Page 4 of Brother's Keeper

He picked at the comforter where the fabric had pilled from overwashing. “Well, this is a fresh start, right? A new beginning? What aboutWave Goodbye? To our oldlives, yanno?”

My nose wrinkled. “That’s cheesy as fuck.”

The smile that had curved Donovan’s mouth was replaced by a stormy scowl. “Let’s hear your ideas then, smart guy.”

I shook my head. “No, no.Wave Goodbyeworks.” He relaxed to sink deeper on the mattress before I muttered, “Still cheesy, though.”

He flipped me his middle finger, and I snickered. I slid the black plastic VHS cassette out of its case, then bent to stuff it into the VCR. Poking the power button on the television prompted everything to come alive. I clicked through the buttons on the VCR until the opening credits began to roll.

I gave the TV a pat as I turned away from it. “Make yourself at home, kid,” I told Donovan. “I’ll be back in a while.”

“Where are you going?” He rose from the bed but made no move to follow.

“Out,” I replied.

“For what?”

I cast a glance around the kitchen. “We need groceries…” Though not many with a refrigerator that small. “And I gotta pick up our stuff from Bitters.”

Donovan sighed loudly. He flopped onto the mattress and sprawled, staring up at the ceiling. “If you’re going to visit your boyfriend, just say so. But I don’t get it. You just saw him this morning.”

A sly smile tugged at my lips. “Still not my boyfriend.”

“Pretty surehethinks he is,” Donovan replied.

Huffing a laugh, I started toward the door. “Enjoy the movie, Donnie. It’s a classic.”

Nash held me withboth hands. One knotted in my hair, gently pulling, while the other cupped my jaw. They steadied me as he pumped into my mouth, his cock slick with the drool that strung from my lips.

He moaned. “God, you feel good.”

The back-and-forth rock of his hips lulled me into subspace. Thoughts wicked away as I let my body go limp and opened my throat.

I knelt on the floor in the upstairs hallway of the Bitters’ End, boxed in by the folding doors that flanked the washer and dryer. My laundry was finishing up, which left me with time to kill. I spent it well, tracking down the burly alchemist and luring him up here for a quickie. He was an easy sell—easier now than he used to be. Six months ago, I would have been groveling to get his dick in me. Now I only had to say please.

“Use your tongue, baby,” Nash said from above me, his voice a growl.

I grabbed his waist and dug my fingers in. When he thrust into me again, I feathered my tongue across the head of his cock.

“Just like that,” he said between ragged breaths. “You’re doing so good. Such a good boy.”

Laughter bubbled up from my chest. I pulled off his cock and swallowed. “‘Good boy’ is what you say to your dog, and I’m not licking peanut butter off your dick, even if you ask.”

One of Nash’s hands lingered under my chin while the other swept the hair off my brow. He tipped my head up to meet his eyes.

“You think that’s bad?” He smirked. “Next, I’m gonna tell you how pretty you are. Especially from this angle.”

My grumble of complaint went silent as he stepped around my shoulder and pressed his leg against my back. Then, he guided my willing mouth to his cock.

He plunged down my throat so deeply it slowed the flow of oxygen. I gulped against him, prompting another groan.

He lingered, pinned against me while pressure swelled in my skull. I tried to pull away, but his leg and firm hands pressed in. If I wanted to escape, it would take only a thought, but the struggle was part of the pleasure. Feeling trapped and breathless and full of desire while all I could do was take what I was given.

“Just hang on a little longer, beautiful,” Nash cooed.

Too choked to complain, I raked my teeth against his dick instead.

He pulled out enough for me to gasp a wet breath.

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