Riding My Brother's Best Friend 3

My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at Jake standing in the doorway. Heat flooded my face, and embarrassment rushed through me so fast I felt dizzy. Aiden was still buried deep inside me, his body warm and heavy against mine. I pushed at his chest, trying to scramble away, but his hands held me steady.

“Jake, this is not what it looks like,” I blurted out, my voice shaky. “I came here to prove I could myself and then… things just happened. I swear I did not plan any of this. Please do not be mad.”

Jake didn't do anything, hell he didn't storm out or even look pissed like one would expect. Instead he stepped into the room, closed the door behind him, and dropped his helmet on the floor. His expression was calm, almost curious, as he moved to the armchair in the corner and sat down, leaning back like he was settling in to watch a movie.

“Relax, Dani,” he said, his tone even. “Keep going. I want to see this.”

I blinked, frozen in place. Aiden had not moved either, his cock still thick and pulsing inside me. A fresh wave of confusion mixed with the lingering arousal made my head spin. “What? Jake, you are my brother. This is weird. You cannot be serious.”

Aiden chose that moment to slide his hand between our bodies. His fingers found my clit and started rubbing slow, lazy circles. Pleasure sparked through me instantly, pulling a soft groan from my throat before I could stop it. My hips twitched against him, but my mind was still racing. It felt wrong with Jake sitting there watching us, even if my body was responding.

“Stop,” I whispered, though the word came out weak as another circle of Aiden’s thumb sent heat curling low in my belly. “This feels too weird.”

Jake leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and looked straight at me. His eyes were steady, without any anger. “It is not as strange as you think, Danielle. You aren't really my sister you know, and I've been thinking about those tits for years now.”

No. No. I couldn't concentrate at all, not with Aiden moving slowly inside me as his fingers kept moving in those gentle, maddening circles. Another groan slipped out of me, but my thought were scrambling to catch up.

“Not your sister?” I repeated, my voice breathy. “What are you talking about?”

Jake nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. “Mom and Dad took you in when you were a baby. We never told you because it did not matter to us. You are still my sister in every way that counts. But blood-wise? No. So this,” he gestured between Aiden and me, “does not cross any lines you are imagining.”

The revelation settled over me slowly, loosening the guilt that'd tightened in my chest for years even as pleasure continued to build from Aiden’s touch. I was not related to Jake by blood.

I always thought I was sick for liking Jake, and would relate it with wanting Aiden but now it made solid sense.

I was adopted.

My body relaxed a little against Aiden, and he took that as permission to keep stroking me, his fingers slick and steady.

Still, I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach. I looked from Jake to Aiden and back again. “So you are really okay with this?”

Jake smiled, a small, easy curve of his lips. “More than okay. Aiden has been like a brother to me for years. If he wants you and you want him, I am not standing in the way. Now, if you are serious about joining the Iron Vipers, show us you can handle the heat.”

Aiden pulled out of me slowly, leaving me empty and aching. He moved up the bed and leaned back against the headboard, his cock hard and glistening. He gave me a look full of quiet command. “Come here, Danielle.”

I crawled toward him on shaky knees, the new knowledge about my adoption still spinning in my mind. It made everything feel different, less forbidden and more possible. I settled between Aiden’s thighs and wrapped my hand around his thick length. He was warm and heavy in my grip. I leaned down and took him into my mouth, tasting myself on him as I slid my lips down as far as I could.

Aiden groaned deeply, one hand resting lightly on the back of my head. “That is it. Just like that.”

I moved slowly at first, learning the feel of him, using my tongue to swirl around the head before taking him deeper. The sounds he made encouraged me, low and rough, filling the room. I bobbed my head with more confidence, hollowing my cheeks and sucking gently while my hand stroked what I could not fit in my mouth.

From the corner of my eye I could see Jake watching, relaxed in the chair, his expression interested but not jealous. Knowing he was there somehow made the moment even hotter instead of stopping me. I focused on Aiden, pouring everything I felt into the way I pleasured him.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good,” Aiden murmured, his hips lifting slightly to meet my rhythm.

I moaned around him, the vibration making him twitch against my tongue. Pleasure of my own still hummed between my legs from earlier, but I stayed focused, sucking him with steady, eager strokes. His breathing grew heavier, his hand tightening gently in my hair.

Jake’s voice cut in softly. “She is doing great, man. Look at her go.”

Aiden’s groans turned deeper. I felt him swell against my tongue, and then he came with a low, drawn-out sound, pulsing hot and thick into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, licking him clean as he softened slightly.

When I finally pulled back, both of them were looking at me with something warm and approving in their eyes. Aiden reached down and brushed his thumb across my lower lip.

Jake stood up and walked over to the bed. He placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch brotherly and steady. “Welcome to the Iron Vipers, Danielle. You proved yourself today. You are officially one of us.”

Aiden nodded, pulling me up to sit beside him. “You belong here. With the crew. With me.”

I smiled, still catching my breath, a rush of pride and excitement washing through me. For the first time, I felt like I truly fit. The road ahead with the bikes, the gang, and whatever came next with Aiden felt wide open and full of heat.