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“Why don’t you do that then?” I carried on kissing his knuckles. “Train part time to become an ED consultant? You love it and you’re good at it. Sounds like a winning combination to me.”
Watching Isaac assimilate that idea was like watching a spark catching dry tinder. Can’t lie, I felt pretty smug until a little frown appeared.
“What about–“
I put my hand across his mouth, hushing him. “It’s your career, Isaac, not anyone else’s. And the old man’s dead. Just think about it, okay? I’ll think you’re amazing whatever you do.”
Jeez, listen to me purring like a bloody paid sycophant. I nearly put my own fingers down my throat. Isaac snort-laughed.
“You haven’t had sex with me. You might revise that opinion.”
“I haven’t had sex with youyet,” I corrected.
I hadn’t done more than kiss him, and first to fourth base was an impressive leap. Thankfully, I had long, lanky legs. The next time I nuzzled into him, my mouth took a swerve along his jawline until I reached his lips.
“If you want me to stop, then tell me now,” I murmured, pressing my lips on him again, for good measure. “There’s no rush with the non-brotherly stuff, you know. I can wait for as long as you need.”
His answer was to lean up and crash his mouth against mine, urging my lips apart as if opening up a new world. Two strong arms came up around me as Isaac forced himself into me until I didn’t know who was breathing who. His mouth was too wet and his teeth too… present. Our heads went the same way so we rubbed noses; neither of us would win kissing prizes. Yet I sank into that surging tide of warmth like he was the only solid thing in a dizzy, uncertain universe.
We came out of it panting obscenely, searching for an air pocket. I hauled him onto my lap and pushed his hand over my dick, straitjacketed inside my jeans and hard enough to drill down to Australia. We kissed again, much better choreographed this time. The kiss deepened, my whole body aching for him. The way he gazed at me, tightening his fingers in my hair, all kiss drunk and breathy, tipped my horizon sideways, like I might black out. If sex between us was going to be this explosive, then fourth base couldn’t come quick enough.
When he palmed my dick through my jeans and made a needy little whine in his throat, every synapse in my brain shorted out. In the nick of time, I caught his wrist.
“Sex with you is going to be fine,” I said, my voice ragged. Understatement of the millennium. “If I last that long.”
“I don’t think we should… here.” His eyes flicked over to the guest bedroom. “We might not notice if Jonty woke and came out.”
Right then, I wouldn’t have noticed a nuclear holocaust. But no way was I leaving things as they were.
Which left us with only one bed. Singular. And two men.
CHAPTER 22
EZRA
Outside Jonty’s bedroom door, we shared another bacon-cooking style hug. Isaac made a pathetic attempt at suggesting he find some spare blankets and sleep on the sofa, but we both knew his heart wasn’t in it. Neither was my dick after so much kissing. I gave him a prod with it, just to remind him what he’d be turning down, then unhurriedly placed my mouth on his. As my tongue licked along the seam of his lips, a small whimper sounded in his throat.
“Still time to stop,” I whispered into his cheek as I pressed against him again. “Say the word, and if it’s not for you, I’ll stop.” My fingertips walked a path across his chest. To emphasise the point, I thumbed a nipple through the cotton of his neat polo.
“No, aahh, fuck, this is good.”
I returned my attentions to his mouth, rapidly discovering that Isaac kissed like a porn star. I steered him backwards towards his room, drinking down all of those kisses until his knees hit the bed.
“Should we lock the door?” he asked breathlessly.
“Are you suggesting we’ll need to, Dr Fitz-Henry?” I thumbed his nipple again, scratching my nail cross it.
“Um…” Isaac gasped as I gave it a sharp pinch. “Yeah.”
He squirmed when I pushed his T-shirt up and over his head to get my mouth on his bare chest and belly. “Ticklish?”
“Embarrassed.” He hesitated. “I’m not exactly toned. And I’ll warn you now—I’m about as flexible as a cricket stump.”
Thank God this man would never again need to swipe his thumb across a hook up app. Isaac’s body wasn’t put on this earth for some random fuckers to critique. They didn’t know what he did with it. How it held him strong through cot deaths, traffic accidents, and heart attacks. How it carried him through a parent’s death, exam failure, and propped me and Jonty up when we needed him the most. His body was put on this earth to save the lives of others and for me to worship. It didn’t need to go to the fucking gym or contort into a pretzel to be perfect. It already was.
“Well, I love it. And if you’re not ticklish, then I’m going to kiss it everywhere.”
The touch of him was achingly familiar yet at the same time new. Like repositioning a favourite armchair from by the window to nearer the fire, presenting a different view of a much-loved room. My solid younger brother. My responsive lover. I wanted to gather my hands around him like a necklace and never let him go.
