I shake my head at the tiny voice in the back of my head. There’s no way he’s jealous. He doesn’t like me like that and is only doing me a favor by helping me.
We stop beside his bike.
“So how do you plan to get us home with that thing in the way?” I say.
Aiden raises an eyebrow, flashes me a sly smirk, and slaps the dildo’s suction cup onto the seat. “Thing? You don’t need to be shy with me.”
“You knew what I meant.” I huff.
His smirk sharpens. “I don’t think I do. Whatthingare you talking about?”
“I’m not falling for that trap.” I snatch my helmet from the seat and lower it over my head.
He tsks and steps in front of me, removing my helmet and setting it down. “I need to braid your hair, pretty girl. What’s the rush?”
I bite the inside of my cheek and spin on my heel, giving him my back.
Aiden hugs me from behind, and I shiver at the brush of his lips against my throat as he trails chaste kisses along the column.
“You’re fucking adorable,” he murmurs, then straightens.
I squeeze my eyes shut and ignore the funny feeling in my chest. Aiden pulls the two half-up pigtails out and runs his fingers through my hair, working out the knots before sectioning it into three parts.
“Now that we’re alone and can talk, how did it go with Brandon before I showed up?”
A shiver racks through me, and I tilt my head back. I close my eyes and hum in contentment. “It went great.”
The lie sits bitter on my tongue.
Being alone with Brandon was okay. I didn’t get butterflies in my stomach like I used to whenever I talked to him. Thelittle things he did and said rubbed me the wrong way. I tried to ignore it, hoping my thoughts were wrong and my feelings were confused because of my new relationship with Aiden.
“Great, huh? Did you flirt with him like I showed you?” He ties the end of the braid with the pink scrunchie he keeps around his wrist.
“Uh-huh.” I tried to. It didn’t land the way I wanted it to, and Brandon’s form of flirting came off stiff. When Aiden flirts with me, it flows better. Maybe it’s me. PerhapsI’mthe problem.
He tugs at the end of my braid. “I have to come clean with you.”
I suck in a sharp breath. My stomach does the thing again. And my heart? It’s pounding so hard I’m afraid Aiden can hear it. “O-oh yeah? About what?”
He steps in front of me, flashing me a mischievous grin, and hands me my pink helmet. “I lied about not having plans for that dildo.”
My chest deflates, and I avert my gaze as I drag the helmet over my head. “So what are you going to do with it?”
Aiden puts on his safety gear and flips the tinted visor, the corners of his eyes crinkled from his hidden smile. “You’re gonna ride it.”
My fingers slip from the strap under my chin. I choke on a laugh and glance at the tentacle sticking into the air on the motorcycle’s seat.
“When we get home, right?”
Aiden eases my hands aside and takes over strapping the helmet in place.
“And that’s not all of it,” he coos.
“There’s more?” My nervous laughter hitches, then gets louder.
Aiden hums and tilts his head as he focuses on the straps. His silence sets my teeth on edge, and I don’t know if I can wait long enough for him to answer.
He tucks the end through the loop and raises his gaze to mine. “Have you ever played with your ass?”
