I bite my bottom lip to quiet my heavy breathing as Aiden’s fingers inch deeper into my shorts and touch the patch of pubic hair on my pussy.
He wouldn’t dare. We agreed to no sex . . .
“I ride her every day.” Aiden’s deep voice brings me back from the mini freakout and reminds me that Brandon asked a question. “You can ask my girlfriend.”
A giggle slips out of me before I can stop it.
The sexual innuendo. Aiden touching me right in front of Brandon. The jealousy on Brandon’s face. It’s almost too much.
Aiden presses his lips to my throat in a chaste kiss, and I feel his lips curl into a smile.
“Well, it’s getting late, and you two seem cozy,” Brandon grumbles. “I’ll talk to you later, Nova.”
His screen bubble disappears once he logs off and ends the discord video call. I squeak when Aiden drags me against him again, his hand still in my shorts.
“You did great,” he coos. “He’s jealous.”
“I can’t believe it worked.” My legs move on their own, spreading to give Aiden more room to work with.
“Of course it worked.” He hums in approval and creeps his fingers downward. I hold my breath, desperate to know what he’ll do next.
Brandon isn’t watching. Aiden and I aren’t taking pictures to post online for Brandon to see. We don’t need to keep acting like a couple, yet he’s still touching and teasing me.
I shift my hips, needing to stop the building ache between my legs, which earns a low groan from Aiden as my ass rubs against his erection.
“You good?” Aiden whispers into my ear.
He slips his fingers between my folds and spreads them apart. His middle finger forms a hook that he rubs against my clit in one gentle circle before he stops.
He chuckles at my pathetic whimper. “You need something?”
I drop my head to his shoulder and glare at him. “I thought you were going to be a good boy.”
Aiden’s pupils expand, eating the sliver of stormy grey. His full lips curve into a mischievous smile.
“I did say that, didn’t I?” He brushes his fingertip over my swollen clit and snickers at my choked noise. “I’ll be a good boy, then.”
Aiden drags his hand out of my shorts. My stomach drops, and disappointment that I don’t want to face yet fills the empty space it leaves. He eases me off his lap and stands.
“Get some sleep. I’m taking you out in the morning to make up for breaking my promise today.” He pops his fingers into his mouth, winks at me, then leaves the bedroom through our joined bathroom.
TWELVE
NOVA
“You sure youwant to go out today? I checked the weather yesterday evening, but I swear this storm came out of nowhere.” Aiden’s fingers tug at three sections of my hair as he braids them before we ride to Susana’s. He keeps his touch gentle, ensuring he doesn’t snag the strands and end up hurting me.
I smile, keeping my eyes shut. “Yes. I checked the weather app, and it said we have a twenty percent chance of the storm hitting us. The odds are low.”
I’ve been afraid of storms since I was a child. A tornado wiped out my childhood home and killed my mother. Ever since her passing, I prefer to have time to mentally prepare before a storm.
Aiden makes a sound at the back of his throat. He continues braiding my hair and taking his time. A feel-good shiver rolls up my spine, and I tip my head backward, giving him more access.He doesn’t need me to do this, since he stands a good foot taller than I do. I still do it out of courtesy and as a subtle demand for him to keep going.
“Do you think it’ll hit us?” I open my eyes and peek at him over my shoulder.
Aiden tugs the braid, a quiet reprimand for moving when he hasn’t finished. “I don’t want to take any risks of you being out if it’ll storm.”
I smirk and turn back. “You’ll be with me, so I’m not worried.”
