Page 40 of Pucking Off-Sides With My Brother's Best Friend

Everything in me wants to stay in this floaty place between sleep and waking, where everything is fuzzy and soft.

I’ve never felt this content… this whole.

Aurora’s warm body’s pressed against mine. I breathe deep, burying my face in a cocoon of fragrant strands, her scent fillingmy lungs with every breath. Squeezing the curves under my hand causes Aurora to shift in her sleep, I freeze—one wrong move and this entire feeling will dissolve in an instant.

For a moment, I let myself believe this could be my new reality. But reality has a nasty habit of bitchslapping me back to my senses.

Aurora is still sleeping, her side rising and falling with each breath. And the only sounds I hear are from the occasional passing car and Aurora’s steady breathing. I watch her for a moment, memorizing the way her lashes fan across her cheeks, the slight part of her lips. It’s almost enough to make me forget the shitstorm we’re brewing.

“Mmm,” Aurora mumbles, her eyes fluttering open. “Aiden?”

“Morning, princess,” I murmur, my voice still rough from waking. She smiles, slow and lazy, before reality seems to hit her. Her eyes widen slightly.

“We... last night...”

“Yeah,” I confirm, with my brows wrinkled, not sure what else to say. “You, okay?”

She nods, biting her lip. “More than okay. You?”

I grin and whisper, unable to help myself. “Fucking fantastic.”

We trade soft kisses and gentle touches, neither of us quite ready to face the day. But eventually, the real world comes knocking.

“We should probably...” Aurora trails off, gesturing vaguely.

“Yeah,” I agree, reluctantly pulling away.

I head to the shower, something I regret as it means not having her skin against mine. Still, her warmth leeches into me pleasantly, and I squeeze gently, not wanting to let go just yet. Aurora follows me in. I know Jax isn’t coming home yet, and that makes me bold. Even now, the house is still quiet,

We don’t say another word about it, instead trading kisses as we shower before falling back into her bed. Mornings like this are a fantasy, and one I never imagined could be real. The weight of Aurora in my arms grounds me in the present, even as sleep tries to beckon me under again. I know I need to get up and get moving.

Jax might not have come home last night, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be returning at all today. The last thing I need is to get caught in bed with his sister. I doubt he would continue to consider me a dude he could be proud of if he knew I fucked his sister behind his back until we both fell apart.

Speaking of, last night that was an experience I’ve never fucking had before. Sex isn’t something I feel bad about wanting, and as long as everyone is down, I enjoy it. But last night with Aurora is on a whole other level.

The urge to fuck her furiously battles with the need to make sure she comes until she can’t tell her body from mine.

Just the memory of her face as she climaxes is enough to have my stomach clenching and my cock jumping in need.

“Fuck,” I breathe out softly before giving in to the urge to kiss her shoulder. The shirt she’s wearing has fallen to the side, baring that bit of skin to me, and I lightly brush my lips over it.

I want to glut myself on her taste again, but I know if I don’t leave now, I never will, and I can’t afford to be caught with my dick out…literally.

At this point separating myself from Aurora takes even more effort than earlier. The last thing I want to do right now is wake her and have a conversation I’m notready for.

My body feels like it’s being torn in two - part of me wanting to stay right here in bed with her, the other part screaming at me to run.

I need to figure out where the fuck my head is at and what the hell I’m going to say.

We’ve fucked twice, three times if I consider our moment in the kitchen nearly a week ago. I need to remember who I am and what I’m here for. The rink calls to me like a siren - the only place where things still make sense.

I force myself out of bed, away from Aurora’s warmth. Aurora sighs deeply as I shift my hand from beneath her head. I suck in a breath and freeze when she turns over, facing me. Her cheeks are a soft red, and her plush lips are lightly parted. I stare at them, remembering the druggy kisses that come from them. Iwant to sample more, but I know if I touch her again, I will never be able to leave. So, with that internal confession, I shift to the bottom of the bed and stand. The floor is cold against my bare feet, but I ignore that and leave the room, not looking back.

It’s earlier than I thought. I grab my gear from my room and leave, not stopping until I’m in the locker room. It’s a bit early for practice, but a skate around the ice is needed to help me shake the memories from last night. I’m not surprised to see some of our teammates there.

“Aiden, man. You missed a good fucking night last night,” Sebastian says with a wide smile. It’s his ‘I got fucking laid’ smile, and I do my best to return it like I usually would. The guy isn’t shy about talking about his hedonistic conquests, and usually, I’m content enough to listen. Today, though, I need to think about something other than sex.

“Had shit to do,” I grunt out as I slip on my pads. I hope that my clipped answer is enough for him to take a hint and move on to talking to someone else, but he doesn’t take the bait.

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