Page 32 of More Than I Can Bear

“Freya.” I turned to see him staring down at me. “He’s my brother, but I’m also your friend.” His focus slid down to my lips and stayed there. “More than a friend, later, if that’s what you want. Regardless, you can talk to me about this.”

“So…” My cheeks were burning and I turned around, my fingers tracing the seams of the couch. “We had sex and it was my first time.”

“First…” Kaine’s voice sounded so choked I was forced to look up. “Tell me he took things slowly.”

“Not really, but only because that’s what I wanted.” I let out a sigh, aware that all the easy mood of before was well and truly gone. “He didn’t break my hymen or anything. I’m fairly sure something battery-operated from Fun Factory did that some time ago.”

Kaine made a strangled sound, red spots forming on his cheekbones, but he nodded.

“Well, that’s something.”

“So everything was good, more than good, and… are you sure you want to hear this?” I asked.

“Whatever you’ve got to say, I’ll listen,” he said.

Part of me wanted to test that, push and see if I could get his facade of fractured calm to shatter altogether.

“OK, so he’s rocking my world and yes, I had orgasms, Dad. Several actually.” He chuckled at that, his hand moving until it landed on the back of my neck, tracing circles there. “And after the first or second, something…” I shifted restlessly, the ghost of remembered pleasure washing through me, because there was a spot deep inside that seemed to reawaken as I spoke. “Something happened.”

I stared into his eyes then, suddenly bold.

“It was like a G-spot toy pressing down hard, but that’s not what dicks do normally, right?”

“Not normally, no,” he agreed in an oh so reasonable tone.

“And then it was like he couldn’t thrust that hard.” My breathing and Kaine’s had become synchronised, so I picked up the moment when his started to come faster. “It was like he was rocking back and forth, but suddenly that was all I wanted. I held onto him tight and told him how good he was making me feel and then…”

Somehow this had turned from a clinical recount to something else, something intimate between the two of us. It was like the huge living space had closed down, forming a warm little bubble around us and we breathed in the same rarefied air as I spoke.

“It was amazing, nothing like what I’d expected. Girls talk about their first time being abysmal, but mine was amazing. Like, I was coming and then instead of the feeling fading away, I couldn’t stop. And that’s when…”

My finger went to the bite mark on my neck and my thighs fell open instantly. That same pleasure rose again, this time without any prompting. Kaine was holding his body rigid, the solid lump in his pants making clear his response to what I was saying, but he made no move to do anything.

“Then what, Freya?” he prompted, his voice so much lower and huskier. “What did my brother do?”

“He bit me.” I yanked my hand away, feeling dizzy when the sensation of remembered pleasure stopped. “Why would he do that? I have a mark on my neck and…”

“Let me see.”

His fingers were cool, clinical, pushing my hair aside and feeling across my bared neck, but I knew exactly when he found the bite mark because my whole body came alive. And that made me feel strange at the same time, because that wasn’t how I worked.

I didn’t pant after people I’d never met. I’d never projected desire onto famous people. For me, attraction to someone came from knowing them. And while I was starting to feel a connection with Kaine, I hadn’t known him long enough to warrant my sudden response to him. I let out a little pant, my skin feeling like it was on fire, as my whole body came to life. My nipples tightened so fast it was almost painful, my back arching in response.

“Kaine…” I gasped out and he pulled his hand free with an almost sad look in his eyes. That was hard to take in as my body slowly gained back its equilibrium. “What the fuck was that?”

“The men in my family…” The words seemed to be pulled from him rather than said willingly, those cool blue eyes watching me the entire time. “They tend to connect with only one woman, and when they do it’s kinda intense.”

“When you connect together, you mean?” I said, able to see a flash of him, of Adam, both naked together, their collective focus on me.

“That’s right. And we don’t really connect with anyone else, just that one woman.”

“Like ever?” I looked him up and down then, taking in the massive, strong body, the confident manner, and shook my head. “You’ve never—”

“Never,” he replied, softening that with a little smile. “I’ve been waiting for the right girl.We’vebeen waiting for the right girl.”

“And you…?” My hand went to that bite mark, and I suddenly felt like a detective with all the clues in front of them. “You can leave a bite on me that would give me multiple orgasms if you touched it for long enough?”

“When you’re ready for that, yes,” he replied, like that was completely normal.

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