Love Novel 68

I nod, confirming that I do want to be with the both of them.
Aiden swallows thickly, and he grabs his coffee, walking out of the shop. I blink and watch him for a minute before I am
up and after him.
“Aiden.”
He looks over his shoulder at me, but says nothing, continuing to his car. Exasperated, I follow.
The car ride is silent. His grip on the steering wheel is tight and his jaw clenched.
I glance at him every chance I get, trying not to make it super obvious that I’m trying to read his expression to get some
kind of understanding of what he is feeling.
Still, the silence stretches.
When we pull into the driveway and head inside, he doesn’t stop in the living room or the kitchen.
When I freeze, not knowing what to do, he grabs my hand and pulls me with him straight down the hall.
When I realize he is walking to Zaid’s room, my heart nearly beats out of my chest. My steps falter and my nerves fray.
“Aiden, stop!”
His hold on me tightens.
“What are you doing?” I hiss.
He doesn’t answer, pushing open Zaid’s door without knocking.
Zaid is on his bed, leaning against the headboard in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. A book rests open in his
hands, his head snapping up at our entrance. His dark eyes narrow at Aiden before flickering to me, his expression
unreadable.
“What’s going on?” he asks, suspicious of Aiden’s hold on me and I am so sure he can see me trembling.
I’m frozen in the doorway, my gaze drawn to the scars that line the left side of his torso. They’re jagged, pale against his
skin. I had forgotten what they looked like, but they bring back the memories of when he showed them to me after he
saved me from a panic attack.
My chest tightens.
“Get up,” Aiden says, his voice firm as he pushes me further into the room, closing the door behind him.
Zaid quirks a brow and closes his book, setting it aside. “What’s going on?”
Aiden lets out a breath, his hands gripping my shoulders as he looks at Zaid. “Kiss her.”
My eyes widen, and I whip my head around to gape at him. “What?”
Zaid’s jaw tightens, his gaze darting between us. He looks like a wounded animal, wary and uncertain. “Aiden.”
Aiden’s hands drop from my shoulders, his expression hardening as he steps closer to Zaid. “I need to see if I can handle
it.”
Zaid’s brows knit in confusion. “Handle what?”
Aiden sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Alina has feelings for you.”
Zaid stiffens, his eyes locking onto mine. I can’t breathe, the words hanging in the air like a bomb about to go off. I’d wanted to be the one to tell him, not like this.
Before I can say anything, Aiden keeps going. “But she has feelings for me, too. So if this is going to work, I need to know
I can deal with it.”
Zaid recoils. He blinks at Aiden, then at me, then back at Aiden. “If what is going to work, Aiden?”
His voice cracks slightly and I wrap my hand around my throat, finding it increasingly hard to breathe.
Aiden doesn’t respond, just nudges me toward Zaid again. My feet feel like they’re stuck to the floor, but we end up so
close, I can feel Zaid’s breath on my forehead.
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“If what is going to work, Aiden?” He repeats the words.
Aiden’s nostrils flare, and he looks at Zaid with a hardened expression. “She likes us both. Wants to be with us both.”
Zaid seems to think over his words, and my cheeks turn so hot I think I might faint. He looks down at me, his eyes
questioning everything his brother is saying.
For a moment, I think he’s going to push me away, disgusted by the idea.
But Zaid reaches out, his hands gentle as they find my face. His fingers are warm, his touch tentative, like he’s afraid I’ll
break.
He looks over my shoulder at Aiden, his expression dark, before his gaze drops back to me. His thumb brushes my cheek,
and his lips curve into a sad, almost resigned smile.
And then he kisses me.
It’s exactly like what I expected. It’s everything. His lips move against mine with a desperate kind of intensity, like he’s
been waiting for this moment as long as I have.
Or more. 
The world falls away. There’s no Aiden, no Jake, no confusion, no scars. Just Zaid, grounding me and lifting me all at
once.
By the time we pull apart, my chest is heaving, my head spinning. Zaid’s hands are still on my face, his forehead resting
against mine as he exhales shakily.
He presses another soft kiss to my lips, and I lean into him, wanting more.
Aiden clears his throat, breaking the spell. Zaid straightens, his hands falling away as he looks at his brother.
“Well?” Zaid asks, almost challenging.
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Aiden’s jaw tightens, his eyes flicking between us. “I can handle it,” he says, though the words sound like they cost him.
I look between the two of them. “What does this mean?”
Zaid opens his mouth to answer, but Aiden is grabbing my hand and pulling me away before he gets a chance to say
anything. I look over my shoulder at Zaid, watching as he frowns and looks at us walk away.
Aiden walks quickly to his room. He’s locking the door as soon as we step inside.
“What are you-”
The words are taken from me as he presses his lips to mine. His fingers dig into my hips. I moan into him, adrenaline
rushing through me.
I’m quickly on my back on his bed and his hands fumble with the button and zipper of my pants. He shoves them down
harshly, and the only reprieve I get from his lips on mine is when he lifts to shove my pants down my legs.
Quickly, he settles his hips between my thighs, and he grips the back of my knee.
“Aiden,” I gasp.
He shoves into me in a single thrust.
My back arches and I scream from the stinging pain. He gives me a second to adjust, and then he moves in a rhythmic
pull and push. I meet his thrusts with my hips until the pleasure starts to consume me.
“Aiden,” I moan, panting.
He thrusts hard, teeth clenching, and my entire body lights up from how much that turns me on. He’s fucking me like
he’s desperate to claim me as his.
He bites down on my neck as he comes, loud and chaotic. I don’t even orgasm, but my pussy flutters around him.
With his face buried in my neck, he speaks, “I just wanted to fuck you one last time, where it’s just us, where you’re just