Page 81 of My Brother's Best Men
“I know,” I say as he starts to pick up the pace. My orgasm culminates, barreling toward me as the last decade rises to the surface, every bit of wasted love and affection needing to be expunged from my system in only a way that Elijah can elicit.
“I love you too,” I tell him, and it’s the truth.
I do love him. I’ve loved him all my life.
Just as I love Benny. And Matthew.
My orgasm hits me hard and I crumble beneath him. He groans as he stills and the pulse of his cock, the familiar warmth filling me, renders me boneless. He holds me as he empties himself into me, kissing me, the side of my mouth, my neck. All while whispering that he loves me and will never let anyone hurt me.
And I believe him.
I close my eyes as I let exhaustion hit and he slides out of me.
And I feel an immense relief.
I feelfree.
He gets up, and a moment later I feel him cleaning me up with a warm cloth. When he’s done, he curls up beside me, spooning me as he buries his face in my hair, and we drift off together.
I awaken to the sound of the unlocking door, and immediately panic when I see Matthew and Benny walking inside.
Because Benny looks like hell. He’s bleeding from the temple and has a split lip.
“What the hell?” I ask as I leap out of bed, grabbing for the robe on the bathroom door.
“I don’t think you have to worry about Keaton anymore, on the plus side,” Matthew says.
“Why?” I panic as I move to get a warm cloth to clean Benny’s wounds. He swats at me, but I don’t pay him any mind as I say, “You look like shit, Benny. You’re going to fuck up the pictures tomorrow.”
He chuckles. “That’s what concealer’s for, princess.”
“What did you do to Keaton?” I ask. I’m terrified to know the answer because if Benny looks like this…
I can only imagine what Keaton looks like.
“Told him if he came near you, I’d beat him within an inch of his life.”
“It was pretty badass,” Matthew says.
“Not helping, Matt,” Elijah says as I pat Benny’s temple. He winces.
“Guess the party’s off tonight,” Elijah says with a huff.
“Your mom and dad told security to throw him out if he tries to start shit,” Matthew says.
“My mother?” I exclaim in shock.
Matt nods. “She was pretty badass too.”
“That cheating asshole ain’t coming anywhere near our princess,” Benny says, looking up at me with cloudy blue eyes. And then I realize the glimmer in his eyes is the same one I’ve seen in Elijah’s. In Matthew’s.
Love.
“I protect what’s mine,” he says cooly, and for a moment, it’s like time stops. I’m aware the others are watching us, but all I can focus on is him.
“And I’m yours.” I lean down to kiss him. “Always have been,” I whisper against his lips. He holds me close as I let him go, and this time when I finish cleaning him up, he doesn’t fight me.
I lead him to bed, where Elijah is now in his underwear, Matthew sitting with his hands on his knees in the chair next to the bed. I help Benny into bed, crawling in beside him, and Matthew sighs, moving to get up.
