Love Novel 122

“Aiden.” His name leaves my mouth like a plea and an apology all at once. My fingers tremble as I set my hands on the
floor.
He exhales sharply, like he’s been holding it in too long. “You lied to me.”
There’s no accusation in his voice. Just the wound, just the pain. It makes my chest ache in a way that feels permanent,
like I’ve done the unforgiveable.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
He shakes his head, a hollow laugh escaping. “The thing is, I know that.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, that’s the last thing I wanted. And I thought I was protecting you from the
pain.”
He looks down at his hands, then back at me, his gaze piercing. “I understand your reasoning, but it doesn’t feel like it’s
enough sometimes. I felt like an idiot.”
My voice cracks. “No. I was the idiot. I was scared. I didn’t know how you’d react. I didn’t know if you’d hate me.”
His eyebrows pull together, eyes narrowing like I’ve said something completely offensive. “I’ve never given you a reason
to think I’d hate you.”
“I know,” I breathe. “They’re my insecurities.”
He runs a hand over his face, scrubbing at his jaw like he can rub the hurt out.
The guilt is a physical thing inside me now, twisting and clawing. My throat is tight as I try to form words that don’t feel
like enough. “There’s no justifiable excuse. I was lost when I moved here. Everything felt like it was falling apart. And then
you came along, and you made me feel normal. Safe. Like I wasn’t broken.”
His eyes soften for a second before they harden again. “And Jake made you feel that way, too.”
I nod slowly. “And Zaid.”
His chest rises, then falls. Controlled. But I can see the war going on inside him, in his clenched jaw, the way his fingers
twitch like he’s holding something back.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks again. His voice is gentler this time, but no less pained.
“Because I was afraid you’d make me choose, and I didn’t know if I could,” I say, barely above a whisper.
His gaze darkens, unreadable. “And if I had made you choose… who would you have picked?”
I blink at him, my throat closing in on itself. The truth is raw and ugly, but I won’t lie. Not now. “No one. I wouldn’t have
picked anyone.”
For a moment, he just stares at me. Like he’s trying to translate something he doesn’t understand. Then he swallows, his
Adam’s apple bobbing.
“So it’s all of us,” he says slowly, “or none of us.”
I nod. “Yeah.”
We sit in silence after that. It’s heavy. But it’s honest.
I shift closer to him, my palms scraping lightly against the wood floor. I crawl into his space slowly, carefully, like I’m
waiting for him to push me away.
He doesn’t.
His legs part slightly, and I sit on him, straddling and placing my hands gently on his cheeks. My heart hammers in my
chest, but I hold his gaze.
“My feelings for Jake, and for Zaid, they don’t take away from what I feel for you. What I have with you is different. You’re
different from them.”
Aiden’s eyes close for a moment, like he’s absorbing my words.
Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you’re on 𝗻𝚘𝑣𝘦𝕃5s.com for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a
click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading!
When he opens them again, he looks so tired. But he cups my cheek with his hand, his thumb brushing softly over my
skin.
Tears sting my eyes. “What do you need from me? What can I do so that you feel like you can trust me?”
He studies me, like he’s searching for something he hasn’t quite found yet. “Time? I just, I don’t want to find out about
any more lies. I don’t think I could take it. Zaid was one hit and Jake was another.”
I shake my head quickly. “I have no more lies, I promise. I’m an open book now. Whatever you want to know, whatever
you need to ask.”
He nods, slowly. His hand slides from my cheek to the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair. “Okay.”
Then he leans in. His lips brush against mine, light as a breath. My eyes flutter closed, and I press into him, tasting the
hesitation, the uncertainty, but also the need. The kiss deepens gradually, and the tentative gives way to hunger.
Careful turns desperate.
Soft turns hard.
Gentle turns painful.
I move closer, my knees pressing into the hard floor on either side of him. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me
there.
His mouth is warm but tinged with something raw. His fingers dig into my hips like he needs to feel I’m real. I kiss him
harder, my hands fisting in his shirt, clinging to him, pouring everything I can’t say into this.
His hips move and I feel his erection between us. I gasp, pulling away.
His jaw is clenching, breathing hard. “You were so sexy earlier, but I want you to myself.”
Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you’re on 𝗻𝚘𝑣𝘦𝕃5s.com for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a
click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading!
I nod, my soreness coming alive in sharp twinges that flare with every breath. But I don’t care.
Aiden is more important.
This is more important.
He’s quick. We don’t even take our clothes off. He just unzips enough to take out his cock, and I lower my thong and
leggings down to just below the curve of my ass. He lifts me, and in one movement, he’s buried inside me.
The slow burn of my overworked muscles has me seeing stars. That paired with Aiden’s unfairly big cock has me
grimacing.
But Aiden doesn’t watch for that. He gathers the hair at the nape of neck and pulls, forcing my head back as I rock my
hips into him.
He hisses, moving his hips just as fast.
The only sound that fills the living room is the crackling of the fire, our breathing, and the slap of our skin.
He stills, coming with a moan while his lips find mine. “Don’t clean up.”
“Hmm?” I moan as he pulls on my hair.
“I want my cum spilling out of you while we all sit here.”
I nod, heat crawling up my chest. He pulls out and we both gasp. He puts my thong back into place along with my
leggings.
His thumb strokes over my side absentmindedly as he tucks himself back into his pants.
By the time Jake and Zaid come back with more firewood, we’re sitting on the couch, choosing a movie as if nothing
happened.
The entire night, I sit there, feeling Aiden’s cum spilling out of me and wetting my thong.