Page 60 of Between Brothers

Chapter 23

Blue

Christmas had come and gone, the New Year had come in with some serious partying and even though it was only February, it felt like spring was pretty much just around the corner. All and all my life was pretty fucking perfect lately. Today was no exception. We’d spent almost all day together, shopping a little, seriously affectionate and finally had ended up back in my room for an hour or more of lovemaking.

Now, Hayley lay against my chest, and I cuddled her close. Cell had gone off on his own earlier in the day and hadn’t come back yet. I don’t think that Hayley was too terribly disappointed about it, and I felt like we’d turned a corner in our relationship where we were all more comfortable just being… Like the tack welds had set and the line of solder holding us together in a stronger bond was being laid.

We hadn’t had sex, the three of us together yet, but I was thinking we were close to clearing that last hurdle. It felt like a big one.

Thanksgiving had been interesting, and we’d avoided her dad for the most part. She wouldn’t say anything about it, but I was pretty sure they’d had a fight. The outcome was that she was still with us, so I would have to say that meant she’d won.

Tired of thinking about it, and marveling at how we were still managing to pull this off after so long, I decided it was time for less thought and some more action.

“Mm,” I growled and turned her on her back, wedging one of my knees between hers and nudging her thighs apart.

She laughed, a joyous sound and asked, “Still not enough?” as I nuzzled the side of her neck.

“Never enough.”

I licked along the side of her neck and nipped lightly, tracing my lips along the delicate slope of her shoulder, down her chest, pausing to pay particular attention to her nipple. I sucked the delicate nub into my mouth and rolled it, capturing it between my teeth in a light grip. She arched, her fingers twining into my hair as she gave a throaty moan, eyelashes fluttering with the sensation as she closed her eyes and relished the sensation.

I loved how responsive she was to my touch. Every movement honest, organic, and letting me know just what she liked and didn’t like.

I moved down her body even more, light touches of my lips against her warm, soft skin punctuated with the occasional taste of her. A light, unexpected flick of my tongue that left her gasping or giggling, unless I placed it against a known ticklish spot. Then she would jerk in my grasp and squeal, a delighted sound that I don’t think I would ever hear enough of.

Those gasps and squeals turned into passionate and throaty moans, the closer I got to my goal. I trailed light fingertips down her skin, tracing where my lips had been until I reached the apex of her thighs. I went down on her, gladly, pressing my middle finger up inside her and coaxing her body into writhing for me.

She watched me with heavy lidded eyes, passion and naked want radiating from her and she was so beautiful to me in that moment that it hurt. A very physical pain as my heart squeezed down tight in my chest as if gripped in a fist. Only, I would give anything to make that pain a permanent part of me because it was just that damn good.

I put my mouth to her most sensitive parts and lapped at her, teasing her clit with strokes of my tongue, and her g-spot with strokes of my fingers. She gripped the sheets at her hips with her fists and would have arched off the bed completely if it weren’t for my arm barring across her hips, pressing her down into the bed; holding her there so that I could torture her as sweetly as she tortured me with that look in her eyes.

I loved the way she was looking at me, down the length of her writhing body, between the valley of her breasts, chest heaving as she tightened down around my fingers in that way that told me she was close, so very close… She threw back her head with a sharp, impassioned cry and jerked wildly as her nerves overloaded and she came hard around my fingers and against my mouth.

I let up, knowing how sensitive she got, and knowing that a certain amount of a lack of control tended to frighten her. Unlike Cell I pushed Hayley’s limits slowly. I didn’t want to burn her out or overwhelm her to the point she felt she couldn’t handle us anymore. Never mind that she hadn’t handled us together yet.

I wasn’t sure why. It just hadn’t come up yet.

I knelt up between her legs, her whole body limp as she floated in the euphoria of her afterglow. I reached for a condom, my dick impossibly hard, and tore open the little foil packet. She watched me, chest heaving with deep, quick, breaths.

“You okay?” I asked with a smile, knowing the answer already even as I rolled the condom on. She watched, and the look in her eyes always entertained me. Something about the act of putting the condom on myself always got her, always made her go still and the look in her eyes made me feel like a man on top of the world. Like I was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

I tipped forward and braced a hand on the mattress over her shoulder. The other hand I was using to guide myself inside her.

God, she felt so good. So wet I glided inside with very little effort. Her hips jolted slightly, as they always did when I first pushed inside her and I just kept going until I was flush against her body with mine; in as deep as I could go.

She looked up at me, raw with emotion and I smiled, bringing up my other arm and lowering myself over her until our bodies touched before I drew back and thrust forward again. She sighed, her eyes slipping closed and she just melted beneath me. It was the sweetest and hottest thing I’d ever had a woman do and I loved it. I loved even more when she arched a little to put our bodies back in contact. I loved it even more than that when her hand gripped my ass, nails digging slightly into my flesh as she pulled me back inside her, her other hand warm on my shoulder.

I loved her, and making love to her was the greatest privilege I’d ever known.

“Blue,” she whimpered, and I closed my eyes, relishing the sound of my name on her lips.

“I love you,” I murmured and covered her mouth before she could reply, fearing her response and not wanting to ruin this perfect moment any further than I feared I may have just done.

Her arms went around me and she pulled me down tight against her, her legs wrapping around my hips, pulling me all the way in and holding to me so tightly I couldn’t pull out if I wanted to.

She kissed me back with such fervor, I felt my spine go liquid with relief at the weight that’d been lifted from my spirit. She loved me, too and just when I didn’t think life could get any better, the door to my room burst open and Cell called out, “Player three has arrived!”

Hayley jumped, squealing and burying her face in the side of my neck, laughing when she realized it was her other lover… our other lover.

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