Page 98 of Love Thy Brother
He rolled me onto my back, knee braced between my legs. But I resisted his weight pinning me to his shag-pile rug.
I knew what he wanted.
He wanted to give while he took nothing for himself, like he did with everyone else in his life. But... fuck that. Engines and sex were the only things I was good at, and I’d already made plans to service his bike in the morning.
I dug a palm into his brick wall of a chest and reversed our positions.
Rubi let it happen, hooking a leg over my hip, drawing me into the same hellacious deep grind we’d found on my couch last night.
A frenetic energy built between us. I pressed him harder into the rug on his living room floor, snatching airless kisses from his reddened lips. He pulled me closer, goading me with his open legs and the easy cant of his hips.
Breathless, I drew back from his hot mouth. “Where—”
“Coffee table. In the apothecary drawer.”
“You don’t know what I was going to say.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
He wasn’t wrong.
The coffee table was a sweet stretch away. I opened the drawer and found about a thousand condoms and three types of lube. Everything I was looking for, but the sight of them still caught me off guard. “Expecting your collection of sister wives?”
Splayed out and naked, Rubi laughed. “Not me. Can’t lie and pretend I’ve lived like a nun, but I’m not the only motherfucker with a key.”
“You’re a shag-pad house for everyone else?”
He started humming the Gordon Lightfoot song again, and I rolled my eyes. I had no right to be ragey even if the whole-of-life sex kit was his, but the fact that it likely involved my nympho older brother—before his three-way fairy tale—was easier to take.
Letting it go, I returned my focus to the here and now.
To the unknown.
Theundecided.
Rubi needed magnum rubbers. I had a human dick, so I grabbed a random handful and chucked them over my shoulder, leaving fate to decide what happened next.
The lube selection was less complicated. I picked one and returned to Rubi on the rug.
Two condoms had landed on his belly. One of each size. So much for fate.
I left them there and climbed over him again, wedging myself between his legs.
He wrapped them around my waist, easy with the physical vulnerability of the position. Grinning as my dick pressed against him. “This what you want, Riv? To fuck me like this?”
I could dig it. Not with that smirk on his face, though, his composure at an all-timehigh.
His hands were relaxed on my hips. I claimed them and raised them over his head. Not pinning him this time. Not forcing a promise that he wouldn’t leave me. I set his arms down gently and brought my lips to his in a whispering kiss. “This is what I want. You beneath me, relaxed and happy, taking everything I give you. Can you do that? Can you lie here and not think of anyone but yourself?”
Rubi licked his lips. “You’re gonna dismantle me twice in one day?”
“Nah. You fucked my mouth earlier. This time, I’m fucking you.” A decision made as the words spilled from my mouth and into his. “Hard. Slow. Fast. Whatever. Don’t move, boo. Or I’ll stop.”
“That’s mean.”
“I’ve never pretended to be nice.”
“You don’t need to. I know who you are.”
