Page 26 of A Brother's Secret

I went over to my packs, her eyes following me curiously, and dug around until I found the citrus/mint, muscle-relaxing bath bomb that I didn’t know about anyone else, but I swore by it. I also dug out a package of Epsom salts pausing to look at the trough, thought better of it, and pulled out two ofeach.

“Seriously?” she asked as I upended the first package of Epsom salts.

“Shut up and try it before you start with your snark,” I said grinning to take any bite out of it. I handed her a bath bomb and she peeled the sticker and started unwrapping the orange foil aroundit.

I finished with the salt and peeled mine out of the foil and dropped it in along with hers, the water much less loud now that the trough had filled by about a foot. She shook her head eyes a little wide as she watched them bob and fizz, the water turning milky and opaque.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” I said wiping my hand off on my jeans after testing the temp. Dragon had warned me that the hot water had been turned up hot so it wouldn’t take forever and to use more cold to balance itout.

“Get in with me,” she said and I blinked.

“What?”

“What?” she echoed, “The thing is big enough to fit six of me,” she exaggerated, “and it’s not like you haven’t seen it all before. You’ve seen one you’ve seen ‘em all, and besides…”

I waved her off and tried not to fucking blush. It’d been a long time ago and we weren’t rowdy teens anymore.

“Fine,” I said because I would be lying if I tried to play coy. I was hot, tired, and dirty and weary from the road, so if it got us into the bed across the shop faster, I was all for it. I was fucking tired.

Mali, as fearless as ever, deftly stripped down and I followed suit. It wasn’t like I had anything to be ashamed of. I’d been working on my body quite a bit the last few years, deciding after our club had been raided by a rival outfit that I couldn’t hide behind anyone. I needed to be as fit and ready as the nextguy.

She got into the water and sank into it and I followed, opposite her. The trough was so big that we had to extend our legs all the way and point our feet just so that our toes would brush… which, like the dorks we are, we did. When they successfully touched we laughed and the oppressive atmosphere that had always accompanied any dealings at Point Nowhere lifted.

I didn’t think the trough had filled as much as it had but when we got in, the displacement caused the water to rise by quite a bit. It wasn’t all that high on me, but it was enough to just barely brush the underside of Mali’s breasts. She’d filled out there, too and the fact that each one of her dusky nipples was graced with a silver barbell went straight to my prick. I was glad as hell that the water was murky, clouded with salts and the baking soda fizz of the bath bombs we’d droppedin.

She smiled at me and it was wan with remembrance. As a small mercy, she drew her knees to her chest, covering those tantalizing drops of silver to either side of each pert nipple and I felt like my brain could maybe function again to concentrate on what she was saying.

“Remember all those times we went skinny dipping at the quarry?” she asked. I laughed. It had become our new favorite pastime the summer she’d disappeared. Mostly because of how hot and miserably humid it had been. Anytime you’d stepped outside it was like you were trying to breathe someone’s bathwater. Speaking of which… I reached over and twisted the taps on the spigots providing our bathwater shut. The cold water first, so that the heat would stay a little longer.

I spoke honestly when I said, “To be honest, what I remember the most about the quarry was how hard I had to hide my erection fromyou.”

She laughed and it was a good sound. I leaned back against the side of the aluminum trough and stretched out, putting my arms up to lay along the sides, lounging and finally trying to relax. After the row with the Suicide Kings, I learned how fleeting the chances to relax could be. You had to take them when you could get them between fires you were running to put out. Then again, that was also the nature of my business in security and private investigative work, too.

“What about now?” she asked, and it wasn’t coy. Mali didn’t do coy, she did frank. Mixed with her curiosity, it was something else. Of course, me being me, I said the first thing that came to mind. I was always really good about misplacing my filter when I was around her. She was the kind of person that you just didn’t need it, and if you tried to tiptoe or beat around the bush with her, all you were likely to do was put her off or make her suspicious.

“You’re probably twice as beautiful now as you were then, so yeah…” I cleared my throat and shifted slightly uncomfortable with the turn in the conversation. “I’mhard.”

She put her arms down and scooted closer. I blinked and froze as she moved through the water, crawling towards me, and oh, shit… that was hot. I felt my mouth go dry, my pulse leaping in the side of my neck, the shock of her dark, almond eyes raking over me that way left me reeling.

She settled on my lap and my hands traitorously drifted to her hips beneath the murky, citrus scented water. The softness of her skin under my hands, her warmth, and her heat so close… it was like a shock to the system. I felt like my heart was slamming against the inside of the center of my chest, trying to escape, to go to her, which was only fitting as it didn’t matter time or distance, it had always beenhers.

“Why did you come for me?” she asked, breath soft against my lips, eyes locked on mine, her intensity somewhere out of left field. I swallowed, and a strangled sound escaped my lips but I couldn’t make words. Not with her this close, the heat of her sex mere inches from my own. She settled in my lap completely and I sucked in a sharp breath as the lips of her pussy wrapped around my cock. Not penetrating, not yet… but not exactly dry humping either. No, she was much too wet for that, even with the water rinsing vital natural lubricantaway.

“Loyalty?” she asked lips against my ear, her hips grinding her sex against mine, sliding her body tantalizingly along my shaft.

“Oh it’s an ‘l’ word, all right, but that’s not it,” I growled back. I kneaded her hips, fingers flexing, pressing her back and forth to cause more of that delicious friction that I was now suddenly craving like a starvedman.

She chuckled darkly by my ear and nipped it lightly, drawing back to look at me. Her eyes were intense, roving over my face as if committing every line to memory, as if she would never see it again. Not happening, not on my watch. We swore when we were kids we were going to grow old together, and I aimed to make that a reality.

I brought my hands up from the water and cupped her face, drawing her down to me, her lips to mine. She opened to me, her breath rushing out in a shuddering sigh and I felt mine echo in relief. Our tongues twisted and dance, carefully, slowly, each of us savoring this moment, this first kiss, over twenty years in the making.

She drew back enough to look at me and demanded gently, “Why didn’t you stop looking? Why did you come forme?”

I smiled and said, “Because, I loveyou.”

She closed her eyes, soaking in the words and slid my cock inside her, taking me in one long, damning stroke.

There wasn’t any way I was letting her gonow.

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