Page 51 of The Untamed

“Don’t kiss him,” I say, tugging on his hand. “Please don’t kiss him.”

Ronan scoots closer, bringing his body heat with him. I pull his hand to my chest, squeezing it tight. He snuggles up to my side and it feels right. It’s where he belongs. I fucking know this. Something inside my chest releases and a soul-soaking calm washes over me.

“Promise me you’ll never kiss him again.” My voice cracks, splintered with pain and misery. “I can’t fucking stand the thought of it.”

I expect him to demand to know why it bothers me so much.

I could admit it to him. That it should be me instead.

“I promise,” Ronan whispers. “It felt right in the moment, but now all I feel is guilt.”

Bringing our conjoined hands to my mouth, I kiss his cold knuckles one by one.

“His, uh, fingers…” He trails off, shuddering. “And then his hand…”

Possessiveness poisons my every cell, pouring through my veins like molten lava. Before I can consider my actions, I roll onto my side, bringing my hand down to his dick.

“He touched you here?”

Ronan groans, his dick quickly thickening. “Ryder…”

“You want to be touched, you come to me,” I growl, squeezing his length through his soaked jeans. “You let me give you what you need. That’s what brothers are for. We take care of each other.”

A small moan escapes him and his hips thrust toward my hand. I rub him roughly through his clothes, doing it just the way I like it. He’s not complaining. His breaths come out sharp and quick. My own cock hardens and several filthy thoughts flitter through my mind. I ignore them all, focusing on just him.

“Ryder, Ryder, Ryder,” he chants, over and over again in the barest whisper. “Oh God.”

“Imake you feel good. Not him.”

“Y-Yes. Fuck.”

Pleasure floods through me at his agreement. I work him easily into a frenzy that has him squeezing my other hand so tight I’m surprised my fingers don’t snap off. And then, with a sigh of ultimate relief, he tenses.

His dick pulsates in my grip. Knowing he’s soaking the inside of his boxers with cum has me grinning stupidly. Everything’s too raw with our emotions right now, but I ache to tease him about it. Later, when he takes a piss and sees the sticky evidence of what we did, he’ll think of me. Not Logan. Me.

“Anything you need, Ro, you come to me,” I remind him. “No one but us needs to know. It’s safe for you this way.”

“Thank you.”

His breathy words are so sweet I can’t help but seek his face out in the dark. I press a kiss to his damp skin, my face bumping his glasses in the process. Gently, I reach up and pluck them off his face before setting them on his chest.

He turns slightly toward me and this time my lips brush over his. They’re slick and he smells like rain. His lips pucker and I mimic him, pressing against them with a chaste kiss.

Logan probably kissed him with tongue.

I’m about to suggest it when Ronan thanks me again and then rolls over to his side, his back to me. I wrap an arm around his waist, burying my face in his wet curls that smell uniquely him.

I’ll show him how much better I can be.

He’ll never have to think about that prick ever again.

I’ll do whatever it takes to keep Ronan away from Logan. Even if it means fucking my big brother to keep him happy. I may not know exactly what that entails between two men, but I’d do it for him.

Anything for Ronan.

This is torture.

And, quite frankly, a glimpse of my future if my parents have anything to say about it.

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