Page 18 of Pucking Off-Sides With My Brother's Best Friend

I thrust my fingers deep, jerking my hips against the feeling. My thumb brushes my clit, sending sparks of pleasure racing through my body, and I have to clench my teeth to not shout out how good it feels. Slick sounds are swallowed up by the rush of flowing water, and I press my thumb up, wanting to come. If I were in bed, I would take things more slowly and let the pleasure slowly build, but I have to hurry because I know I’ll be mortified If I got caught like this.

With a final thrust up, I split my fingers until I can slide in a third. The stretch is so good my eyes roll back, and I feel my body clench before it releases.

I moan as a wave of pleasure washes over me. Slowly, the pelting water bleeds back into my senses. Beyond the shower, I can’t hear anything, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. I’m not ashamed about pleasuring myself, but geezuz, it would’ve been awkward to be caught by Jax or, even worse, Aiden. Yeah it’s natural, but I don’t doubt I’d fall victim to some teasing, and I don’t need that kind of stress in my life. Not when I am finally starting to get over the slump I’ve been in for the past couple of weeks.

“Damn, I needed that,” I say to myself. I shiver when I slide my fingers from my cunt and rinse them under the water before reaching for the soap. I wash quickly, my skin slightly oversensitive after having just orgasmed for the first time in a while.

I know this is just something I’m going to have to grow used to. Really, I am going to have to overcome my fear of masturbating when the guys are home.

Neither of them really comes into my room without knocking, and I do have a lock. Besides, my obsessive worrying about it is stupid because Aiden’s only ever even knocked to call me for dinner. And honestly I shouldn’t have an aversion to doing something that feels good at this point in my life—no apologies. I’m a grown-ass woman.

I take my time getting dressed even when I hear the front door opening and Jax’s voice calling out to Aiden. They’re rowdy in the way they always are when they’re weaning off the high of practice. It’s hilarious to see these grown men pushing back and forth like a couple of overgrown teenagers, but I let them have their moments.

I know adrenaline is a hell of a drug to come down from. I may not have gone professional, but I played sports too when I was younger. I know how these things work.

The noise of their rough and tumble entrance slowly subsides, but I don’t leave the comfort of my room. Katarina will be around eventually. She wants to show me the nightlife. I’m more than happy to relax at home, but I know she won’t let me do that this time.

I’ve been lying low for the past week, and I don’t have a good excuse for staying in another weekend. And I don’t need her to start worrying about me. I’ve done my best to keep my little slip-up with Aiden a secret from her. I mean Jax is bad enough whenhe starts his long-suffering mom routine, and I don’t need her to add to it.

Dressing isn’t easy, but I channel my inner Katarina and finally go with form-fitting jean shorts and a low-cut top. I think I look pretty good, even if it isn’t my usual choice of dress. After grabbing my purse, I open my bedroom door and prepare to exit when Jax and Aiden’s voices reach me.

“So, what’s the deal with Aurora lately?”

My hand freezes on the doorknob, and I strain my hearing. I don’t make it a habit to eavesdrop when Jax and Aiden are having a conversation, but since it is about me, I don’t feel so bad. I am not naïve. I know Jax and Aiden have probably had conversations about me before. I’ve talked about each of them with the other too. It is something that comes with being roommates.

But this question seems less of a normal inquiry and more of a potential problem. Plus, I’m curious. I’m not often privy to their conversations, and I wonder what they normally talk about.

“What do you mean?” Jax asks. I slowly lean against the wall and hope my movements can’t be heard. I don’t want them to stop talking before I hear what they have to say. “She seems fine to me.”

“I don’t know, man. She’s been a lot quieter than normal.”

Jax laughs, though it doesn’t sound very humorous. “Weren’t you the one who always said she talked too much?”

That makes me wince. I don’t think I’m a chatterbox, but maybe that’s why Aiden and I struggle to get along.

I do have a habit of telling long-winded stories. It’s something I’ve always done, though no one’s ever brought it up before.

Does that make me annoying?

Does Aiden think I’m annoying?

I don’t know why the thought of answering that makes me so nervous. It’s not like I care if Aiden thinks I’m a pain. We’re barely even friends; more like frenemies..

“Yeah,” Aiden replies, making me scowl. “But that was when she was a kid. It’s fine now, but she never seems to have much to say. It’s weird.”

I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes. I don’t know why I care so much about Aiden’s words. In the long run, he’ll eventually move out of Jax’s house, and then I won’t have to worry if he finds me not fun to be around or not.

“I mean, you know about Turner,” Jax volunteers. I can’t hear Aiden’s response, but I know he knows about Turner. But I stay quiet to see what else Jax will say.

“Yeah. Should’ve kicked his ass when we had a chance.”

“You’re not wrong,” Jax replies. “I tried to stay out of it, but he did a bit of a number on Aurora. She’s doing alright though. Just give her some time.”

“I’m not—“ A knock on the front door interrupts Aiden’s words, and I curse under my breath as I slowly creep back to my room. Katarina has the worst timing. I want to know what Aiden is going to say, but I can’t ask without revealing that I am listening in on his and Jax’s conversation.

When Katarina knocks on my bedroom door, I feign surprise before following her out into the living room. Jax and Aiden are sitting on the couch with a couple of beers in their hands. When they look up, Jax smiles, but Aiden’s face does some complicated thing before settling on frustrating indifference.

I wish I knew him well enough to understand what all of that means. I can’t even ask Jax. He’d probably try to do his overprotective brother thing and make everything awkward between all of us.

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