13. Aiden
Chapter thirteen
Aiden
F irst win under our belts, and I should be out celebrating with the boys. But I passed, telling them some bullshit about being tired. Now I’m wide awake, replaying a different kind of score in my head, hoping for another stolen moment with Aurora—the softness of her tequila-flavored lips replaying on a loop, like some highlight reel I can’t turn off.
This is a whole new kind of penalty box, only I’m not sure I want out.
Excitement from the game is still coursing through my veins as I turn over in bed again. I’ve spent most of the evening flopped on the couch watching shit TV. Going out hasn’t really appealed to me, lately though I know quite a few of the guys did. Hell, even Jax is out celebrating in his own way with some chick he’s super tight-lipped about for whatever reason. I don’t know what his deal is when it comes to that, but I’m not going to press, I figure when he’s ready to talk about it, he will.
And that leads me to another issue. Being cooped up in the same house with her when my brain is still insistent on reminding me just how soft her lips were pressed against mine and the soft sounds she made against me. She hasn’t come to me asking for an explanation of what happened, so I can only assume she doesn’t remember it. I tried to talk to her at the stadium, but we missed each other.
I’m not sure whether to be upset about that or not. On one hand, I wouldn’t mind a repeat, no matter how much of a bad idea it is to mix business with pleasure. I mean, being on the same team as Jax is technically doing that, but there’s no reason for the two of us to ever have an issue. Unless he finds out about me fucking around with his baby sister.
I roll over to my back and stare up at the ceiling. It’s dark, with only the barest amount of moonlight filtering in from my blinds. The house is quiet, with only a slight creak here and there from it settling. When a louder creak reaches my ears,
I freeze. It sounds like footsteps. They’re too light to be Jax’s. Knowing him, he’d probably just stomp in loud as fuck and wake up the whole house. No, these are light. I slide out of bed and make my way to my bedroom door.
The footsteps pass the bathroom and head into the kitchen as I slowly open my door and follow. The light above the stove illuminates the area enough for me to see that it’s Aurora. I let out a sigh of relief as I watch her from the shadows. She leans down, pulling out a couple of Tupperware containers. When she finds the one she’s looking for, she softly puts the others back under the cabinet. She turns slightly before I can call out, and my eyes zoom in on the cupcake in her hand. Not wanting to startle her or seem like a creep, I knock softly on the doorframe, announcing my entrance.
“So, looks like you were holding out on us with the cupcakes.”
Aurora whirls around, her elbow almost smacking into my chin as she flails. “Aiden. What are you doing up so late at night?”
I snort and cross my arms. “Probably the same as you.” I look down at her hand. “Then again, maybe not.”
She follows my gaze before scowling. “Don’t even think about it. You and Jax destroyed all the other ones. This one is mine.”
I smirk before taking a step closer. “Really? You won’t even share a little? I did just score a goal and helped our team to victory. That has to count for something.”
Aurora takes a step back as she curls another hand around the cupcake. I don’t actually want the damn thing, but messing with her is too damn fun to stop. “I said congratulations. What more do you want?”
If only she knew how loaded that question is. In truth, I want fucking everything. I want the fame and accolades that come with victory after victory. I want the Stanley fucking Cup. I want…
“A bite of your cupcake.” That isn’t what I planned to say, but it’s there, hanging between us like the tension that seems to grow with each conversation.
If only Aurora knew how twisted that truth is. I want her cupcake, but that want has nothing to do with the pastry in her hand and everything to do with the sweetness I’ve tasted on her lips. I lean forward as if watching myself from outside my body.
Aurora’s eyes widen before she moves quick as anything, shoving the cupcake into her mouth. The move slams me to a stop, and I let out a bark of laughter. That isn’t what I was expecting, not by a long shot.
But it does nothing to cool the lake of fire burning inside me. It’s consuming, wholly and without end. I have to put a stop to it before I lose my mind.
“Really?” I ask, hoping that words will help me cool the heat between us. “Was that truly necessary?”
Aurora narrows her eyes, cheeks puffed out like a very cute chipmunk. She tries to speak, her voice muffled by the cupcake between her lips. I shake my head and run a hand through my hair. Closing my eyes helps as I take a trembling breath in. This arousal is threatening to undo me.
“You could have just sai-” My words slam to a stop when I look at her again. “Fuck.”
Aurora chews furiously, white icing painting her lips in a lewd display. She lifts her hand, fingers also coated in that sweet treat. When she sees me looking, she scowls, but it does nothing to stop my brain from conjuring up images of something else painting her plush lips. It’s enough to burn me from the inside, and I can’t stop myself from reaching out and taking her wrist in my hand.
“What?” Aurora chokes out as she swallows. I don’t leave her any time to say something else before I crowd her against the kitchen counter. This close, the heat between us is palpable, and there’s no hesitation in me as I bring those wicked fingers to my own ravenous mouth, sliding my lips over them. Sweet, sugary goodness bursts over my tongue, and I groan when I finally catch a hint of her underneath.
I feel Aurora’s body go rigid, but it’s too late for me to stop and think. I slide my tongue between her fingers, chasing the taste around until there’s nothing left but the salty bite of her skin. I want to suck her down until she becomes part of me, and everything reminds me of her.
“Aiden,” Aurora gasps out, her fingers curling on my tongue. I open my eyes and zero in on the streak of white at the corner of her mouth. If her fingers taste this good, I know I’ll be undone by the taste of her lips. I’ve only gotten a sample of them the night before, but now I want to glut myself on their flavor.
This is madness. I know I’m playing a dangerous game. The reality of it slowly bleeds into my mind the longer we stand together with Aurora’s body a rigid line against mine.
She can’t possibly want this. Her actions the other night were probably nothing more than the foolishness of alcohol. With a soft groan, I pull back, letting her fingers fall from my lips as I try to think about how to salvage this situation.
“Aurora, I’m so-” My words are again stopped, but this time by wet heat as Aurora’s lips press against mine. Heat, pure and unstoppable, courses through me, lighting me up from the inside. Sugar and spice war on my tongue as I thrust it into Aurora’s mouth, seeking out every bit of her flavor. If I thought her skin was good, drinking from her lips is even better. Kissing her is like discovering a new recipe or perfecting a new move on the ice. It feels better than scoring my first goal or playing a shutout game. This is fucking victory.
Nails scrape against my chest, blazing a burning trail over my shoulders until they set themselves against my back. The bite of them has me groaning, and I grab Aurora’s shapely hips as I press harder against her.
The soft shift of fabric against my fingers has me looking down, and for the first time, I realize that she’s clad in shorts and a thin-strapped pajama top. None of it hides the shape of her, and my gaze zeroes in on the twin peaks of her nipples under the sheer fabric. My mouth is suddenly hungry for something else.
A soft whine brings my attention back to Aurora, and when I feel one of her legs lift, I reach down to pull it up and tight against my hip.
I slide between her thighs, the heat of her pressed hard against my growing cock. The fabric of my shorts does nothing to mute the feeling, and I have to force my hips not to jut forward in a desperate plea for pleasure.
This is madness, but the madness is ours as I drink again from her lips, swallowing her gasp when I lift her up, setting her ass on the counter.
“What are we doing?” she gasps against my lips, our breaths loud in the silence of the room. Words aren’t something I want to deal with. Words mean logic, and us together is anything but logical.
I shake my head. “Everything.”
“Fuck. Aiden.” Her groan of pleasure lights me up, and I grip her face, pulling our mouths together again. Everything is wet heat, the slick sounds of our tongues sending my arousal burning through my veins.
Hands dance, gripping and pulling in equal measure until my fingers press against the heat of her. Aurora’s lips rip away from mine as she flings her head back. “Oh god.” The words have me smiling as I press kisses into the skin of her neck. The fabric between us is easy enough to move to the side, and I let out my own groan when I feel how slick her folds are.
“So wet,” I whisper, baring my teeth against her skin as I slide my middle finger up and down her pussy lips. I want nothing more than to bury my cock there until she truly sings, but I know it’s too soon. I don’t know when or if Jax will be returning, and I know if I have her now, I won’t stop for anything. “Fuck, princess.”
Aurora watches, eyes half-lidded, as I bring my finger up, sucking it into my mouth. I smirk at the hitch in her breathing before sliding my finger back out again. I don’t waste any time dipping it deeper into her center until her pussy clenches around my knuckle.
“Oh god,” she gasps out. Her fingers dig into my back before tangling in my hair and tugging. The pain of it has my hips canting up, and I’m surprised in all the right ways when she kisses me again. Her lips move insistently over mine, and I smile into the kiss, letting her take the lead. I love it.
Having her ravenous against me as I thrust my finger into her molten heat. I hate partners who just lay there and wait for my move, and Aurora is anything but. Her teeth close over my bottom lip, making me shiver, and I answer with a second finger sliding deep into her core.
“There you go, princess,” I growl as I use my free hand to grip her hip. “Push that sweet little pussy on me. I know you’ve needed it.”
“You don’t know anything,” she whispers, her breath hot against my lips. I smirk and thrust deeper, twisting my fingers in. Watching her eyelids flutter closed as her mouth opens wide is nearly as good as feeling her in my hand.
“I know you’ve been alone every night since you left that asshole. I know you deserve all the good fucking things, and that includes feeling good.” I spread my fingers, loving the way her walls clutch me tightly.
“And you think you can make me feel good?”
“I know I can make you feel good, princess.” I pull her hip until she’s perched on the edge of the counter. “You know it too.”
Nothing else needs to be said as I urge her into a rocking motion. The squeeze of her around my fingers and the scent of her wet pussy is enough to make my cock rock hard, standing straight between us.
I want so badly to feel her, but this is her time. I fall into her like a man possessed, drinking down every grunt and sigh until all I can hear is the soft ‘ah ah’ of her cries of pleasure.
Her nails grip me again until, with a final bite into my skin, I feel her body arch.
“Aiden,” she cries out, my grunt answering her as I bury my face against her, nipping the back of her neck..
Time stands still as we breathe together, the push and pull of our chests matching as the reality of what just happened sinks in. Aurora’s grip loosens, and I slowly slide my fingers from the clutch of her cunt. Wordlessly, I set her on her feet, doing nothing to stop her as she pushes away. Our eyes meet, and I can see the hunger but also the confusion there. How this happened, I don’t have any answers. All I know is I want her so rabidly that if she touches me again, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking her. With a grunt, I turn and make my way out of the kitchen, not stopping until I’m in my room with the door between us.
I can still hear Aurora moving beyond, but I don’t call out to her. My fingers are still slick with her arousal, and I use them to ease my dick from my pants.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been, the head of me wet with the need to be enveloped in the tightness of her cunt. As I slide my hand up and down my shaft, I shiver at the thought of her wetness combining with mine.
The flavor of her is heavy on my tongue, and it takes no time at all for me to shiver through my own orgasm.
“Fuck,” I groan out as I look at my cum-slicked hand. I know I’ve messed up, but the worst part is how fucking much I want to mess up again.