Page 20 of Pucking Off-Sides With My Brother's Best Friend

I try to keep my eyes to myself in the house because fuck if I make her uncomfortable in her own home. We live together, and I’m not trying to start shit or make her think she needs to cover up.

But twice I’ve walked into the kitchen to find her bent over the oven doing something innocent like pulling out a dish of lasagna, and I can’t stop myself from imagining taking it out of her hands before bending her over again and tasting that sweet heat.

I’m a man half-starved, and clearly, I’m just fixating on the closest possibility. It doesn’t mean a damn thing.

Soft moans echo in my mind at the thought of being wrapped around Aurora, her soft curves pressed against me in that perfect way. I imagine grabbing her chin and turning those plush lips to mine, plundering them until they’re noticeably swollen. How does she taste? Probably fucking perfect.

“Shit.” I hitch my breath before looking down in amazement as my cock jumps and spurts. The relief at having come is soon replaced with frustration at wanting to come again. I’m too old for this shit.

Noises from the living room have me jerking away from the wall, and I wash up quickly, not wanting to be caught with my dick out and cum all over my hands.

When I’m completely dry, I wrap my towel and creep out of the bathroom. The hallway’s still dark, as is the living room, but I hear giggles coming from the other side of the couch.

I slowly pad over there and almost trip over a leg. When I click on the lamp beside the couch, twin yelps ring out, and I almost lose it laughing when I see Katarina and Aurora both lying, limbs twisted, on the floor. They blink up at me, both looking like a pair of baby owls.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you called for a stripper,” Katarina says before devolving into even more giggles. I raise an eyebrow at being mistaken for a stripper.

“I’m not—“

“Noooo,” Aurora says from where she lies on her side. “That’s Aiden. He’s not a stripper…I don’t think. Have you stripped before? Did you make good money?”

Her words are slurred, but they still have me chuckling. Clearly, they’re both completely pissed to the wind. With a grunt, I lean over and help them both up. They keep giggling like two schoolgirls as I help Katarina to the guest room. She slumps onto the bed before turning over and star-fishing.

“Ugh, just let me die here,” she says, her speech slurred. “The world is spinning, and I hate everything.”

“I’ll come check on you once I get Aurora in bed,” I say softly before hitching Aurora up more and walking her over to her room. Her weight on me is like in my imagination, but I push the thoughts to the side and focus on getting her into bed.

It’s the first time I’ve really been in her room, and it’s strangely bereft of personal items. When we were younger, she collected a host of things, but this adult version of her only has a few pictures dotting the walls. It’s so unlike her. I shake my head when Aurora giggles again and says something I don’t understand, and slowly ease her into bed.

“You’re a good egg.”

I snort. “Okay. I think you’re a good egg too, I guess.”

A hand pats me on the top of my head, and I look up at Aurora. She’s leaning back on her elbows, eyes half-lidded and glassy.Her lips are twisted in a crooked smile, and despite looking drunk as hell, she is still so damn gorgeous.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and focus on getting her shoes off.

“No, you don’t,” she starts before giggles derail her words. She pats my head again, and I shake it, smiling at the ridiculousness of the situation.

It isn’t that I’ve never seen Aurora drunk before, but not to this extent, and she definitely hasn’t been as handsy that time. “You helped me before. You helped me again. You’re helping me now.”

“Did you want me to just leave your drunk ass in the living room?” I ask.

“No, you don’t get it,” she insists before pulling at my hair. Despite my annoyance, a thread of leftover arousal has me reaching up to remove her hand.

I don’t need things getting blurred here while she’s on a bender. Aurora’s grip is stronger than it should be, and she grabs my hand back, yanking me. I’m unprepared and fall over her.

“What are you doing?” My question is muffled by a pair of lips pressing against mine. For a moment, I forget where I am and let myself fall into it. The kiss is hot and so fucking good. When Aurora leans back, her eyes are bright, and her lips are sinfully red from up close.

“Even when Turner first pulled his shit, you picked me up and told me I didn’t deserve it. You went to prom with me and after…” I clench my jaw. We’re getting dangerously close to territory that we don’t wade into. “You made me feel so good. I thought my first time would hurt, but you were so—“

“Aurora,” I bite out, halting her words. “We shouldn’t talk about this. You need to get to sleep.”

She nods before pulling me toward her again. I don’t know if it’s her strength or my weakness that has me falling into her again, but when our lips touch, I lose my senses. Her mouth is heaven, and her taste is ambrosia, even with the hint of liquor.

I let my tongue dart out and tangle with hers before I regain my senses enough to pull away. Even if this wasn’t a horrible idea in general, I would never take advantage of her in this state of drunkenness. I have to be the voice of reason here when she can’t be.

“Aurora, no.”

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