Page 19 of Pucking Off-Sides With My Brother's Best Friend

“Wow, look at you, lady,” Katarina gushes. She lifts my hand and gestures for me to spin. With a smile, I do. “You look amazing. Doesn’t she look so good?”

I refuse to comment other than to say,“I tried to pull out my inner Katarina—I must be doing something right.”

“Don’t make me have to hurt someone,” Jax says with a wide grin. Aiden’s gaze hasn’t left mine, but he also hasn’t said anything.

I shake my head. “It’ll be fine. We aren’t doing anything too crazy that I know of. Right, Kat?”

Katarina nods quickly. “Nope. Just dinner and drinks with a few friends. I’ll bring her back in the same condition as when she left, so don’t worry.”

I roll my eyes at her over-explanation.

“You look good.”

Aiden’s words hit me like a splash of freezing cold water, Well that’s totally unexpected. I glance at Aiden. His expression is still unreadable, but there’s something in his eyes that warms me all over. I barely stammer out a response before grabbing Katarina’s hand, practically dragging her out the door. My face burns with the thought of Aiden’s gaze looking up and down my body, and all I can think about is the memory of phantom hands and his deep voice in my ear.

In the car, Katarina chatters away, but I’m only half-listening. My mind’s stuck on replay. Aiden’s eyes, his words, the warmth that spreads through me at his approval. It’s ridiculous, really. Since when do I care what Aiden thinks?

As we pull up to the restaurant, I make the decision that tonight, I’m not going to overthink anything.

Chapter ten

Aiden

This wasn’t part ofthe game plan.

These thoughts about Aurora are like a sucker punch to the face. Every time I see her, it’s like I’m brought ten paces backward. It’s like I’m losing my edge.

The smart play would be to shut this shit down. To lock it away and focus on what matters.

“Such a damn dumbass,” I hiss at myself as I shut the bathroom door behind me. It’s been hours since I watched Aurora walk away, her shapely hips calling out from beneath stretched denim.

The memory of my arm curled around her waist plagues my thoughts since she and Katarina left. I can still imagine the soft blush of color across her cheeks. If not for the audience, I’d do something. I’m not sure what that something is, but I know it wouldn’t be acceptable.

At least my thoughts are my own, even when they’re filled with thoughts of Aurora and what it would be like to peel those shorts from her. I don’t know how my desire isn’t etched onto my face at this point.

I glance down at my hardening cock. It doesn’t take too much for me to get off these days. Even if it is always the same kiss-bitten lips and a smaller grip around my dick, that’s my own business.

At least I never act on it. The smart thing to do would be to get out and find someone to work off some of this tension with, and yet night after night I find myself at home doing the same stupid shit with my time.

“Fucking pathetic,” I say to my reflection in the mirror, who looks back at me with no answers to speak of. With a sigh, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor before doing the same to my shorts.

My cock is already rising quickly, and I have zero desire to deny myself some self-loving. It’s all I’m getting these days anyway.

By the time I climb into the shower, steam curls around me, warming my skin. The water pelts down, relieving my aching muscles and making me sigh.

It feels damn good after these hard practices night after night. The season is starting in a couple of weeks, and I know taking time to indulge is going to be few and far between, especially when we get on the road. Despite my initial hesitancy, living with Jax and Aurora has proven more than a good idea, and I’m glad I let myself be talked into it.

I scratch a hand through the hairs on my lower stomach before turning my head to the side and cracking the tension out of my neck. I need a fucking massage so someone can take my ass apart and put it back together again. I make a mental note to schedule one for the next day before getting the show on the road.

I grab my dick, shivering slightly at the warmth of my own hand. The water doesn’t provide much of a slide, but I keep going, gripping with the pressure that I like.

My breath huffs out of me, and I lean forward to prop myself up on the wall in front of me. I run my thumb over the head of my dick, smiling slightly at the feeling. I spread the precum that drips from it, liking the slip it gives me. It isn’t the same as being balls deep in someone and having their slickness spread on me to ease thrusting, but it will have to do for now. I squeeze the head, pressing more liquid out and spreading it more. I stand up straight before spitting in my free hand and bringing it to my cock as well.

Double-handed gives me more to work with, and I squeeze one while rotating the other, giving me a writhing funnel to fuck into.

It isn’t as good as someone’s pussy, but fuck, it’ll have to do. Later, I’ll have a talk with myself about why it feels wrong to invite someone back to the house when I pay rent here too, but not right now. I don’t want to look at a fucking thing too closely this close to the season’s start. I have to have my head in the game, which means getting off as quickly as possible and moving the fuck on.

My breathing speeds up as I feel my stomach clench. I’m so fucking close and just need a bit more to get myself over the line. I stroke my dick, squeezing up near the head again and jerking as pinpricks of pleasure dance over my skin. With my eyes closed I try not to feel one bit of guilt as I bring up the image of Aurora in my mind. She’s wearing those fucking shorts that show off every curve and the little slit between her cunt. A shirt that could have been painted on, and the way the fabric frames her beautiful fucking tits. She has grown up so fucking well, and I would be a liar if I said I didn’t notice. I notice even when she’s in long-sleeve shirts and sweats.

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