Page 65 of Love Thy Brother
“Me.”
Still not looking, I reached for his dick and wrapped my hand around it, the weight of it heavy in my palm. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I meant literally. In this moment. But the words forged their own path, hitting deeper, and Rubi’s eyes grew wet.He doesn’t believe me.And he had every right not to. We’d hurteach othertoo often in the past. “Kiss me.”
Rubi blinked. “Yeah?”
In answer, I grabbed his neck with my free hand and tugged him down, squeezing his dick with the other. Working it as I brought my lips to his ear. “We’re never gonna be perfect. Day at a time, boo.”
A low, tight laugh splintered out of him. “So what’s this? Therapy? Sexual recovery?”
“Hmm. Maybe.”
Rubi clutched my jaw, bringing our faces level again. “If this is your brand of healing, I can dig it.”
Our lips met again. I pumped his dick in the rhythm of his tongue stroking mine, breath coming faster as physical attraction morphed with emotion to become an unstoppable, rising wave. A fuckingforceI couldn’t fight.
Rubi was already naked. His hot rough hands stripped me too, and for the first time either of us could truly remember, we were bare to each other, rock hard andfuck, he was big.
He knew it too, backing off a touch, only for me to chase him down.
“Don’t hide from me.”
Rubi dug his teeth into his bottom lip, broad shoulders heaving. “I don’t want to hurt you either.”
“Then stay.” I took advantage of his distraction and manoeuvred him beneath me, taking his hands and pinning them above his head. “Don’t fucking leave.”
Those words were heavier than I meant them to be too, but I couldn’t take them back, and the irony that I’d spent the last month telling him to fuck off passed me by.
I leaned down, letting my body cover his as much as it could, and pressed our foreheads together. “Don’t leave.”
Rubi poked his tongue out and licked the seam of my lips. “I couldn’t, Riv. I swear down it would kill me this time.”
The cute gesture helped me fucking breathe. I hadn’t told him that I knew what he’d said to Embry, and maybe I never would, but the thought ofanythingmaking him feel like he didn’t want to live twisted me up.
I love him.
Fuck it. If I was gonna tell him anything, it would be that.
One day.
Maybe.
I kissed him and the sudden tension between us began to dissolve, leaving nothing but searching lips, roaming hands, and the slow pressure of our entangled cocks.
The ever-rising heat as our movements quickened with every thumping heartbeat.
Rubi’s hands were everywhere. Roaming my back. Squeezing my hips, his mouth fierce at my throat, his long fingers tangled in my messy hair. “Fuck, Riv. You feel so good.”
Good—what a shitty fucking word for the inferno he stoked inside me. I threw my head back, a violent moan breaching my lungs as I drove hard against his cock, friction and fluid melding together, a slick slide of alchemy.
I was gonna come. Hard. And soon. But I needed him to come first. I needed to see it—to feel it—or I’d fucking die.
Rubi reversed our positions again, slamming me onto my back.
Breathless, for the first time I allowed myself to glance between us at his dick grinding with mine.
His massive, beautiful dick.
