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“I’ve got you.”

My hand moved between us and took hold of his cock. He was leaking enough where I could collect it and use it to slick him, stroking along his hard flesh.

“Come for me,” I told him. “Show me what I do to you; how much you want me.”

His back arched off the bed as he cried out and came. It triggered something deep inside me, this validation that he listened and did as I said. A few thrusts and I came with him, trying to drag it out as long as I could for us both.

Once we came down from our highs, I wrapped my arms around him and rolled us to our sides. Our legs hung off the bed, the angle was terrible, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was having him in my arms. Having his lips against my neck, his sweat-slicked body along mine.

There was no way I was ever letting this man go.

25

BARRETT

Marshall stood in front of me with a pen injector filled with his migraine medicine in his hand.

“I’m not sure what you want me to do with that,” I told him.

“You have to give me the shot. I’m afraid if I do it, I’ll jerk my hand away if it hurts.”

I backed up until I ran into the counter. “I’m not a doctor.”

“There are tons of people who give themselves injections.”

“Then do it to yourself.”

He rolled his eyes. “I already told you why I can’t. I’ve read the directions and know exactly what to do. Just follow what I tell you.”

I saw a second one on the table. “Why the hell do you have two of them?” There was no way I was doing it twice. I didn’t even want to do it once.

“The first dose is two shots. After that, it’s one a month.”

Someone buzzing the door saved me from having to do anything. I walked over to it like my ass was on fire. No way was I injecting my brother. I’d probably do it wrong and hurt him or fuck it up somehow.

“Yeah?” I said after I pushed the button.

“It’s me.”

I buzzed Reghan inside.

This morning, I woke up sore from what he did to me last night, not that I was complaining. I’d take that soreness any day for the experience of being with him. It was nothing like I’d had with anyone else. Of course it wouldn’t be. This was Reghan, the man I’d lusted after for far too long. Now I had him whispering sweet shit to me and making my head spin.

Unlocking the door, I opened it a sliver so Reghan could walk in when he got here. My brother stood in the same spot I left him in, arms crossed, staring me down.

“No,” I told him.

Reghan entered a moment later, his gaze bouncing between us. “What’s going on?”

“Can you?” Marshall asked, holding the pen injector out to him.

“Sure.” Reghan took his coat off and draped it over the arm of the couch then went into the kitchen to wash his hands. “Do you have alcohol wipes and a cotton ball?”

“Yes, to the wipes, no to the cotton ball. What do I need that for?”

“You can bleed slightly from the injection. I use it to gently dab away the blood.”

“See!” I yelled. “This is why I’m not doing it. I don’t want to make you bleed.”

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