Love Novel 72

My clit it literally pulsing against the fabric of my thong.
“Asshole,” I mumble to myself as I walk down the hallway, no orgasm, no relief.
“He teased you, didn’t he?”
I stop mid-step, looking up to find Aiden leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face and his eyebrows lifted like this
is a joke.
I don’t know how to answer that. Is talking about sexual experiences with different partners a normal thing? I shrug
instead.
Aiden presses his lips together and makes his way toward me, cupping my cheeks in his hands. “It’s all over your face.
You’re frustrated.”
My heart is hammering in my chest, my insides aching for relief. But I shake my head. “No, I’m fine.”
Yeah, right. I’m not fine. I’m hot, furious. I hate how much Zaid gets under my skin. He’s punishing me, even though I
don’t think I did anything wrong.
I had to talk to Aiden first. He’s been my boyfriend.
Well, okay, maybe deciding on a relationship with his brother before even talking to him wasn’t my smartest move.
Especially because it was Aiden who told him and not me.
I sigh as I walk away to the living room and flop on the couch. Aiden chuckles as he follows me and he leans over, kissing me softly. “I have to get to practice.”
I frown. “Practice? While on break?”
He nods, running his hand through his hair. “If the team wants to stay on top of this, we have to stay in shape.”
“Fine,” I kiss him softly before watching him walk away.
Now it’s just me and this empty house. I don’t move from the couch and I try scrolling on my phone, but my mind keeps
circling back to Zaid.
The way he smirked, then left the room like it didn’t bother him to leave me hot and wanting. To leave my pussy
drenched and not satisfied.
I groan as my insides curl at the reminder of his tongue.
The front door opens and I look over the edge of the couch, drawing myself out of my thoughts. Jake walks in and a
whole new set of butterflies erupts in my stomach.
I sit up straighter as he walks in, his arms full of grocery bags.
His gaze lands on me, and those dark eyes of his turn molten. Fuck, Zaid looks so much like him.
I clear my throat as I stand. “Need help?”
His jaw clenches as he looks me over and gives me one stiff nod.
I follow him into the kitchen, taking a few bags to unpack. The silence between us is so tense that I kind of just want to
grab him and kiss him to break it.
“You get everything you needed?” I ask, pulling out a carton of eggs.
“I think so, though I didn’t buy anything for dessert. I was thinking I’d leave that up to you.”
I smile faintly, a prick of pain making my heart rate quicken. “Yeah, Alex and I were always in charge of the dessert.”
Jake pauses, leaning against the counter. His face softens, his usual darkness giving way to something quieter. “You were?”
The question catches me off guard, not sure if I’m ready for that kind of vulnerability. I nod slowly. “My dad wasn’t much
of a cook, but he liked to make the turkey every Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was always disgustingly dry.”
I laugh to myself, noticing the way he smiles, too. Still, the nice memory isn’t enough to drive away all the pain. My smile
drops and I rub my hands down my arms to stop the wave that crashes through me.
I can’t breathe.
I feel like I’m drowning.
I swallow, pushing through it. “He said that it was tradition. Even if mother had to have a separate dish ready for us.”
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A frown twitches over Jake’s eyes and his lips press into a thin line.
I glance at him, noting the faraway look in his eyes. “Christmas is hard for you?”
He thinks about it for a moment. “Maybe before, but not anymore. I just hold back for the boys.”
My eyes widen, my fingers digging into my skin. “I miss them both. The holidays are hard. ”
Jake steps closer, his hand brushing my shoulder. “You’re not alone.”
I nod.
In the next second, Jake’s arms are around me, pulling me into a hug. I rest my head against his chest, letting the steady
beat of his heart calm me.
I breathe him in, letting it soothe me.
His hand moves gently along my back, and when I tilt my head up to look at him, the moment shifts.
Our eyes meet, and the space between us disappears. His lips brush against mine, tentative at first, but then firmer. It’s
soft and slow. It’s not sexual, it’s comforting.
He pulls back and rests his forehead on mine. “Have you thought about what we talked about? About telling Aiden?”
My stomach twists into knots. Guilt crashes over me, sharp and suffocating. He doesn’t know about Zaid. He doesn’t
know how messy this could all get.
“I… I don’t know,” I whisper.
Jake’s hands drop to his sides, his expression tightening. “I don’t want to stay away from you.”
I grab onto his shirt and pull him closer, pressing my nose against his. “I don’t want you to stay away, Jake. But this is
complicated.”
He shakes his head, his hands holding on to my waist. “It doesn’t have to be.”
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I scoff, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Dating a father and his son? That sounds complicated to me.”
He licks my lips, deepening our kiss for a second before asking. “Do you want to be with Aiden?”
I nod. 
“Do you want to be with me?”
I nod.
“That doesn’t sound complicated to me.” He kisses me, bringing us impossibly closer. My stomach coils tight and that
unsatiated hunger between my legs ignites into a whole new fire.
Would he still think it uncomplicated when he finds out Zaid is involved in all of this, too?
Jake takes his time to kiss me down the column of my neck and I lift myself on my toes to arch my back, begging for more of him.
Then, the front door opens.
Jake steps back quickly, grabbing a bag of potatoes like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I take a shaky breath,
trying to compose myself as Zaid walks into the kitchen.
He looks at us and blinks. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Jake says smoothly.
All I can do is nod, not trusting my voice.
Zaid tilts his head, but his gaze lingers on me for a moment longer. I narrow my eyes at him, practically sneering.
Now it’s Jakes who’s looking at us and for a moment I can’t take the attention.
“I’m going for a walk,” I huff out, grabbing my sweater from the doorway as I head out.