Page 63 of Vodka And Virtue

I swiped the tears from my eyes and laughed. “That’s because I am your brother. I love you, too. But you’re Ryan’s problem now, not mine.” I straightened, sucking in a deep breath to calm my turbulent emotions. “Have you given any more thought to the proposal?”

“I’m thinking tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night! But we haven’t even discussed it yet. We need to plan it perfectly.”

Carson clapped me on the back. “Take it easy, Carly. I’ve got this.”

In my vast and expert knowledge of my brother, he definitely didn’t have this.

* * *

The sun blazed overhead.Even sitting in the shade, I was warm. Warm enough to remove my shirt. A gentle breeze stirred my skin, cooling the fine sheen of sweat on my chest and neck. Now that spring was turning into summer, sitting out on this deck that Rory built was my favorite way to spend the afternoons before heading into work. Just lying here with a cold glass of tea and a book was enough to clear my head and relax me.

I stretched my arms above my head and uncrossed my ankles, wiggling my toes to feel the breeze between them. I felt like I was living a vastly different life than the one I inhabited just two weeks ago. Living in this peaceful serene bubble with Rory, eyeing him as he strutted around half naked, wearing nothing but briefs, felt like a parallel universe to living with my cousin and my brother. There was never a peaceful moment in that home. My uncle came and went uninvited and unannounced. My brother was loud, often arguing with Gordy. Ryan stayed over sometimes. And without fail, every time I had my eye on something in the fridge, it was gone before I could get to it.

None of that happened living here. Things didn't go missing because one of my family members appropriated it for their personal use. The house stayed relatively clean and tidy. I filled my lungs with fresh warm air before letting it out in a whoosh.

I was home now. This place, and Rory, had become as familiar to me as my own name.

I closed my eyes and folded my hands behind my head, enjoying the peace, lulled by the sound of the birds chirping. When I opened my eyes, Rory stood before me, naked as the day he was born. He reminded me of a furred Adonis. The gray hairs peppered into the dark strands at his temple, dark brown nipples, pierced with metal barbells, on a hard toned chest. His stomach, flat enough, but soft, rounded just so to make my hands itch to touch him. He was the hottest man I'd ever seen. My personal wet dream. He stared down at me, wearing nothing but a sexy smirk, and my dick began to harden in my shorts.

“Feeling relaxed?” he rumbled in that deep voice that never failed to make my blood stir.

“Mmm, I was. Not so much now,” I said, rubbing my growing erection.

“Let me help you settle back down then,” he suggested, grinning wickedly.

Rory leaned over me and grabbed the waist of both my briefs and shorts, sliding them down my legs. He kneeled across the lower part of my legs and bent at the waist. When he sucked my stiff cock between his lips, I gasped. I was convinced I was the luckiest guy I knew. He worked my shaft, using his tongue and lips to drive me out of my mind. The incredible suction and warmth of his mouth made me forget the entire world existed beyond this yard.

“Fuck, your mouth.”

Rory swallowed me whole, effortlessly, making the sloppiest wettest sounds that made my balls draw up tight. He loved to suck my dick. Did it every chance he got. If he wasn't sucking it, he was keeping it warm with his mouth. He fucking owned me.

There was nothing I wouldn't do for this man if he just asked.

He lifted his head, lips swollen and glossy, his beard wet. He looked sinfully debauched. "Sweetness, I want you to fuck me.”

“Really?” It wasn't something I'd tried yet, but I was dying to.

“I want you to fill me up. Want to feel it drip out of me slowly, all night long, as I work the bar.”

“Damn, Rory. That's so nasty. Do we need lube?”

He guided my hand behind him, between his cheeks. He was already slick, his hole soft and stretched. I stroked my shaft, priming it with the lube on my fingers.

“How do you want it?”

“I'm gonna ride you, just like this.”

He crawled up my legs, settling over my lap, and rocked back and forth over my slippery cock. Every few strokes, the head of my dick caught on his rim, threatening to enter him. Rory stroked his cock as he eye-fucked me, trying to seduce me with the show. He needn't bother. I was so ready, struggling not to push inside his strong body. He lifted his hips and lined up my dick with his hole, before lowering himself slowly down. His lips parted, and he breathed out as he seated himself fully, taking all of me inside him.

“Goddamn, you're tight. And hot.”

I ran my hands down his sides, over his hips, gripping him solidly, and thrust up into him. He grinned, loving the look of pure pleasure on my face.

The grip he had on my dick and the heat of him felt intense.

Mind blowing.

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