Page 27 of Pucking Off-Sides With My Brother's Best Friend

I snort and cross my arms. “Probably the same as you.” I look down at her hand. “Then again, maybe not.”

She follows my gaze before scowling. “Don’t even think about it. You and Jax destroyed all the other ones. This one is mine.”

I smirk before taking a step closer. “Really? You won’t even share a little? I did just score a goal and helped our team to victory. That has to count for something.”

Aurora takes a step back as she curls another hand around the cupcake. I don’t actually want the damn thing, but messing with her is too damn fun to stop. “I said congratulations. What more do you want?”

If only she knew how loaded that question is. In truth, I want fucking everything. I want the fame and accolades that come with victory after victory. I want the Stanley fucking Cup. I want…

“A bite of your cupcake.” That isn’t what I planned to say, but it’s there, hanging between us like the tension that seems to grow with each conversation.

If only Aurora knew how twisted that truth is. I want her cupcake, but that want has nothing to do with the pastry in her hand and everything to do with the sweetness I’ve tasted on her lips. I lean forward as if watching myself from outside my body.

Aurora’s eyes widen before she moves quick as anything, shoving the cupcake into her mouth. The move slams me to a stop, and I let out a bark of laughter. That isn’t what I was expecting, not by a long shot.

But it does nothing to cool the lake of fire burning inside me. It’s consuming, wholly and without end. I have to put a stop to it before I lose my mind.

“Really?” I ask, hoping that words will help me cool the heat between us. “Was that truly necessary?”

Aurora narrows her eyes, cheeks puffed out like a very cute chipmunk. She tries to speak, her voice muffled by the cupcake between her lips. I shake my head and run a hand through my hair. Closing my eyes helps as I take a trembling breath in. This arousal is threatening to undo me.

“You could have just sai-” My words slam to a stop when I look at her again. “Fuck.”

Aurora chews furiously, white icing painting her lips in a lewd display. She lifts her hand, fingers also coated in that sweettreat. When she sees me looking, she scowls, but it does nothing to stop my brain from conjuring up images of something else painting her plush lips. It’s enough to burn me from the inside, and I can’t stop myself from reaching out and taking her wrist in my hand.

“What?” Aurora chokes out as she swallows. I don’t leave her any time to say something else before I crowd her against the kitchen counter. This close, the heat between us is palpable, and there’s no hesitation in me as I bring those wicked fingers to my own ravenous mouth, sliding my lips over them. Sweet, sugary goodness bursts over my tongue, and I groan when I finally catch a hint of her underneath.

I feel Aurora’s body go rigid, but it’s too late for me to stop and think. I slide my tongue between her fingers, chasing the taste around until there’s nothing left but the salty bite of her skin. I want to suck her down until she becomes part of me, and everything reminds me of her.

“Aiden,” Aurora gasps out, her fingers curling on my tongue. I open my eyes and zero in on the streak of white at the corner of her mouth. If her fingers taste this good, I know I’ll be undone by the taste of her lips. I’ve only gotten a sample of them the night before, but now I want to glut myself on their flavor.

This is madness. I know I’m playing a dangerous game. The reality of it slowly bleeds into my mind the longer we stand together with Aurora’s body a rigid line against mine.

She can’t possibly want this. Her actions the other night were probably nothing more than the foolishness of alcohol. With asoft groan, I pull back, letting her fingers fall from my lips as I try to think about how to salvage this situation.

“Aurora, I’m so-” My words are again stopped, but this time by wet heat as Aurora’s lips press against mine. Heat, pure and unstoppable, courses through me, lighting me up from the inside. Sugar and spice war on my tongue as I thrust it into Aurora’s mouth, seeking out every bit of her flavor. If I thought her skin was good, drinking from her lips is even better. Kissing her is like discovering a new recipe or perfecting a new move on the ice. It feels better than scoring my first goal or playing a shutout game. This is fucking victory.

Nails scrape against my chest, blazing a burning trail over my shoulders until they set themselves against my back. The bite of them has me groaning, and I grab Aurora’s shapely hips as I press harder against her.

The soft shift of fabric against my fingers has me looking down, and for the first time, I realize that she’s clad in shorts and a thin-strapped pajama top. None of it hides the shape of her, and my gaze zeroes in on the twin peaks of her nipples under the sheer fabric. My mouth is suddenly hungry for something else.

A soft whine brings my attention back to Aurora, and when I feel one of her legs lift, I reach down to pull it up and tight against my hip.

I slide between her thighs, the heat of her pressed hard against my growing cock. The fabric of my shorts does nothing to mute the feeling, and I have to force my hips not to jut forward in a desperate plea for pleasure.

This is madness, but the madness is ours as I drink again from her lips, swallowing her gasp when I lift her up, setting her ass on the counter.

“What are we doing?” she gasps against my lips, our breaths loud in the silence of the room. Words aren’t something I want to deal with. Words mean logic, and us together is anything but logical.

I shake my head. “Everything.”

“Fuck. Aiden.” Her groan of pleasure lights me up, and I grip her face, pulling our mouths together again. Everything is wet heat, the slick sounds of our tongues sending my arousal burning through my veins.

Hands dance, gripping and pulling in equal measure until my fingers press against the heat of her. Aurora’s lips rip away from mine as she flings her head back. “Oh god.” The words have me smiling as I press kisses into the skin of her neck. The fabric between us is easy enough to move to the side, and I let out my own groan when I feel how slick her folds are.

“So wet,” I whisper, baring my teeth against her skin as I slide my middle finger up and down her pussy lips. I want nothing more than to bury my cock there until she truly sings, but I know it’s too soon. I don’t know when or if Jax will be returning, and I know if I have her now, I won’t stop for anything. “Fuck, princess.”

Aurora watches, eyes half-lidded, as I bring my finger up, sucking it into my mouth. I smirk at the hitch in her breathingbefore sliding my finger back out again. I don’t waste any time dipping it deeper into her center until her pussy clenches around my knuckle.

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