Page 49 of A Brother At My Back

“What is?”

“Having someone to have my back, I mean, it’s not like Lia doesn’t but someone stronger than that, physically, I mean.”

“No, I get you,” he said and hugged me to him a little tighter.

I cuddled into his side, head on his chest and laughed a short time later when he muttered, “You’re going to regret that, yah fuckin’ nob gobbler.”

“What!?” I cried. “Nob gobbler?”

“What?” he demanded. “She’s an asshole for not letting her shop!”

I laughed, I couldn’t help myself. It was the funniest thing I think I had ever heard and once I started I couldn’t stop. It was an infectious sort of laugh, I think because pretty soon he was chuckling, too. I pushed myself up and kissed him and he kissed me back but it didn’t get far, he genuinely wanted to finish the movie and so he backed me off and held me tight and actually rewound what he’d missed.

“Ha! She told them,” he declared and I laughed all over again as Viv walked out of the shop with all of her bags on the screen. I wondered idly if watching movies with Nik would be like this all of the time and had to sigh inwardly. I was sure that the novelty of me would wear off before I would have the chance to find out, but this was certainly nice, and I would enjoy it while it lasted.

“Hey.” He paused the movie and I looked up.

“Hmm?”

“Why so sad all of a sudden, eh?”

“I’m not sad,” I said.

“You know the more a bloke gets to know you, the more he realizes you’re a terrible liar.”

I choked on a laugh and swatted him lightly on the chest. When the fit had passed, I sighed deeply. “I like this,” I said. “Being here, with you. I was thinking it will be sad when it ends… when the novelty of me wears off, you know?” I couldn’t look him in the eye when I said the last and I shifted a bit, uncomfortable, when I could feel his scowl like heat from a fire against my face.

“There’s no novelty here, eh. I like you, Tiff. You’ve got a fire inside. You’re not like any other girl I’ve ever met and I won’t hear you talk about yourself like that.” He shook his head and tipped my chin up with a light touch, I met his eyes reluctantly with mine. He said, “That’s the kind of thing I suspect would come out of that Nob’s mouth. I don’t ever want to hear it come out of yours again.”

I swallowed hard and nodded slightly, and he shook his head, pulling my mouth to his as if the force of his kiss would burn any more thoughts like it clean out of my head, and to be honest, it did. He hauled me up tight against his body and I swear, I climbed him like a tree, straddling his hips and thinking wistfully that there were far too many clothes between us.

“Off,” I breathed against his mouth and pushed at his flannel shirt. He shrugged out of it, peeling it off and my hands gathered his thermal at the hem. He lifted his arms and let me take it from him, and once it was off, let his fingers slide into the waistband of my jeans and lift my own shirt from it.

I sucked in a breath when his fingers made contact with my skin, a wash of tingles spilling up my back and across my ribs. “Please,” I begged breathlessly and it was a frenzy of both of us to see who could get who undressed the fastest.

“Shit,” he muttered and left me, and I have to admit, I loved watching his ass walk away from me. He fished around in his jacket and came up with a gold foil wrapped condom and I blinked. I wasn’t exactly a size queen, but I hadn’t realized from our first time that he was big enough to require a Magnum.

He came back over to me, and the view from the front was even more impressive than the view from behind had been. He knelt next to me and reached for me, but I didn’t want to be on the bottom this time, so instead of going to my back, I knelt up as his mouth met mine, and smiling against my lips, he let me have my way, taking a seat and letting me straddle him again.

God, he was so hard and hot against me, and I confess, I dry-humped him, a bit like a horny teenager, but that was part of the effect he had on me. He made me feel young again. Like that teen-aged girl before I’d lost my innocence and had stopped believing there was good in the world.

Maybe that was it, though. Maybe he was, bit by bit, restoring some of the faith I’d lost in humanity. God, I could love him for that if it were true.

He pressed the condom into my hands and whispered, “I want to watch you put it on for me.”

It was my turn to smile against his lips and the thought that I could turn him on with something so simple made me all kinds of wet and wanting him inside me. I tore open the packet using one hand and my teeth, the other I used to stroke him. His eyes dark, heavy-lidded with passion, he watched my face and I was sure that the sentiment he showed me was echoed on my own in every way.

I rolled the latex down his length and he reached for me, hands on my hips to steady me as I guided the head of his cock to my entrance and sank down on it slowly. He captured my body, an arm around my back, supporting me, a hand on my chest, over my heart. He looked up at me, and I, down at him, as he slipped into me, impossibly deep at this angle. I sighed out, breath catching and he smiled and rocked his hips, the movement teasing at my walls, causing me to tighten around him.

“God, you feel good,” I breathed and he moved his hand so that he could press his lips over my heart.

I tangled my fingers in the wild mane of his dark hair and held him, even as I rolled my hips, the pleasure rolling through me with every slightest motion.

I loved being with him. Nothing rushed, everything drawn out for maximum enjoyment by the both of us. There was no rush, there was no frenzy to how we did things and I realized that I liked that. I liked it almost too much for words… except for one.

“Nik…” his name fell from my lips, breathy, and I was close. So very close. He was wonderful at getting me right along that razor’s edge of pleasure and keeping me there, in that state of blissful pleasure for as long as he liked. It was amazing. It was beautiful. It was everything that making love between a man and a woman should be and I couldn’t get enough.

Our breaths came in long, passionate gasps and moans. Our mouths tangled more often than not. I rode him gently, and no matter how I rocked or shifted, it just wasn’t quite enough, but it was. I couldn’t come, and it was a sweet torture that I couldn’t get enough of, and neither, apparently, could he.

We stayed like that for hours and hours, and I don’t think either of us wanted it to end. Still, my body craved release and I know his did too, and eventually, he sat up straighter, capturing me with his arms and laying me back on the bed.

“Harder,” I begged and he thrust deep. As deep as he could go, bottoming out in that sweet place between pleasure and pain. He gave it to me harder, but not faster, which is exactly what I wanted, that heavy glow beginning to overtake me, building higher and harder than before until I almost couldn’t take it anymore.

Just when I thought I might break, he helped me. Sitting up and looking down at me with kindness, even as he found that kernel of nerves at the top of my sex with the pad of his thumb. He teased it, slick with my own wetness, and the cauldron tipped and I spilled out, all over. Out from the edges of my body which couldn’t seem to hold me in anymore. I was formless, weightless, and completely, madly, and inescapably falling in love.

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