Page 92 of Love Thy Brother
All right. It was getting harder by the day to dislike this hunk. What a prick.
I moved from the door to let him leave. “Sorry you have to go to Peterborough. No one deserves that.”
“Then maybe you should go next time.”
Oscar grinned, and then he was gone.
The door shut behind him. River still looked broken, but I felt broken too, and I didn’t know how to fix it.
My phone buzzed with an incoming message. I fished it from my pocket with one hand while passing River the spare Cam had given me with the other.
Saint:do u want me to tail oscar or stay on the house?
He was asking me? Jesusfuck.
I held the phone up to River.
He scanned the message. “Oscar’s more important.”
“Agreed.” I fired off the verdict and speed-read the next message that came in. The Transporter had moved on. Folk had gone after it. Decoy remained to escort us back to Whitness. Saint said nothing about the scene I’d caused on the pavement. Maybe he didn’t know, but that was unlikely. Decoy wasn’t a grass, but Saint saw everything, whether he was looking or not.
I reached for River without stopping to wonder if I should. Caught his wrist and hauled him against me. “I’m sorry. I’m a fucking wild one at the moment. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
River made himself at home in my arms, his gaze darker than the sweetest,roughestsin. “Nothing’s wrong with you, boo. It’s the rest of the world.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, well that’s nice of you to say, but I don’t believe you. I feel like my entire fuckingpersonis coming apart at the seams. I reckon if you take a peek outside, you’ll find bits of my brain on the street.”
“Excess bits. Everything about you is too big anyway.”
“Everything?” Humour germinated tiny green shoots in my soul. I tightened my hold on River, letting my body mould to his, the heat between us growing more potent with every uncharted moment like this. “Does that mean you don’t want it all?”
River’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. I caught it with mine and we fell into a kiss that would keep Decoy waiting outside all night long.
We tipped back against the door. River was lighter than me, most people were, but he pinned me with ease. And I let him because that shit felt so fucking good. It waslife, and I needed the riot my cock started as much as I needed the friendly fisherman’s sweatpants away from my dick.
Somehow, the mess of thoughts screaming through my brain reached River. He slipped his hands beneath my waistband and freed my aching length, squeezing his calloused fingers around it hard enough to thud my head back against the door. “Shit.”
River gripped my chin, smirking behind the intensity still ablaze in his eyes. “Yeah? That what you need?”
Another low sound tore from my chest. River tugged me from the door and spun us around, waiting until I’d braced a hand on the window, covering it, before he dropped to his fucking knees.
Holy goddamn hell.“Riv—fuck.”
He wrapped his mouth around my dick and sensation hit me like a speeding bullet. Hot. Wet. His tongue a heat-seeking missile as it slid over the runic tattoo of his name, teeth grazing the sensitive underside of my cock.
I sank forward onto my forearms. “You don’t have to do this.”
River laughed, throaty and mean. “Want me to stop?”
He opened his throat. My hips bucked of their own accord, fucking deeper into his mouth, and a gritty chuckle breached my lips.
River took that as my answer and sank back into the filthiest blowjob I’d ever had. He didn’t worship my cock; he fucking owned it, and I loved every second. Clung to every dirty moment as if it was my last. The buzz of arousal, of pure fucking heaven, overwhelmed the disquiet I couldn’t seem to shake. Even the thump in my temple shut the fuck up as River took me apart.
I needed the door to hold myself up. The bruising grip of his fingers on my hip, the other pumping my cock into his mouth. I closed my eyes and let words fall out of my slack mouth. “So fucking good. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”
