Page 98 of Between Brothers

“Where is Shelly, man?” Trig called back.

“Home with a sick kid, she told me to save myself.”

“Oh. What did she do?”

“Picked the top three names she wanted for Harmony, went out the back door and screamed each one of them ten times at the top of her lungs out the back door.”

“Why?” Reaver asked, making a weird face.

“I asked her that, she said if she was gonna end up screaming it for the rest of her life that she might as well get to trying them out now. The one that was easiest or that she didn’t mind screaming was the one she stuck with.”

“Oh my god, that totally sounds like something she would do!” Hayden fell out laughing and a bunch of us joined in.

Hayley pushed herself up, “It’s a good thing that we have time to figure it out,” she said, stretching.

“Ready for bed?” I asked her softly and she nodded.

“K, come on.”

I stood and set my half empty beer aside and held my hand down to her. She got up and I called out, “Night all.”

“Night!” they called back.

We went tiredly across the grass and into the barracks. I let her into my room and she turned sharply. I put my arms around her to keep from completely crashing into her. She looked up at me, all seriousness in her eyes and on her face and said, “Kiss me.”

I bent carefully and played my lips acriss hers and it was the sweetest thing. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on hers and whispered, “I meant it about waiting for the wedding.”

She chuckled lightly and said, “I understand you feel the need to punish yourself, but do you really need to punish me, too?”

I laughed a surprised thing that I broke off quick so I could ask, “That really the way you feel about it?”

“Maybe…”

“Don’t be coy, not about this.”

She nodded, and her face grew solemn. “I want you. I miss your hands on me…”

“I can’t remember all that I did.” I swallowed hard, “Doc says it could take six months to a year for certain things to show up in my bloodwork, so…”

“So wear a condom.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

Fuck. I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t. It was killing me not being with her. I wanted her, I needed her so damn bad. I bowed my head and kissed her again and let my jacket and cut slide off my shoulders and into my hands. I swung the door shut behind me and hung it on the hook before I turned my attentions to getting her naked.

We moved slow, once piece of clothing at a time. Kissing, exploring, taking our time with each other and it was new and different. As if we were discovering each other for the first time. We stood in the quiet dark of my room, skin to skin, the cool air conditioned air pushing us closer together for warmth and I couldn’t say I regretted that one bit. If anything it made me want to crank that bitch up higher.

She kissed me as if she were poisoned and my lips held the antidote. I knew the feeling and I returned every bit of her desire and enthusiasm tenfold. I walked her over to the bed and reached into the drawer beside it for a condom. She took a step back to watch me roll it on and I loved how her dark eyes glowed with her arousal, how her lips parted, her long dark hair tumbling around her face and it was a miracle I didn’t come just from that expression on her face alone.

The fact that she was so turned on pushed me right up to the very edge. I went to her, lifting her bodily and flinging her back onto the bed. She yipped in surprise and laughed and I followed her, caging her body with mine, showering her in kisses, light little touches of my lips all over her chest, paying particular attention to any spot that had her arching into me. Licking and sucking my way down her body.

“Blue, please,” she begged, her voice sultry and full of passion and I raised myself up, making eye contact, showing her rather than telling her just how much I loved her. Just how much I adored her.

Her breath came in a passionate cadence, and I loved it. I worked my way back up her body, lying over the top of her, keeping her warm and the chill of the room at by and slipped inside of her, slowly, agonizingly slowly, using up every bit of self-control I had not to take her with the frenzy I wanted to. There would be plenty of time for rough sex later, right now, we both needed love and to support each other.

She bowed beneath me, her back arching off the bed, her pussy gripping me rhythmically and I gritted my teeth, trying not to go myself. I needed to draw at least two more orgasms from her before I could take any pleasure myself. She deserved that peace, she deserved to feel good after all of this bad, all of this pain and misery. Some of it caused by me, some of it caused by the gaping hole that Cell had left behind.

“Oh, god, Hayley…” I moaned as she twined her arms and legs both around me.

“Blue…”

I loved the sound of my name on her lips. I loved her just so goddamned much.

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