Chapter Ten
“I think it’s my turn to touch you,” Hazel said with a lazy smile. “Turnabout is only fair.”
“I see. And where do you want to touch me, Hazel? What exactly do you want to do?” he asked.
She smiled. She’d been dreaming about this for a long time. She was planning on living out each one of her fantasies before he came to his senses and stopped. If this was a dream, she did not want to wake up. She rolled him over and then stretched out on top of his long, hard body. “Well, first I want to suck you off and then I want you to take me from behind.”
His eyes widened and then darkened. “Jesus Christ, Hazel,” he breathed.
“What?” she said. “Too blunt?” If she was going to do this, she was going to do it her way. She’d always jumped in with both feet. Why should sex be any different?
“No. Just…unexpected. I like it.” He leered at her. “I want to hear more.” His voice was low, and it rumbled out of his chest, which sent shivers across her skin. She kissed him hard on the mouth before she rolled off him. “Take off your clothes.”
His eyebrows arched in surprise. “You like being in charge. I gotta say, I find it hot as hell.” He took off his jeans and underwear and dropped them on the floor.
His body was something to behold. It was chiseled as if carved out of stone. Not an ounce of fat anywhere, which might have been damned annoying if he wasn’t so fucking hot.
“Lie down,” she commanded. He complied and then she straddled him. His eyes turned black, and he reached up to touch her, but she batted his hands away. “What was it you said? ‘If you touch me, I’ll stop’.”
He groaned but did as he was told. She smiled as she started kissing his neck. She worked her way down his chest, touching and tasting every inch of him, and he gasped when she sucked his nipples. She teased him some more. “What’s wrong? You shouldn’t dish it out if you can’t take it.”
He swore in response, and she moved farther down his body until her mouth hovered over his cock. She touched the tip with her tongue and then made small circles on the crown, first one way, then the other. Slowly, she drew more and more of him into her mouth, sucking and twisting her tongue.
Aiden growled her name; his rough voice ignited sparks in her girlie bits. She wanted him inside of her, but first she wanted him to yell her name. His hips started to move, and she matched the rhythm with her tongue.
“I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”
She stopped. “No, you won’t. I’ll stop if you don’t control yourself.”
“Fuck, Hazel,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re killing me.”
She smiled. She liked that he wanted her so damn badly. Almost as much as she wanted him. She was wet and ready. She crawled up on the bed beside him. “Now,” was all she said.
He got up and came behind her on the bed. He started kissing the back of her neck and pulled her against him, cupping her breasts from behind. She moaned and arched into his hands. She was so turned on she couldn’t think anymore.
Aiden rubbed one breast and tweaked her nipple with one hand as he moved the other down to stroke her clit. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“Yes, Aiden, and I want you inside me. Now.” Her hips started moving in time with his fingers as he played with her. He wedged his cock between her ass cheeks and rubbed it up and down, driving her wild.
“Fuck me, Aiden,’ she demanded.
He bent over her back and entered her. It was so damn hot. She wanted to feel him all the way inside her. She was vibrating with desire for him. He started moving slowly, but she pumped her hips faster. She needed more. “Faster. Harder.”
He increased his speed. “Yes, oh God, yes,” she moaned.
Aiden slowed down. “You need to wait until I say it’s time. ‘Turnabout is only fair.’ Isn’t that what you said?”
He slammed all the way inside her and then drew out slowly. Then he entered her again, making her cry out in frustration. She wanted it all now. “Aiden.” She didn’t want to beg, but she would if he didn’t take her soon.
He reached around and played with her clit as he pumped into her again and again.
“I’m gonna come,” she said and bit her lip.
He increased his speed. “Yes, honey. Come hard.”
She threw her head back as he slammed into her and yelled his name as she came again. A few strokes later, he was right there with her.
He leaned over her back. “Jesus, Hazel, you’re so fucking hot. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
She smiled. “I can think of worse ways to go.”
#
“You, asshole!”
Hazel’s eyes popped open, and she sat bolt upright in bed. What the hell? Her brother was standing in the doorway of Aiden’s bedroom. Oh, shit . “Jory, I—"
“Shut up, Hazel.” He pointed at Aiden who had also sat up. “You fucking asshole! You are supposed to be looking after my sister, not sleeping with her!”
“It’s not like that. I didn’t— I mean we weren’t— It was a—”
“I don’t want to hear your fucking excuses. Get the fuck up now,” Jory demanded.
Aiden started to get out of bed.
“Jory, calm down.” Hazel had no clue where her clothes were, so she pulled at the sheet until she could wrap it around herself and stand up.
“I will not fucking calm down.” He pointed at Aiden who was standing beside the bed naked. “He’s supposed to be my best friend. I’m supposed to be able to trust him. Instead, he’s fucking my little sister. Jesus Christ!”
“It’s not like that,” Aiden said and took a step forward. “We like each other. We have for months.”
Jory’s mouth dropped open. “You’ve been at this for months behind my back?”
“No! That’s not what he meant,” Hazel cried, but she was too late, and Jory wasn’t listening. He took a step forward and slammed his fist into Aiden’s jaw. Aiden staggered a step backward.
“Jory, no! Don’t do this. It’s not Aiden’s fault!”
“Like hell it isn’t,” Jory roared. “Get your stuff and get dressed. We’re leaving.”
What the fuck was her brother saying? “I’m not leaving, Jory. I live here.”
“The fuck you do! Get dressed and get moving. You’re going back to Mom’s.”
“No, Jory, I’m not. I’m a twenty-eight-year-old woman. I have a private life. I’m not going back to Mom’s because you’re upset. Yeah, I slept with Aiden, but it was my choice.” She slapped a palm to her chest. “Mine! You can’t order me around.” She was horrified that her brother was acting this way, and even more mortified that he’d found them like this.
“Brother, calm down. Let us explain.” Aiden took a step forward, but Jory took another swing. Aiden ducked and didn’t hit back.
“I’m not your fucking brother!” Jory growled menacingly.
“Jory. Take a breath. I would never—"
“You would never what? Take advantage of my little sister?”
Aiden lifted his hand. “If you’d just—”
Jory slapped Aiden’s hand away. “I can’t believe you did this. I trusted you, motherfucker!” Jory turned to Hazel and demanded, “Come on, get moving!”
She shook her head. “Let’s sit down and talk about this.”
Jory’s mouth dropped open, pain etched on his features. “You’re choosing him over family?” His voice cracked. “Over me?”
Hazel’s heart plummeted to her feet. “No. It’s not like that.”
“That’s exactly what’s happening. After everything, you still put yourself first. You don’t care who you hurt.” His face went cold, and he glared at her, hatred in his eyes.
A sob caught in her throat. “Jory,” she called as he turned and left the room. She tried to go after him, but she tripped over the sheet and ended up on the floor. She heard the front door slam and then burst into tears.
Aiden bent down to help her up, but she batted his hands away. The last thing she could deal with right now was Aiden being kind to her. They’d fucked up royally. They never should have slept together. It was so stupid. Now she’d hurt Jory. He was the last person she wanted to hurt. He’d always been there for her, even when her mom couldn’t be. Even when she was being an ass, Jory had always been there. How did she repay his kindness? By sleeping with his best friend.
It didn’t matter that she was an adult and could sleep with whoever she wanted. It didn’t matter that Jory had no say over her sex life. What mattered was that she should have told him before she jumped into bed with his best friend. Not asked his permission but told him. Given him a heads up. She didn’t blame him for being angry. If the situation was reversed, she’d be hurt too.
She tried to wipe her tears with the back of her hand. Aiden handed her a wad of tissue. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes. She knew she looked like shit, but she didn’t care anymore. She’d always wanted Aiden. Always. But now she just felt like the lowest of the low for being with him. As much as she’d enjoyed it—no, reveled in sex with him—she had to face facts. Sleeping with the man had been a colossal mistake. She’d hurt her brother, and he was right. It was selfish to not at least give him a heads up.
She struggled to stand, and Aiden leaned over and helped her up. “Hazel, I— “
She held up a hand. “Aiden, it was a mistake. We never should have slept together.”
“Yeah, I know. I forgot Jory had a key. It never occurred to me that he would come in. I should have thought of it. If we hadn’t fallen asleep—"
She shook her head. “No, I mean not just the sleeping part, the whole thing. We never should have had sex. It was a mistake. Jory is right. It was selfish of both of us. You are—were—his best friend, and that meant you were off-limits. It’s my fault. I should have said no. As much as he annoys the hell out of me, I know he does it because he loves me. Now I’ve hurt him. He’s my brother, and I hurt him badly.”
Aiden stared down at her. “You don’t really mean that, do you? That our being together was a mistake?”
She bit her lip but nodded. “Yes, Aiden, I do. It was a mistake. We hurt Jory. That never should’ve happened.”
“But what about you and me hanging out and getting to know each other over the last two years, wanting each other for that whole time? What about the absolute best sex I’ve ever had? You’re telling me it was a mistake?”
“Yes. The cost is just too high. Jory’s my brother.” She bent down and grabbed her shirt off the floor.
“And he’s my best friend—"
“Then you know we shouldn’t have broken that sacred bond. We screwed up.” She bent down again and grabbed her underwear. “I mean, yeah, it was definitely the best sex ever, but that can’t be important next to hurting Jory. It was a mistake. We were a mistake.” She stood back up and glanced at Aiden. His face had gone flat, and his eyes were stormy.
“I’m sorry you feel that way.” Aiden’s voice was formal, stiff.
Shit. “Aiden, I didn’t mean—"
“No, I think you were pretty clear. Your brother was right. You should move back home with your mom.” He turned and walked into his bathroom. The door closed softly, but there was no mistaking the distinctive click of him locking it.
Tears sprang to her eyes. She’d hurt the two people she cared most about in the world. Stupid. She grabbed her jeans and shuffled out of the room. The whole thing was her fault. If she hadn’t moved in here in the first place, none of this would have happened.
She closed her bedroom door and sat down on the bed. Who was she kidding? Sex between her and Aiden had been inevitable. She’d wanted him too much for too long for it not to happen, but she hadn’t stopped to think about the consequences. Aiden was…amazing in bed. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t just about sex. That she really cared for Aiden. More than she’d like to admit if truth be told. What mattered was that she jumped without thinking about the consequences again. She’d hurt her brother, and that was not acceptable.
She wanted to take a shower, but the sooner she was gone from that house the better for everyone. She quickly got dressed and threw some stuff in a bag. She went down the stairs and pulled on her shoes. When she’d moved in two weeks ago, she’d thought this was the beginning of something good. Now it had turned into the end of everything good. She went out the front door and closed it softly behind her.