Page 40 of Forever Always

Riley was on me again. And he was every-fuckin’-where. His hands were wildly roaming my back like he didn’t know where to put them. His mouth was fuckin’ owning me. I never ever thought I’d let someone else take over like this, but with Riley, it felt right. For once my head was quiet, and I settled in and let him do what he wanted.

Riley was dry-humping me like a maniac, his clothed dick dragging’ over mine over and over again. It was driving me nuts. I was glad I was wearing fuckin’ sweatpants and not jeans because he’d probably have caused me to break the damn zipper.

“Butterfly, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come in my pants.”

I feel him smile against my lips. “Good.”

Oh, that little shit . . . Two could play that game.

As much as I loved Ri taking over, I wasn’t gonna make it easy on him. In one move, I had him flipped so his back was on the couch, and I climbed over him. His gaze burned into mine.

I buried my face in his neck, and let his vanilla scent wash over me. I nipped at his skin causing him to let out the most obscene fuckin’ moan.

Riley’s hands crawled down my waist. “I wanna touch you.” His voice was tentative, and I was sure he was wondering what the fuck had changed after I’d nearly melted down from his touch the other day. It was a good question I didn’t have an answer to. I just knew I was done second guessing myself and letting my past dictate my future. Could I have a future like this with Riley? All the reasons I shouldn’t were getting harder and harder to remember.

“So, do it.”

He had his hand in my sweatpants in seconds.

“Is this okay?” he asked, and I loved him for it. My heart was beating hard in my chest, but I knew I didn’t want him to stop, and with Jay passed out with the help of drugs, I didn’t have to worry about him walking in.

“Yeah.”

I was already hard as fuck so my dick bounced out as soon as it was free. Riley pushed at me. “Sit, I wanna see.”

I chuckled huskily but did what he asked. As soon as I was sitting, he crawled up so he was on his knees in front of me, hungrily taking in my length.

“Fucking hell, Beckett. You could kill someone with that thing.”

I snorted. “I promise, no one has ever died by my dick.”

Riley’s eyes darkened and his hand moved to my throat, squeezing. “Don’t talk about anyone seein’ your cock but me. Whoever you fucked before, I don’t wanna know. That’s done. It belongs to me.”

Holy fuck. Who was this and what did he do to my butterfly? Everything about him promised bodily harm if I even looked at someone else. But that was fine by me.

I didn’t bother mentioning that no one had seen my cock that way. Not by my choice anyway. I enjoyed his jealousy too much to ruin the mood.

I tilted my head to give him more access. “Yes, butterfly.” Riley sucked in a breath and his fingers twitched lightly on my throat. “But it goes both ways. If we’re doin’ this, we’re doin’ it. You ain’t givin’ any other dickheads named Cole your number, even if it’s to get a rise outta me.” I reached out and squeezed his bulge through his pants. “This is fuckin’ mine.”

Riley stopped touching me, his expression serious. “Are we doing this?”

I swallowed and took a second to make sure my thoughts were clear. “I-I wanna try if you still do. My head’s still all kinds of confused, but there’s no question you’re my person. Why wouldn’t this work? As long as you promise to be patient with me if I start havin’ doubts or voices in my head that have no business being there.”

Riley lightly touched my chest. “I have all the patience in the world for you, baby. I know Dad said some fucked-up shit growin’ up, but don’t let him in. He don’t deserve space in here.” He tapped the side of my head. “Whatever you’re feelin’ is okay and not wrong. Even if—” He took a breath. “Even if you realize you just love me as a brother, that’s okay as long as you don’t leave me.”

I leaned in and kissed him, allowing myself to feel fuckin’ everything. Yeah, no. It definitely didn’t feel like I was kissing my brother. It felt right.

“Never, butterfly. Never gonna leave.”

Then my butterfly was humping me again, and I had no thoughts at all.

He fumbled to get his pants down. He was hard and dripping and looked so fuckin’ desperate that it took me the rest of the way there. He spit on both his hands and then wrapped one around himself and one around me, watching me carefully to make sure I didn’t stop him. I didn’t.

“Becks, fuck, you’re so big. I want to taste you so fuckin’ badly.”

I thought of Riley on his knees for me. He wanted it, that was clear, but all I could think of was the cracked concrete biting into my knees and my hands shaking as he glared down at me. I squeezed my eyes shut. He needed to get the fuck outta my head.

“Not yet. I-I’m not ready. I’m sorry.”

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