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Jax nods with a grin. “I suppose.” He pauses, giving me a look I can’t quite decipher. “Or maybe you’ve got your eye on someone already?”

I freeze, Aurora’s face flashing through my mind again. Fuck. How did shit get so damn complicated?

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Chapter eighteen

Aurora

I’m still kicking myselffor not just going to the away game using my own funds. The excitement in Jax’s voice when he called after their win was so palpable I could almost taste it. And now, as I pace the living room, waiting for them to return, I’m torn between anticipation and gnawing guilt. I wanted to be there for Jax’s first game with the new team. And if I’m honest with myself - which is becoming an increasingly dangerous habit - I wanted to be there for Aiden too.

But now that the game’s over, I wish even more so that I could’ve been there to celebrate. Jax calls me after the game, his voice full of the kind of excitement that bleeds through the phone. The next game isn’t one I’m willing to miss.

Standing in this kitchen, alone with my thoughts, is getting to me. For whatever reason, whenever I have a moment and nothing to do, the details of that late night on the granite counter flood my memory— it’s like my skin remembers every touch.

But I have to stop this because fantasizing about Aiden is foolish, especially given that what happened between us was a fluke.

I mean just looking at his reaction to Mark, plus he’s neverreallyexpressed any interest in me, a quickie back then yes, but not real interest anyway.

The kitchen incident…well, that could be chalked up to the moon being in some kind of retrograde.

But isn’t that just like me? Always wanting what I can’t have, always complicating things. I’ve spent so long being the good girl, the responsible one.

Maybe that’s why this thing with Aiden…whatever it is feels so... exhilarating.

It’s reckless and messy and completely unlike me. And yet, I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting more.

“Ugh, I need to stop this,” I say aloud, not expecting the quiet to respond. My body is being unruly, and I squeeze my legs together.

There’s nothing good to watch on T.V., and my mind is wandering in search of some kind of stimulation.

It’s so damn distracting, and with a final huff, I turn off the television and stomp to my room.

My restlessness grows with each passing minute. The house is empty, and my thoughts are a tangled mess of desire and doubt. I need... something. A distraction, a release, anything to quiet the storm in my head.

Really, I think all I need is an orgasm and a nap.

I close my bedroom door behind me, not bothering to turn on the light. The dusk sky is a perfect backdrop for an evening of self-love. I drop my jeans on the floor and grab my favorite vibrator from the bedside drawer.

Katarina had suggested it one night when we were at her place, deep into our third bottle of wine. I’d completely forgotten about it until the package arrived, looking suspiciously inconspicuous.

Thank God for that Thank You card on the box, or I might have eagerly torn into it right there in the kitchen, with Jax and Aiden as my unwitting audience. Can you imagine? “Oh look, boys, Aunt Flo sent me a... wait, that’s not a scented candle!”

It took me two nights to work up the courage to open it. I swear I could hear it vibrating accusingly from inside the drawer. When I finally did unbox it, I half expected confetti and a neon sign announcing, “CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR NEW SEX TOY!” But no, just me, blushing furiously in an empty room.

Still, it didn’t take long for my new little friend to earn its place of honor by my bed.

Who knew shame could be so short-lived when pleasures on the line?

I lay back against my pillows, enjoying the almost feeling of being enveloped. It would be better if there were arms wrapped around me, but a single girl does what she has to do. I lift my shirt off and toss it to the floor. In the chill of the air, my nipples peak, and I let my hands drift over them, shivering at the sensation.

I’m not expecting either Jax or Aiden to come back till tomorrow night, so I can afford to take my time for once. The buzz of the vibrator isn’t that loud, but I’m always terrified it’s loud enough for them to hear through the walls.

I breathe deep, enjoying the shiver that runs through my body. My nipples are always so sensitive around this time of the month and now is no different. While I play with one, I let my free hand drift down over my stomach and into my undies. My cunt is hot, and I jerk when I brush over my clit.

I want to draw things out, though, and I know the quickest way to be done and ready for a nap is to stimulate my clitoris.

Too soon.

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