Page 76 of My Brother's Enemy
I winced, but I was exhausted. He’d already asked once. I didn’t have the strength to deflect it again. I shrugged. “I don’t think it. I know it. He’s always hated me.” My hands went up in a helpless gesture. “There’s no great mystery to it. As far as I know, I never did anything. I was just born, and I wasn’t supposed to be there. That’s all I can say.”
“That’s messed up. He named his daughter after you. How can you explain that?”
“I can’t. But I guarantee if Dane ever saw me again, he’d look right through me like he always did. Maybe you’re right. Maybe Dane doesn’t hate me. It was always a more cold indifference. I never existed to him growing up. That will never change. I know my place, and it’s not in that family.”
Tyler slid his hand around my neck to the back of my head, drawing me close.
I put my hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat through his sweatshirt. He pulled me even closer, smashing the spacebetween us until only my hands kept us apart—my hands and our clothes.
He let out a soft breath, lowering his forehead to rest on mine. His fingers slid into my hair. “This is a bad idea.”
I focused on his mouth, how close it was to mine. If I lifted up on my toes, just a little, I could taste him again, and suddenly that’s all I wanted. “Agreed,” I whispered.
Yet we stood like that, in an embrace that wasn’t an embrace, and we breathed each other’s air. He muttered, “My sister’s going to have to get over it.”
My eyes jerked to his. Determination flashed there, like steel. “Wait.” I pressed back, my pulse going wild. “She can’t. What Daniel did?—”
“Not the car accident, not her injury. You. She’s going to have to get over the fact that I want you, because Jesus Christ, Rain.” He shifted directions and backed me against the building behind us. His hips pressed against me. “I want you, and I’m fast losing the strength to stay away.”
I licked my lips, salivating to taste him again.
His eyes darkened. “Don’t do that unless you want me to do something about it.”
“We’re on the street,” I said weakly.
“It’s late. Anyone from our organization is in bed asleep.” He let go of me to pull his hood up. “Thank God hockey players aren’t so recognizable.” He cupped the side of my face and tilted me toward him as he lowered his mouth. “Are you ready to deal with this? I can’t stay away anymore.”
I clutched his shoulders. This time we were choosing. There was no going back.
“I’m sober.”
He paused. “I didn’t even think of that. You can consent?”
He began to pull away, but I yanked him back. “Yes. Now shut up.” I fused his mouth to mine and stopped thinking.
46
RAIN
Ididn’t want to want it, but I did.
As soon as we were in the hotel, we were at each other. My body was against his. He was pressing me against the hotel door. Our hands were fumbling for each other’s clothes, shoving down our pants.
It was going to be quick. Fast.
He got my pants down first. My underwear was ripped away. I had no idea where it went, then his finger was rubbing around me. I slowed, moaning, and began rocking into his hand. That felt good.
“You like that?” His tongue demanded entry before kissing down my throat, then to my ear.
His finger slid inside of me.
I was forgetting what I’d been trying to do.
A second thrust up into me. I began moving with them, trying to ride his hand.
“Jesus.” He breathed against my throat. “I love when you ride my hand. Ride my dick. Ride me. I’ll never be tired of watching you do that, because you do it for me. Right? Just me. No one else.” He nipped at my ear.
I squeaked, and he took advantage of my distraction to slide a third finger into me.
