Page 80 of My Brother's Best Men
Elijah has always been able to put me back together. I only hope he can do the same now.
My hands rove down his sides as I try to find the waistband of his pants.
Keaton’s words reverberate in my mind. I know the last thing I should do is what I’m doing right now. But this feels right. Especially with my ex-fiancé downstairs…
Being with Elijah feels right in a way being with Keaton never did.
My hands slide around to his front, finding his cock, and he sucks in a breath. “Sophie, we don’t have to?—”
“Are you telling me no?” I ask. “Are you saying you don’t want this?”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m not saying that at all, I just?—”
“I want you to make it all go away, Elijah,” I say. “I want you to erase him.” My sob escapes my throat without warning.
“Sophie…”
“Please,” I beg. I can feel his cock hardening beneath my touch.
He licks his lips. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice shaking. “Are you sure you want me to?—”
I nod, kissing him slowly. “Yes, Elijah,” I whisper. “I want—” I shake my head. “Ineedyou to make love to me. I need your love to chase away the pain.”
I let out a soft breath. His hand finds mine as he pushes me off and sits back on his heels and for a moment, I think I’ve really destroyed things now. He’s going to run. Going to tell me I’m a mess and he’s not going to save me, his arms are no longer my home.
But instead, he looks at me and carefully, slowly, unbuttons his shirt.
“Okay,” he says, and the weight of that one word is heavier than any steel beam.
I sit up, watching as he undresses himself for me. My gaze roves over him, over his perfect physique. The slivers of chest hair I long to run my fingers through. The smooth muscle and cut of his hips. I stare at him in awe and mutter, “You are so beautiful.”
His cheeks flush as he clears his throat. “So are you.”
He leans forward to kiss me, his fingers finding my hair as he pulls me into his space. His kiss turns feverish as we fall to the bed together, a tangled mess of limbs and tongues and warm skin as he peels my dress off of me.
His mouth trails kisses all over me from my neck to my nipples, which he slowly teases with his tongue. I arch my back from the sensation alone as he travels down my body, kissing a trail of fire everywhere he goes. When he gets to my pussy, he wastesno time diving in. Where Matthew’s eagerness was shocking and new, there’s something vaguely familiar and comforting about the way Elijah caresses my pussy with his tongue, how he gently sucks and nibbles my clit. I come without warning, and just as I do, he stops, lining himself up with my entrance.
“You sure?” he asks.
I nod, knowing he needs to hear the word as much as I do. And for the first time, I’m not afraid to tell him the truth. “Yes.”
He guides himself inside of me slowly, his breath labored and heavy.
“You feel so good,” he says.
I hook my leg around his hip, drawing him closer, needing more of him. Every inch, every touch, shatters a part of me I didn’t realize was broken.
He kisses me as he fits himself inside me, bottoming out.
“So do you,” I whisper as I wrap my arms around him.
I thrust up against him, coaxing him to move, and he does. We move together like a well-oiled machine. Like we’ve always known this rhythm. Like we’ve done this a hundred times, even though it’s the first.
His mouth latches onto my breast and he sucks the right one while his hand finds my clit and starts to stroke it as he builds his thrusting rhythm.
“I love you,” he whispers, trailing his lips up to mine once more.
I gasp as he rocks me gently, his thrusts maddening.
