Page 36 of Harboring Secrets
My hands slid up his sides, then down his arms. I lay over him, plastering myself to his back, my hips jerking as I fucked myself deeper into him. His hands found mine and our fingers twined together. He clutched me tight, almost to the point of discomfort.
The back of his neck was damp with sweat and I kissed it off him. Need and want and excitement pooled hot in the pit of my stomach. Everything in me drew tight, coiled like a spring. Liam was a wreck. Nothing that came out of his mouth was coherent, just a stream of sounds that I wanted to record, preserve, play on repeat forever.
“I’m so fucking close.” I told him. I could have told him that I loved him, that this moment was everything to me. That even when my heart had been smashed and shattered, I never hated him for a single second. I loved him too much. But the words wouldn’t come. I scraped my teeth against his shoulder, not quite biting, but letting him know I could. Wanted to, even.
“Come in me, Brodie. Brodie, please.” Liam untangled one of our hands and I reached around, beating him to it, wrapping my hand around his cock before he could touch what was mine.
I jerked him, relishing the way he bucked and jerked underneath me. Every wanton noise and shaky breath was a balm to my soul and soon he was coming in hot ropes that shot out of him, pooling somewhere beneath him. Running down my fingers and in all the spaces between. Closing my eyes, I kissed the nape of his neck, and then I was coming. Every bit of pleasure that had built up in me released all at once. My hips took on a mind of their own and I rode him hard, still jerking him, still touching and kissing him wherever I could reach until I was breathless and boneless.
Eventually I stilled, but didn’t pull out. I stayed where I was, lying on his back like a blanket, kissing the nape of his neck still, tasting the salt and satisfaction on his skin. Sunlight stretched in through the windows, casting everything in a serene kind of glow that matched how I felt on the inside. I found myself saying the words I wished I’d have heard from him when everything imploded.
“I want you to stay.”
Chapter 18
Liam
OfcourseIstayed.I couldn’t have made myself leave if I wanted to. I’d asked if he meant for the night, or longer, and all Brodie said was yes.
The day still had plenty of hours in it, but Brodie and I stayed in bed. We curled up in each other’s arms and we talked.
He told me more about his family and I told him about Piper. He seemed curious about her. It had been such a long time since anyone asked me about her that I’d forgotten how nice it was to share her with someone. He didn’t seem jealous of her, just quiet and a bit sad, I thought.
As the sun moved through the sky, the light in the room changed. His bedroom was painted in the same soft sunset glow way that lit up when the sun hit it. It was like living in a cloud.
“I think I love your house,” I told him. My body had recovered and was ready to go again, but I ignored my baser urges in favor of just being near Brodie. I could see myself here, morning after morning.
Brodie was lying half on top of me, his arm flung over my chest, his legs tangled in mine. The soft strands of his hair tickled my chin. He’d covered us up earlier, but the blankets had slid down to his waist. As tempting as it was to start something, I brushed the hair off his face and kissed his forehead.
“It’s almost dinner time. And as much as I love staying like this with you, we need food.”
He rolled off of me and onto his back. He turned his head and looked at me. “I suppose I could cook us something. Be warned, though, it’s been forever since I made anything. It might not be edible.”
“Then I’ll cook.” I kicked the covers out of my way and climbed out of bed. I quickly dressed again, earning me a small scowl from Brodie. “You, my darling exhibitionist, have a house of windows.”
“There’s a privacy fence. And the neighbors don’t have windows on that side of their house.” Brodie raked his gaze over me. “And you were naked earlier.”
I went around to his side of the bed and swooped down, stealing a kiss. “Yes, I was. But I wasn’t cooking. There are many things that are more fun naked; cooking is not one of them.”
Brodie stretched out like a starfish and heaved a sigh. “I suppose that’s fair.”
“Come on. I’ll cook and you can unpack and keep me company.”
I left the room and went to Brodie’s kitchen. I spent a few minutes going through his cupboards and his fridge to see what I had to work with. Brodie had a shocking lack of kitchen items. He had one pot and one frying pan. He had a few wooden spoons and a couple of horrifically dull kitchen knives.
Brodie came padding out of the bedroom, tugging a shirt down. He stopped and looked at me. “Problem?”
“Brodie, darling, is the rest of your kitchen still packed? The pots and pans? The knives?”
He rubbed at the back of his neck. “I told you I wasn’t good in the kitchen.”
“You didn’t say you weren’t good. You said it had been awhile since you made anything.” I closed the drawer and put my hands on the counter. “What was the last thing you cooked?”
Brodie grinned at me, broad and amused like he was about to let me in on the world’s best joke. “Probably ramen.”
“Tomorrow, I’m taking you shopping and we’re going to outfit your kitchen properly.” Before he could argue with me, I added, “Consider it a housewarming gift.”
He bit his lip and thought about it for a second. “I guess that would be nice of you.” He reached for the flowers that I’d brought. The colorful daisies were stunning in his kitchen. He traced his fingers along one of the bloom heads. “It’s a housewarming gift, though, right? It’s not like guilt or something?” Brodie caught my gaze. His brows were pinched and he looked troubled.
