Page 37 of Between Brothers

Chapter 14

Hayley

I lay at peace and content in the circle of Blue’s arms and drowsed with my cheek against the swell of his chest. He held me, stroking his fingertips lightly across my skin as if he needed to keep touching me to assure himself that I was really real, and that I was really here.

It was perfect. Almost too perfect, but I wasn’t willing to let the feeling go.

“What’s your name?” I asked quietly.

“Blue,” he answered automatically.

I giggled and looked up at him, “No, your real name…”

“That is my real name now, you want to know my birth name but my road name is and always will be more important to me.”

“Fair enough,” I murmured nodding.

We were silent for a long, long time and his arm tightened around me, pressing me into a one armed hug around my shoulders, his lips descending onto the top of my hair.

“Joseph,” he said. “My birth name is Joseph Barry.”

“That’s not bad at all, why do you hate it?” I said it before I could really think about the consequence of asking. He stilled under me and sighed slightly.

“It was my grandfather’s name on my father’s side. A mean, drunk son of a bitch. He made my father into the same. I came from a long line of drunk abusive assholes on my pop’s side.”

“Oh, I’m sorry…”

“Not your fault.” He paused then went on, surprising me. “Kicked out when I was seventeen, hooked up with the club by the time I was twenty-two. In and out for petty crimes. No felonies, just a bunch of misdemeanor possession charges. Weed, mostly.”

He swallowed audibly and I stared at our hands where they rested on his stomach, fingers twined.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, and I felt his pain keenly. The pain of having nowhere to belong, and no family.

“Hey,” he took his hand from mine and cupped my cheek. I craned my head back to look at him. “It’s okay. I found the club, and Cell. Yeah, I made mistakes but I’m right where I’m supposed to be… I found you.”

I pushed myself up and climbed his strong body, straddling his hips over the sheet and kissed him. I could feel him grow firm against me and I broke the kiss long enough to draw back and see the desire in his eyes.

I reached for the condom this time and stood up on my knees so he could move the sheet. He did, with one hand, the other he played against my body, sliding a finger then two inside me. I paused and closed my eyes, my hips jerking.

He played my body expertly, the music he made with my sighing breath and whining, begging moans for more was incredible. I gripped him in my hand and stroked him, the condom temporarily forgotten in my other hand.

“Tear it open, put it on, or I might not be able to contain myself.” His words were honest and sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I did as he bid, tearing open the wrapper, rolling it onto his length slowly with both hands. He was long without being overly thick. Somewhere between seven and nine inches, I’d imagine. I was never really good at measuring things by eye.

I felt every single hot inch of him as I eased down onto him. His hands gripped my hips, kneading my ass, his eyes staring deep into my soul. His body and mind touching every vulnerable and intimate part of me with a satisfying caress. I rolled my hips, and his eyes slipped shut. He groaned and I couldn’t help but smile, my confidence boosted by the fact that I could do that to him. Me, make him moan, like that.

“Oh, baby…” he breathed and I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, moving over him slowly. Riding him gently. The passion building between us a slow burn. Heating up slowly to a rolling boil, the pleasure effervescing up from my core and out along every nerve ending.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

“I want you.”

“Tell me something dark, something sweet; something you’ve never told anyone else.”

I swallowed hard and wracked my brain, wondering what deep and dark desire of mine that I had to impart, wondering what I could tell him that would satisfy him.

“I’ve never tried it any other way but this way, and the way we were before. I… I want to try something new.”

“Arms around my neck,” he instructed gently and sat up. I wrapped them around his shoulders and neck, my legs slightly uncomfortable with the added pressure but it wasn’t for long. He put his hands under my ass, and twisted so he sat on the edge of the bed, bending forward and standing in one fluid motion as if I barely weighed anything at all.

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