“You hungry, pretty girl?” I murmur into her hair.
She tips her head back to look at me, her expression guarded but face tinged pink from a blush. My fingers curl tighter into her stomach, jealousy raging through my body like a tumultuous storm. She’s not blushing because of me. It’s because ofhim.
“I think I’m ready to go home.” She averts her gaze.
Slowly, I turn my stony stare to Brandon. He looks just as confused as I feel, his shoulders hunched, hands tucked in his front pockets.
Sensing my change of mood, Nova turns in my grasp and grabs my hand. “Take me home, pretty boy?”
My cock jerks at the nickname. This is the second time she’s called me pretty boy, and this reaction is more dangerous than the last. I nearly blackout with the vision of Nova on her hands and knees in front of me, her pussy stretching around my fat dick and welcoming me home.
“Of course, baby. I’ll do anything for you.” I kiss the top of her head and spare a glance at Brandon. “Nice meeting you, Bradlynn.”
I lead Nova away from the asshole as he corrects me, and we stride out of the fairgrounds toward my motorcycle. We don’t speak until we reach the bike.
“What the hell was that about?” she asks while fumbling with her safety gear.
I shove my helmet over my head and work the straps into place. “It’s all part of the plan, sis. Trust me, he’ll text you later tonight.”
Nova struggles with the straps, and because I’m in a rush to get home to jack off like a goddamn noob who can’t control his hormones, I gently brush her hands aside and buckle them for her.
She warily eyes me. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “Yep.”
Nope.
I’m hard as steel, and it aches. I never thought I’d say this about an erection, but here I am, hurting and begging for release because I kissed my sister twice tonight and she called me pretty.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Nova doesn’t say anything, but she watches me with uncertainty in her eyes. I mount the seat and hold the bike steady while Nova climbs onto the back and wraps her arms around my chest.
The entire ride home is pure hell. It’s not the first time I’ve ridden my bike while hard, but this time feels different. The sense of urgency to lock myself in my bedroom to use Nova’s panties to stroke my dick is making the pain ten times worse. My skin crawls.
Her soft voice fills my head. Each mention ofpretty boyhas pre-cum leaking from the sensitive tip.
I swear to God, if I come on my bike, I’m going to be pissed.
I pull into the driveway and cut the engine. “I’m going to bed early. Don’t wait up for me.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Nova slips off the seat and turns to me as I unfold myself from the bike and stride toward the front door.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Just tired and need to be alone for a little while.” I unstrap my helmet and drop it by the entrance. “If Brandon messages you, don’t text him back right away. Make him wait.”
I grit my teeth as I climb the stairs and widen my legs to make more room for my hard, throbbing, painful dick. Each step is equivalent to dragging my balls on hot coals and shattered glass.
“Aiden?”
I freeze at the top of the staircase as Nova’s soft voice reaches me. She climbs the steps and stops in front of me with her head bent back to look at my face as I slowly turn toward her.
“What is it?” I whisper.
She tugs at a strand of hair, and I lay my hand over hers. Her eyelashes flutter, and she catches her bottom lip between herteeth. I narrow my eyes and reach for her lip to stop her from hurting herself when she releases it and speaks.
“I know you don’t kiss, but I was wondering, since we went on a date tonight, even though it was fake, if we could end the night with . . .”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I step closer until my chest brushes against hers. I wrap a loose lock of her hair around my finger. “If we could end the night with what?”
