Page 41 of The Wrong Brother

“Mmm, proper fucking please.” His stiff length is against my back and my nipples are hard peaks under his hands. “You know, if this is the view you like best,” I move his hands down to my hips, “maybe you should stay back there.” He bites lightly into my shoulder and I arch against him.

“You are full of surprises, Cat.”

I climb onto the bed, looking over my shoulder at Rafferty. He is, no joke, magnificent. He crawls up behind me, running his hands over my ass. He kisses and licks up my back, beard tickling and lips so soft. He places himself between my legs, running his hardened length between my lips, sliding slowly forward and back until we’re both slick. He’s right there, so close, and I angle myself back, pushing into him slowly. He stops, pulling out.

“Do you have a condom?”

“I don’t keep condoms around. Birth control and celibacy, ya know. Is that okay with you?” I rub against him again, angling my hips until he’s sliding up inside of me once more. He’s stretching me, filling me, and I drop my head with a moan. “You feel so good,” I gasp.

His movements are slow and steady. Big hands grip my hips and I drop my shoulders and arch back into him, relishing the low groan I hear in response. I love how he feels, how we feel together. He leans down, pressing his chest into my back. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me back towards him until I’m upright, in his lap. He’s thrusting up, his hands roaming my body. I put my arms up over my head, running my fingers through his hair and resting my head back on his shoulder. Rafferty slides a hand between my legs, circling my clit. He isn’t saying anything but his body is communicating everything. It’s slow and sensual. No rush. I feel like we’re both savoring every second—rocking together, skin beginning to flush, finally joined after so much want. The angle is intense and his fingers are taking me higher. I bring my right arm back down, running my fingers along the underneath of his forearm until I can intertwine our fingers. I squeeze his hand and he pushes up deeper.

“Fuck, Raff, like that.”

He does it again and I’m teetering on the edge of intense pleasure, primed to explode. He bites down into the spot between my neck and shoulder and I feel like I’m burning from the inside. He growls against my skin, his voice rough.

“I’m not coming until you do again, Cat. Never. Again.” Every inch of my body is buzzing with our shared electricity. Rafferty is everywhere but it’s still not enough. I want more. I can feel his strong legs underneath me, his thick cock moving inside of me, his deft fingers on my clit, the front of his body pressed close to my back, his lips and tongue on my neck, his hand clasped in mine. We get lost in each other—my moans becoming his, his groans mine until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. I explode, feeling like I’ve lost control of my body. Rafferty strains, groaning into me with his release. His arm is the only thing keeping me up. He slides us forward until I’m lying on my stomach and then gets off the bed. Everything feels abruptly empty without him.

“Raff?” I call out.

He walks back in with a washcloth and hand towel. Smiling down at me, his voice soft, he asks, “Can you turn onto your back for me?”

“Can’t. I’m dead.”

He chuckles. “I’ve got you.” He rolls me over, sitting next to me on the bed, and then uses the washcloth to clean me up and the towel to dry me off. “I know you don’t like mess.”

I genuinely tear up. It’s so embarrassing. He tosses them into the laundry pile at the end of the bed and lies next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“Cat, are you crying? What’s wrong?” He tenderly wipes my cheek which makes me cry in earnest. I bury my face against him.

“I’m such a dork. Let’s both pretend that I’m cool, please?”

“Was that,” his voice sounds uncertain and I jerk my head up as it hits me what he is assuming is wrong.

“No!” I interrupt. “Holy shit, Rafferty Simms. We were both there, right? How could you experience THAT and even question whether or not it was good? That was…transcendental.” He tips my chin up and kisses me.

“So…the tears?”

I sigh. I can’t meet his eyes so I focus on his chest, tracing the letters on his tattoo. “That was incredible. Intimate. Overwhelming. I couldn’t even move when we were done, and then you go and do the most thoughtful thing ever.” I’m finally brave enough to look at him. “I do hate mess. It’s the part of sex I dislike. I used to use condoms and birth control to avoid it. Conner would get so frustrated with me. He said Iruined the momentby needing to clean up right after. And I didn’t even have to say anything to you. Not only did you not make fun of me or make me feel bad about it, you took care of it for me. You took care ofme.” My eyes are watering again. “I’m sorry,” I sniffle. “That’s so embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than coming the moment you put your hands on me?”

I pinch him lightly. “Enough. I told you how I felt about it. And even if it was an issue, you more than made up for it. I’ve never felt anything like that. I didn’t even know my body was capable of feeling that!”

He kisses me again, his fingers stroking my face.“For me too, Catherine, my queen.”

“No way. I kind of figured all of this,” I wave my hand over his body, “meant that sex is like that for you all the time.”

He rolls his eyes, letting his head fall back on the mattress. “I think it would be something like a student playing the cello versus Yo-Yo Ma. The instrument is the same, maybe they each hit all the same notes, but there’s no comparison.”

“Are you the instrument in this scenario?”

He digs his fingers into me, making me giggle.

“No. I guess what I mean is, I could go through the same motions with someone else. There would be all the same body parts in play, all the same moves, but it wouldn’t be you; there wouldn’t be the same level of connection; there couldn’t be any comparison.”

The obnoxious little song on my washer starts playing, signaling that the load is done. I move to get up, putting off thinking too closely about the things he’s saying, and he stops me.

“I’ll get it. You stay here.”

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