Page 75 of A Brother's Secret

My brain feltthe consistency of fried mush when I got home, but the sound of Mali striding quickly up the hall and appearing in nothing but one of my shirts definitely perked me up some. She practically crashed into me, greeting me enthusiastically, and I let my laptop bag slide to the floor so I could get my hands onher.

“I missed you,” she murmured into my mouth and I pulled her in tighter, urging her, with my hands against her thighs to give a jump and wrap her legs around my hips. She complied, and I carried her to the first available surface my tired brain could come upwith.

Just so happens, that surface was the granite kitchen countertop. I set her down and she squealed, writhing declaring “Goddammit, Kyle, that’scold!”

I laughed and she did too, and it was the first one I’d heard from her in a few days. I was glad this was a good one for her. I looked her in the eyes and said, “I’m going to do you against this kitchen counter, then I want to take you somewhere.”

“Oh, promises, promises,” she declared, but she was already working buttons loose on my black shirt. I grinned and covered her mouth with mine. She kissed me with some of that fire of hers and pushed my shirt back off of my shoulders. I pulled it off and let it hit the floor, intent on getting insideher.

She sucked in a sharp and appreciative breath when I hauled my undershirt over my head and let it fall next. I gave her a smile that said she was in serious trouble and her eyes grew hungry.

That gave me anidea.

“Lay back,” I demanded and she did. I went to my knees between her legs, using an arm as a bar across her hips to keep her from bucking or writhing, I nipped the inside of her thigh. She giggled and tried to squirm, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.

I tasted her and God, she was good. Her whole mood immediately downshifted with the touch of my tongue and she went from giggling and squirming to letting out a sharp, throaty moan, her fingers grabbing the edge of the counter as she sat up abruptly to watchme.

I met her suddenly so-serious gaze and teased her clit with the tip of my tongue, sucking it into my mouth slowly. She closed her eyes and moaned faintly, her knuckles turning white where they gripped the edge of the stone countertop. I draped her long legs over my shoulders and went to town, determined to make her come at least once to make sure she was wet enough, ready enough, to take mycock.

She shuddered and I worked a finger inside of her, curling it up, stroking that slightly rough patch on her roof. She cried out, shaking, fighting to keep her legs from wrapping around my head and finally she layback.

“Oh, ow!” she cried and I looked up sharply.

“You okay?” I demanded.

“Ohhhh no! I just cracked my head really hard!” She sucked in a sharp, pained breath between her teeth and I stood up. She had both hands wrapped tight around the back of her head, lifting it from the counter.

“Shit,” I muttered and helped her sit backup.

“Oh my god, so stupid!” she cried and I gently pried her fingers away so I could look. She bowed her head and I probed the spot gently with my fingertips. She yipped when I found the swelling goose egg and I bowed my head and tried not to laugh at the sheer absurdity ofit.

Fuck, I felt so bad. It clearly hurt her and was swelling pretty quick. She made to get down and I stopped her, my hands on her knees.

“Stay right here; I’ll get you some ice.” I went to one of the drawers and pulled out a Ziploc freezer bag and dispensed some ice from the fridge. She watched me, half wincing, half trying not to laugh and I felt my lips twitch.

“You do think it’s funny!” she accused.

“Well, yeah, kind of hard not to, but I feel bad you’rehurt.”

She laughed, “Of all the stupid fucking things todo…”

“Hey, it’s okay,” I twisted around so she could see the bulge in the front of my slacks. “Even slightly maimed you’re still sexy as fuck.” She lost it then while I wrapped the makeshift ice pack in a dishtowel and brought it to her, easing it onto the back of herhead.

“Mm, note to self, eat you out on soft surfacesonly.”

“You’re really good at it,” she said knocking her shoulder intomine.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

We laughed and she smiled, gaze roaming my face. It was an intense look, and one I didn’t readily understand so I asked, “What?”

“Just… I love you. More than anything. More than life itself,” shesaid.

“Mali…”

“No, I mean it. If anything happened to you because ofme –“

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