Page 68 of Shattered

“I’m coming,” Brayden groans, as his dick shoots out cum, and his ass tightens around my already sensitive dick which sends me into an overstimulated spiral as I twitch inside him watching him shatter in front of me.

I drop myself so my arms are either side of Brayden’s head and place a gentle kiss against his lips between gasps of breaths from both of us.

“There’s no word to describe that.” I lean up and my dick slides easily out of Brayden’s ass, causing a wince to leave his lips. I stare down as I watch a trail of my cum leak out of his ass. I gather some up with one finger and push my finger back inside him.

“Fuck, Boh.” Brayden winces, tensing around my finger.

“Sorry,” I whisper. “I want it to stay in you a little longer.” I frown down at some of myself leaking out of him, not liking it. I want him to walk around with my cum inside him, feeling how wet and warm it feels. Remembering that I was there and no other man can put their dick inside him where my cum lays.

Shit. When did I become such an obsessed caveman?

I roll over and lie next to Brayden, bringing my arm up. He glances up at me as I pat my chest. He smirks and lays his head on my chest. We lay in silence for a few minutes, basking in the aftermath of what just happened. His breath, warm against my chest, creates a cocoon around us.

Time seems to stretch, each second etching the memory deeper. It’s as if the universe holds its breath, allowing us to exist in that perfect suspended space. It doesn’t surprise me that at this moment, my mind is clear. Clearer than it has ever been, and nothing seems more perfect than it does now. It’s like everything around me has aligned, as if my whole life was leading up to this moment.

“You OK?” I break the silence. Brayden shifts up to lean on one arm.

“More than OK.” His disheveled hair falls over his forehead, and his bright blue eyes bore into mine as my heart skips a beat.

“I needed to talk to you,” I murmur, my fingers threading through his hair. His eyes flutter closed, a smile playing on his lips.

“Mmm,” he responds, keeping his eyes shut as I lean in and kiss him. His teeth peek out in a wide grin, and I can’t help but smile back.

“My favorite,” I whisper, tracing my finger along his lips.

“I attended the meeting today.” Brayden’s smile falters.

“Without me?” He frowns.

“Well, yeah. I didn’t think you’d want to come along,” I admit.

He sighs, nodding. “Fair,” he mumbles.

“I want to discuss something with you. During the meeting, they went over how family and friends can support someone struggling with addiction. One key point was keeping them away from drugs.”

“Well, that won’t be easy. It’s practically next door to him,” Brayden interjects.

“I know. I’ve considered that.” On my drive back from the meeting, I realized waiting wouldn’t help Bexley. We need a big change. “How would both Bexley and you feel about him moving in here?”

Brayden freezes.

“Wh—what?”

“I want to do everything I can, Brayden. If it’s too much, I understand. But I want your brother to have a chance at life. I want him to see how amazing you are and how beautiful life can be. I want him to live, and I want to help him achieve that.”

Brayden stares at me, wide-eyed and silent. “Bohdi . . . I—” He leans up, crashing his lips against mine. “I love you.” The world seems to freeze, Brayden included. “Oh my god, I didn’t mean that. It just slipped out in the heat of the moment. Please don’t kick me out or think I’m weird. I swear—”

“Shh,” I hush him, pressing my finger to his lips and kissing him to silence the babbling. He hesitantly kisses me back, and his eyes move away from me as I pull away.

“Hey, don’t worry. I know you didn’t mean it,” I say, even though it stings to admit. I wish he had meant it. I wish he hadn’t taken it back.

He nods, exhaling. “It truly was a mistake. I’m sorry,” he repeats, another jab at my heart.

“I understand. It’s OK.” I force a smile, hoping he doesn’t notice my hesitation. “So, are you on board with my suggestion?”

He nods, his smile growing. “Yes. You can’t imagine what this means to both of us. I’ll need to talk to Bex—I don’t expect him to accept it immediately, though.” He pauses, brow furrowing. “You do realize how challenging this will be, right?” I nod, pulling his head back down to my chest as he snuggles in.

“I’ve considered it, and I’ll need your assistance as much as possible without disrupting your college and training. Plus, we’ll have to be discreet. No one can find out, especially given how close I live to the college.”

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