Page 55 of Harboring Secrets
I clung to him, buried my face in the crook of his neck and tasted his skin while he ravaged my body. His hands were everywhere. Holding me. Touching me. Soothing me, spreading me open. My hands dug into the bedding and I clutched fistfuls of it. And then everything exploded. My release hit me like a lightning bolt. Everything flashed hot and white. After a moment, I became aware that the desperate keening sound was coming from me, but I couldn’t silence myself if my life depended on it.
The skin where our bodies touched grew sticky with my release then Brodie’s arms tightened around me and his pace increased. His breathing was harsh in my ear and I twisted my head away from the sensation that was too much for my body. Brodie saw the opportunity to kiss me and slanted our mouths together.
We came down from our high that way. Sticky and trembling and unable to stop kissing to come up for air. When we finally did manage to stop, he was still half hard and inside me, but his cum had started to leak out of my hole. Brodie reached back and I felt fingers brush over the tender place were our bodies joined.
He kissed the corner of my mouth and said nothing as I eased forward, letting his cock slip out of my ass. I collapsed next to him. I flung an arm over his chest and tangled one of my legs with his. We were sticky and sweaty, and we’d suffer later if we let our mess dry on our skin, but neither of us was in a hurry to move.
Chapter 27
Brodie
Wewerestillnakedand twined together in what was clearly our bed. Liam liked the left side and I’d taken the right, as we’d done when we traveled together. Even though he’d made it abundantly clear that he had no intention of leaving me behind, part of me still wanted to cling to him like a barnacle.
Liam traced feather-light circles on my back, completely unaware of my continued turmoil. I’d acted like an idiot and my embarrassment made it hard to think straight.
“Should we get curtains?” Liam asked as though I wasn’t having an existential crisis.
“Curtains?” I asked stupidly.
“Window coverings. We have a lot of windows.”
I looked at the wall of windows. It had been one of my favorite things about the house. That and the color scheme that made me feel like I was living in a sunset. The back yard was protected by a privacy fence.
“No one can see us,” was my answer.
“I saw one designer take someone’s vacation photos and turn them into slides and they fashioned them together with silver rings and made a curtain out of that.”
“That sounds like a lot of work. Besides, I took lousy pictures.”
A laugh rumbled out of Liam. “I know. I swear you did it on purpose.”
“Well, sometimes, yeah. Like, I’m sure that the other two thousand people who all hiked up the same trail to look at the same view all took very lovely pictures. But I wanted one that suited my experience and when I got to the top of Mount Zas, I felt half dead. Hence the selfie of me stretched out in the dirt. I did manage to get a shot or two before hiking back down.” I nestled closer to Liam. We needed a shower and a change of sheets, but that could wait. I wanted to bask in this closeness a little while longer.
“I never worried if the pictures I took turned out good. Besides, I had my postcard collection accumulating back home.”
“Can I see it?”
I wriggled around until I was able to prop myself up on an elbow and look him in the eye. “You want to see?”
“I’ve always been curious about them. I want to know where you’ve been.”
The postcards were in a box in the walk-in closet with the wordpostcardsscrawled across it in Kieran’s tidy printing. I retrieved it from its place on the shelf and sat down next to Liam. He looped an arm around me and waited for me to open the box.
“It was in plain sight the whole time. You could have looked at them whenever.”
Lips brushed against my temple. “It’s not the same as being invited.”
Kieran had put the postcards in an old shoe box arranged by date. With no regard to his careful organization, I took the lid off and upended the box, spilling them onto our laps.
Liam grabbed one and smirked at it, then at me. “This looks familiar. I didn’t know you were a fan ofGame of Thrones.”
“Maybe I went to Croatia for other reasons.” Arguing was pointless when I couldn’t wipe the smug look off my face. “Okay, so I went specifically because it was filmed there. But I also went to other famous locations, like the Chateau D’If fromThe Count of Monte Cristo.It’s a real prison, but Edmund Dantes wasn’t a real prisoner, of course. But they have a cell you can go visit that they say is his cell.” I glanced at Liam and gave him a smile. I felt suddenly foolish about my bout of excitement so I paused to explain. “I was one of those kids that other kids picked on in school. For whatever reason, people didn’t like me. Having two older brothers helped stop the more physical stuff, but it didn’t stop the taunts.”
“I’m sorry. That sounds rough.”
I loved that I could tell how sincere Liam was. That these weren’t just platitudes that he felt like he had to say.
“I’d see these places on TV and in movies and I’d imagine going to see them. I started keeping a list. It was always a pipedream. There was no way I’d be able to see any of them, but it was a nice dream to have. And then Shane won the lottery. A multi-million dollar windfall. After he collected and talked to Kieran about how not to go dead broke in a couple years’ time, he told me to get my passport sorted.”
