I nod, still unable to use my voice.
Aiden squeezes me in a hug. “Do we need to stop?”
I shake my head.
He pecks my shoulder before easing me off his lap. I follow him to my bed and linger at the edge as he drops onto the mattress and gestures for me to get on him.
When I don’t move, Aiden pushes himself up onto his elbows and smirks. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”
My knees buckle, and I steady myself with a hand on the mattress.
Did he really just say?—
Aiden scoots backward until his back meets the padded pink headboard. He pats his lap. “C’mon, sis. You still want to make that guy jealous?”
It’s like he knew the magic words to drag me out of my head.
I smile and ease onto the bed. “How do you want me?”
Aiden’s eyes darken, but he keeps the lopsided grin in place, although it tightens like he’s forcing it to stay there. “Straddle my lap and act like you’re cuddling me.”
I warily eye him and do as he said. As I crawl onto his lap, he envelops me in his arms and hitches me higher until my cheek rests against his chest and his arm hooks beneath my ass—a perfect fit. Warmth blooms in my face from how dangerously close his hand is to the crease of my bottom as he holds me in place.
“Relax,” he murmurs into my hair. “It’s only me.”
I huff. “I am relaxed.”
Aiden snorts and pats my thigh in a mock spank. “If you consider cuddling with a plank of wood relaxed, then sure. Breathe. If you have to pretend that I’m Brandon, then do it.”
My eyes squeeze shut, and I take a breath through my nose to calm my racing heart. It doesn’t help that I’m still turned on after he whispered how he’d suck on my clit. I can’t get the image out of my head, which doesn’t help the other accidental fantasies I’ve had of my brother.
Aiden rubs my back and kisses the top of my head. “Or you can pretend that we’re just cuddled up during a storm.”
My shoulders relax, and my stiff muscles melt. I loosen my hold on him and bury my face in the crook of his shoulder and neck.
Aiden hums. “That’s my girl. Keep doing that.”
His phone clicks as he takes snapshots of us like this. The noise fades as I focus on the feeling of being held by him and how safe he makes me feel. I turn my head to breathe in his sweet and clean scent, which helps keep me in the headspace he put me in.
Reminding me of how he helps me during a storm was a great way to break my mental spiral. Sometimes Aiden willwhisper comforting words. He’ll say he’s here with me to keep me grounded and prevent me from returning to the night I lost my mother.
Placing my hand on Aiden’s chest, I kiss a spot in the crook of his shoulder. His sharp inhale and stiffening posture don’t escape me, which adds a thrill that I don’t want to admit to. But he doesn’t stop me. He keeps snapping photos and squeezing my thigh, as if he’s silently urging me to continue.
I picture it’s Brandon that I’m kissing, which helps make this less weird. I kiss another spot, earning shaky breaths from him. His dick jerks against my core and hardens the more I kiss his neck.
Mind drugged and forgetting the point of us doing this, I trace along the column of his throat with my lips. He tilts his head to give me more access. I drag my tongue over his fluttering pulse and roll my hips against his to find relief from the throbbing between my legs.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice pitched deeper and bordering on a growl. “Keep pretending I’m him.”
Aiden shifts until he’s lying on his back with my front pressed against his chest. He cups my ass and hisses between his teeth as I nip his neck and soothe the sting with my tongue.
He tastes just as he smells. Sweet and clean.
“You’re doing so good.” He sucks in another ragged breath as I rock my hips against his. “Just imagine how jealous he’s gonna be when he sees these pictures.”
I shudder at Aiden’s whimper when I slide my pussy against his erection. His shorts make it seem like he’s not wearing anything at all, and I wonder if he’s even wearing boxers. The question disappears when he groans again, and it’s like a pleasurable electric current shot straight between my legs.
Him talking me through this and painting a picture of Brandon is enough to send me over the edge. It’s easier topretend I’m sucking on Brandon’s neck instead of my brother’s. Their voices are so similar that it’s easy to imagine I’m grinding on my crush.
