighten in my hair. “When I got your name tattooed on me, I was hoping there would be a day when you’d look up at me with eyes full of tears as you gagged on your cock. Because it belongs to you, Nova. Yours to stroke, suck, fuck, and make it come for you.”
Pre-cum beads at the tip. The way he talks about his cock being mine, like it’s not attached to his body, excites me.
I don’t resist the temptation. Raising my gaze to his face, I lean forward and drag my tongue over the salty liquid. I moan and wrap my lips around the head. He groans and pushes deeper into my mouth until it bumps the back of my throat, making me gag.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he growls.
Easing his hips back, he drags his cock over my tongue, leaving enough space for me to suck in a ragged breath, followed by a cough.
He barely gives me enough time to catch my breath before he thrusts forward and hits the back of my throat again.
A shudder rolls through his body, and he holds still to make me choke on him.
Tears fill my eyes, and I hold his stare as he watches me, his muscles bulging from restraint.
“Better than I ever imagined,” he says. “So fucking beautiful.”
Pride swells in my chest at his praise.
He drags his cock out enough for me to breathe.
I hollow my cheeks and suck, earning a hissed breath from him.
He pumps his hips, carefully fucking my mouth at first, then increasingly getting rougher.
My head drops onto the bed, and all I can do is lie still, letting him use me for his own pleasure.
With each thrust, he loses a little more control and fucks my face faster. He braces his palm against the headboard, the other still in my hair and petting me like he’s thankful that I’m letting him do this.
The throbbing ache builds between my legs. No matter how much I squeeze my thighs, it never dulls.
I don’t think Aiden realizes how much this turns me on. He can be apologetic all he wants and try to convey it through gentle strokes on my head or cheek, but I like that he’s losing control. How he looks at me with wild eyes and bared teeth makes it all worth it.