Page 50 of A Brother's Secret

He grinned and shook his head, looking down the table at Mali, “Pleasure was allmine.”

She blushed again and wouldn’t make eye contact, which told me that she’d probably been a difficult little shit. I grinned and loaded both her plate andmine.

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“I thought that would never end,”she said as I shut the door on the outside world and gave into that feeling that I’d grown to love. Like it was just me and her, hermetically sealed into our own space, shutting out the wild and oppressive energies out there. Turning ourselves over to the peaceful, symbiotic energy of just her and me in the same space, finding our inner peace.

Mali was a different person when it was just her and me. Like she could shake off this invisible yoke of responsibility, like she shed a cloak and let her wings unfurl. It was beautiful to watch, too. The tension and pretenses draining from her until she was just as raw and vulnerable as the next person… and that she was that way just forme.

“Come here, beautiful,” I murmured and her shoulders dropped, the tension draining from her body as she stepped barefoot and perfect across the carpet. She pushed my jacket off my shoulders and I let her take it, her eyes never leaving mine as she carefully reached out and hung it, cut and all, on a hook in the back of thedoor.

She got it, the respect that my colors and my brotherhood deserved; and I loved her more for that. I drew her to me, hands slipping along the light, airy fabric of her tank, appreciating how her nipples pressed against the thin material, the outline of the jewelry adorning them shimmering alluringly throughit.

“I really like this,” I murmured, tracing a thumb over one pertbud.

She shivered under the light touch and pressed her thighs together, saying, “Ohyeah?”

“It’s hot, and a good look foryou.”

“You know just what to say to turn me on,” she replied, her voice gone a little breathy.

“C’mere,” I whispered, my own desire rising to a slow simmer in my bloodstream. We both gravitated toward one another, making careful, unconscious baby steps into each other’s intimate space. Her lips were soft and warm beneathmine.

I smoothed my hands along her body, my hands finding the slight curve of her ass, and I gripped the back pockets of the tiny scrap of shorts she had on. I pulled her tight against me, kneading through the fabric and wishing like hell they weren’t there, no matter how long and elegant they made her legs look. The mere thought of those stems of hers twining around my hips brought my dick to stand at attention and I remembered the last time we’d madelove.

I was determined not to break her this time, which just meant there needed to be a lot more foreplay, a lot more care in making her ready to takeme.

She whimpered against my mouth and I marveled at this woman, this beautiful and fantastic creature. So fierce, hard, and sharp when it came to the outside world but so willing to love me and trust me behind closed doors; in the world of our own making. So willing to be soft and yielding in my arms. A real hellion in the streets and an angel in the sheets. The opposite of what most men wanted, but so very perfect forme.

“Kyle,” she whispered her tone halfway between breathy and begging as I played my lips along the side of her neck, sucking the spot behind her ear and relishing the shudder she let loose against me. She responded to my touch so beautifully and it had been a gaping hole left in my damn heart, my soul, these past six weeks that I couldn’t wait to begin to fill with all things Amalia.

“Put your legs around me, baby,” I breathed into her ear, and hands on her ass encouraged her to give that little leap. She did and the feeling of our sexes pressed together even through the layers of our mutual clothes was enough to damn near drive me insane.

I carried her to the bed and sat her on the edge, burying my fingers in that tank top I’d bought her what felt like ages ago, sweeping it up and off her sweet body, over her head, discarding it on the floor. I could tell by the heat index in her eyes that she wanted skin on skin contact as badly as I did, her hands balling in the front of my own butchered black band tee. I reached behind me and hauled the offending material over my head and let it join her shirt for some sexy times on the floor.

I loved the little sharp inhale she made when my body was revealed to her. Loved it, even more, when she didn’t hesitate, and went right for it, her lips pressing against my stomach, her tongue licking a long, hot wet line up one set of abs before moving to the other side. Tasting me like I was her fucking dessert. I let my head tip back and my breath escape in an appreciative rush, my hands capturing hers as her fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans.

“I want to,” she said, voice sure and stony. “Please don’t stopme.”

I stared down into her very serious eyes and slowly took my hands away from hers. She swallowed hard and continued her mission to free my throbbing cock from my pants.

I balled my fists at my sides as she swept the cotton of my boxers and the rough denim of my jeans down my legs. My boots and socks lay forgotten somewhere in the living room downstairs, so they weren’t in my way, but still, I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to do anything wrong to scare her, or trigger any unwanted memories, so I held very, very, still and let her do what she wanted.

“Holy shit,” I muttered and dug nails into my palms, as without much preamble, she took me into her mouth and immediately to the root. I swallowed and my breath came in surprised pants. I hadn’t expected that, but oh, goddamn, did it feelgood.

She bobbed her head gently, her small velvet tongue trailing up and down my frenulum, teasing it lightly, swirling around my head in a way that made my heart damn near seize up in my chest and my eyes rollback.

She got her long, elegant fingers involved, wrapping them around my shaft with just the right amount of pressure, stroking rhythmically along with her mouth’s attentions. I swallowed hard and moaned, planting my palms flat against my lower back and ass to keep from doing what I really wanted to do, which was touch herhead.

Instead, I fought the rising urge to do it by speaking, saying, “Oh yeah, baby… that feels so good. Just like that.” I sucked a breath in between gritted teeth and fought down the urge to come. She had me on that fucking razor’s edge, man; and I didn’t know if it was okay or not. I hated to kill the mood by asking, so instead, I went the route any other red blooded alpha male would. I stopped her, gripping her upper arms lightly and pulling my cock from her mouth by drawing back myhips.

“Stand up,” I ordered and used a tone that should brook no argument, but with Mali, you neverknew.

She got to her feet, like a puppet drawn by strings and oh god, that turned me on. Knowing I was the damn puppeteer to a woman who was as fierce as she? Goddamn. Power flooded my veins and I ripped open her shorts and sent them cascading down her legs, my balls tightening, my cock twitching at the sight of no panties.

I pushed her back onto the bed and she collapsed willingly with a dark smile that spoke to my own. I let it rise and fill my eyes, wrapping my arms around her thighs, dragging her body so her ass was at the very edge of the bed, the glistening flower of her sex begging to be defiled, but that was a game for another night. Right now, I wanted to worship my woman for the goddess she was, so I went to my knees instead.

Her scent was heady and intoxicating, her flavor like nothing else I’d ever had cross my tongue as I lapped at her center, finding that jewel I knew would spark fire in her eyes and teasing it with the tip. I wiggled my tongue back and forth over it to send pleasing vibrations through her core. The passion in her eyes deepened, the glow of her desire something else to behold until she couldn’t stand it anymore, her head tipping back and a deep, throaty sound of satisfaction escaping her long and lovely throat.

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