Page 64 of Love Thy Brother
Sometimes I wondered if I’d known Rubi in another life—he was that familiar to me. But this, man. So much of it was brand new I swayed on my feet, fucking lost to it. Only the dig of his cock and thethrobin mine kept me bound to the earth.
The tremble in Rubi’s hulking frame.
It was powerful knowledge to know I was the one thing that could make such a strong man lose control.
That I was his weakness.
I nipped his bottom lip. He kissed me harder and tugged me away from the door enough to wrestle it open with one hand.
The living room lay beyond the kitchen, quiet and cluttered. Rubi navigated us around the toy cars and the chaotic coffee table and pushed me onto the couch.
His body covered mine, pinning me down. It wasn’t a position I enjoyed with anyone, but with him it was fucking magic. I used my leg to hook him closer for a rougher grind, revelling in the gravelly moan that ripped through him. In his possessive palm gripping the back of my skull, his fingertips grazing my neck.
The sensation was electric, but I needed more of him.
So much fucking more.
I gripped the shirt he was wearing and yanked it up his body. He stopped kissing me long enough for me to tug it over his head. Then he was on me again, his hot skin pressing me into the couch, his jaw harsh against my face, his kiss more demanding than ever.
He didn’t have todemandanything from me. He turned me on inside and out. Always had since I’d known which way my dick should be pointing. But this was better than my dirtiest fantasy. Filthier than the edited clips that swam in my head. History that wasn’t quite ours.
I slid my hands down his broad back, my fingers dipping below his waistband, the hard muscle beneath my palms sending hotter blood pumping to my cock. We kissed like fiends until he ripped his mouth away to ravage my fucking throat.
“Fuck.” My neck arched of its own accord, my hips grinding up as his ground down.
Rubi rumbled a laugh. “You like that?”
“No. It’s shit. Do something else.”
He pulled back, one corner of his mouth curving up in a smile, his emotive hazel eyes alight with arousal and mischief, the trauma of our evening together absent for these precious moments. “Lose that fucking T-shirt.”
I took it off and his stare flared brighter. The living room was pretty dark, but he gazed at my bare chest like it was melting the fucking sun.
“Riv.”
“What?”
Rubi dipped low and kissed my neck again, harder this time, sucking the sensitive skin. Biting. “I can’t cope. You’re so fuckin’ hot.”
Hot forhim. I wanted him naked, sprawled out over me while my mind was sharp enough to remember every second. I didn’t care what happened after that. If he fucked me stupid. If I fucked him. If there was nothing but skin on skin. Him and me. Me and him.
I slid my hands down his torso again and pushed his sweats lower, stopping a beat before his thick cock got in the way.
Rubi raised his head. “Sure you wanna go that far?”
“Sure you wanna stop me?”
His soft smirk turned deadly. “All I’m saying is I made you a promise about what would happen the next time you had your dick out around me, and I meant it.”
My body responded before the memory solidified enough for me to remember it. Heat rattled my veins, thrumming in time with my rising pulse.“... if you ever have your dick out around me again, it’ll be in my mouth.”
Damn.
I pushed his sweats over his hips, using my feet to shove them all the way down. His cock sprang free, but I didn’t look. Not yet. “I never told you what would happen to yours.”
Rubi skated a hand over my chest. “Sounds dangerous.”
“For who?”
