I hold still, peering up at him through my eyelashes. Aiden’s dark eyebrows bunch together as he squeezes his eyes shut, and he whimpers.
Those sounds . . . I’ll never forget them. While I’m on my deathbed, replaying everything good in my life, it will be Aiden’s whimpers that will be the first and last things I think about.
His breathing returns to normal, his fingers loosening in my hair.
I squeeze my throat on him and suck. His knees buckle, and he catches himself before falling. He holds onto my hair with both hands but never takes control. I know he could if he really wanted to, yet he restrains himself for me, allowing me this moment to get what I want.
“Nova,please,” he whimpers. “Let me come.”
I stop moving and peek at him, batting my eyelashes and curling my lips into an innocent smile. The smile doesn’t work out like what I wanted, but his scowl is what I aimed for. It’s like he’s throwing a tantrum for not getting what he wants, and it’s amusing.
His nostrils flare, and he clenches his jaw. “You’re such a naughty little sister.”
My stomach dips, and my already wet panties become soaked.
Oh fuck.
Aiden smirks, knowing full well what he did and how I reacted to it.
Narrowing my eyes, I stroke his shaft and suck his cock with vigor. His eyelashes flutter before his eyes roll back. Aiden’s chest rises and falls rapidly, and he lets out a deep groan that vibrates straight to my core.
“Goddamn,” he breathes. He thrusts his hips, ramming his cock deeper. “Please, Nova. Don’t stop.”
I lean back and shove his hips away from my face with a laugh. “My jaw is hurting now. Maybe later.”
Aiden’s eyes snap open and he drops his gaze to my face, watching me as I stand. I wobble while gaining my balance, the feeling coming back to my legs after being on my knees for so long.
“You don’t mean that,” he says. He reaches for me.
I step back and blow him a kiss. “I’ve gotta go. So much to do in such a short time. But you enjoy that smoothie, big brother.”
“Nova!” Aiden growls.
I giggle and fling the front door open, then dash outside and freeze at the large figure leaning against the deck’s banister. Jaxon’s dark gaze slips to me, and the corner of his lip kicks up into a smirk. He flicks his finished cigarette into the yard and straightens.
Swallowing hard, I ease to the side as he strides past me. The door clicks shut behind him, and I listen for yelling or accusations. But it’s dead silent.
I glance at the empty spot Jaxon occupied. Three crushed cigarette butts, two of them with a thin string of smoke curling from one end, lie on the banister.
Rushing down the steps, I grab my phone and send a text to Aiden. I don’t know how much they share or if this is something to be concerned about, but I’ll feel better giving him the heads-up.
Jaxon knows.
TWENTY-SEVEN
AIDEN
I don’t thinkJaxon knows.
I blow out a cloud of sweet vapor and drag in another lungful while I walk alone in the night. My boots thud against the pavement, echoing in the quiet neighborhood and matching my heart’s steady rate.
Nova is wrong about Jaxon knowing what we did. We talked about our plans for Hellfire Night and who’s on his list, but that was it. He never brought her up. Nor did he bring her up while we tortured Kyle for the hell of it. Not one slip of a comment, even subtle.
As soon as I left the safe house, the remaining weight sitting on my chest lifted. I shouldn’t feel so goddamn guilty for messing around with my sister and almost getting caught in the act. Besides, if Jaxon had said anything, he’d be a hypocrite.
Will I ever admit my obsession with Nova to my friends? No, because what good will it do? She’s not mine and never will be. It’s not because she’s my sister; I don’t give a shit about that. What I do care about is how my feelings for someone can flip with the snap of a finger, so why tell my friends how I feel about her when one day it could switch? It’s out of my control.
My steps falter, and I pause on my trek to the house.
