Page 132 of Love Thy Brother
Rubi kept working me until my mind whited out, my vision fuzzy from the impact of coming so hard. Then he caught me as I lurched forward and dropped to my knees to kiss him.
He responded with the kind of kiss that made me sink a little more into my irrevocable love for him. He stole my breath. My heart. And for once, the thought of holding his in my hand didn’t scare me quite as much.
I kissed his whole face. “Your turn.”
Rubi laughed. “You might have to wait a bit. I came before you.”
“Eh?”
“Riv, sucking you off has been my ultimate fantasy for the best part of a decade. I was never gonna make it to the end.”
“That’s why you wanted to do it so much? For yourself?”
“Hell, yeah.” Rubi pulled me into a hug. “And because I know I’m goddamn good at it, and that’s how I want you to feel. Good—no, fuck that. Fucking worshipped.”
Yup. That’s what I thought. But I felt less crappy about it knowing he’d got off on it so hard he’d come in his jeans. That shit was next-level hilarious.
And hot as sin.
The cold wind set in again. I kissed Rubi one more time, then drew back. “We should go home.”
His brow furrowed, uncertainty he didn’t deserve setting in. “My place?”
“Eventually. We should go to the club first. Check on the others.”
Rubi blinked before relief swamped his big frame. He surged to his feet, taking me with him faster than I was prepared for, his raw strength a reality I’d apparently forgotten. “Yeah. We should do that. Sure you don’t want to check on the garage, though? I’ll come with you, and we can stay at—”
I silenced him with a kiss. “I want to be here. With you. With Cam and Orla. I’ll worry about the garage tomorrow.”
His smile gave me life. Alongside the split-second decision I’d made to hand the K bags over to Cam, it was probably the best I’d ever felt outside of waking up to find him asleep in bed beside me. Of rolling around on his bed, naked and laughing. Breathless and so hungry for each other, nothing and no one else existed.
It was so fucking nice not to feel like the worst piece of shit that ever lived.
We hit the road and roared back to the compound. Cam and Folk were already there, but the others were still on the road.
Embry brought me dry clothes. “Mateo’s.”
“Thanks.” I took the faded jeans and the grey Kings T-shirt and ducked into the hall while he watched the bar door. “Feeling better?”
“Than what?”
“Than whatever. I don’t know shit about shit.”
Embry grinned, his face less fatigued than last time I’d seen him, but whatever reply he’d been going to make was cut off by Rubi seizing him in a bear hug.
I watched them embrace, warm, fraternal love seeping from them. Familial emotion that made my eyes burn. I was such a fucking idiot. How had I never seen that was all this was? The two of them? Deep down I knew it was the same reason Rubi had never liked Oscar, but I was still a daft cunt.
Mateo’s T-shirt was too long in the sleeves. I rolled them, then slipped Cam’s jacket back on for no other reason than I liked the smell.
Rubi let Embry go. “Where’s Alexei?”
Confusion flickered in Embry’s deep blue eyes. “Not back yet. You need help with something?”
“Nope. Nopety nope. I’m gonna raid Cam’s wardrobe.”
He shot me a yearning, smouldering stare, then made for the stairs that led to the residence. My gaze followed him until he disappeared, then I faced Embry’s curiosity.
“Am I missing something?”
