Page 131 of Love Thy Brother
I kissed him back, groaning into his mouth, glad Cam had fucked all the way off. We’d already put on a show for him tonight, but everything about Rubi’s kiss now told me shit was about to gooff.
Or, at least, he was. Wasn’t sure my dick had survived the icy wade into the black sea.
Somehow, Rubi’s torso was still warm. I found his bare skin beneath his damp shirt and let my hands roam, chasing the current that frazzled my pulse. He ground his cock into mine, and my eyelids fluttered. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Rubi grinned against my lips. “Just call me Rubi, bro.”
“I’m not your brother.” I’d spat that reality in his face so many times, but I murmured them now, absorbing every loaded word and what it meant. We weren’t brothers. Not in any way that made this crazy heat any kind of wrong. It had never been wrong. Not us. Notthis.
Rubi kissed me again, his hands skating down my waist to the buckle on my jeans. At home—in his house, in his bed—this was the point where I’d stopped him. Where I’d asserted the control I desperately needed to keep my feet on the ground. To stay sane. But this night... it was fucking wild, and I’d used up my restraint not barging back into that house and murdering whoever had made Rubi and Folk feel like they’d never see the world the same way again.
Don’t think about that.
A feat Rubi made easier by shoving my jeans down and rescuing my length from my wet underwear.
Apparently, my dick was still alive, hard and pulsing in his big hand, impervious to the memo that we’d taken another unscheduled dip in the arctic Atlantic. He squeezed me, kissing a path from my mouth to my neck, his teeth scraping my skin. “You won’t let me speak, Riv. Why won’t you ever let me speak?”
He didn’t mean tonight. He meant every second of our lives that had brought us to this point.
I threaded my trembling fingers into his hair and told him the truth. “Because I’m fucking scared.”
“I’m never gonna leave you.”
“Not of that.”
“Then what?”
I didn’t have an answer. Or maybe I had too many. Iwasscared he’d leave me. That I’d tell him to. That I’dmake him. Because everything I touched, I broke, and I couldn’t live with breaking him.
Rubi gave up waiting for me to speak. He kissed my jaw, then he dropped to his knees, dragging my jeans and underwear down with him.
Fuckinghell.
His mouth was on me before I could summon the will to yank him back up. He took my cock so deep that my eyes rolled to the back of my skull, and my startled groan wasloud.So fucking loud, and with no neighbours or nosey brothers to worry about, I let it happen.
I let itgo.
Or maybe Rubi took it from me. Whatever. I added it to the long list of things I didn’t and would never know. Lost myself to the wet velvet of his mouth and firm hands. The way he worked me with his tongue. The way he seized my thighs and jerked me forward, driving me deeper down his throat.
I moaned again, my head tipping back against the rocks. That blurry night so long ago was still a mystery to me, but every time we stumbled into a higher plane of physicality, I recognised it for what it was—mind-blowing, magical, andnew. Whatever had happened that night, I’d never had my dick in Rubi’s mouth before.
Never.
He pulled the same shit with his teeth that he had on my throat. My whole body shuddered and I staggered against the rocks, balance deserting me as fast as coherent thought. I thought I didn’t want this—him on his knees giving me pleasure, no thought for himself. But I was weak, man. Too weak to pull away from mind-bending bliss.
My fingers found their way back to his hair. I hunched forwards, watching his lush mouth work me over, bewitched by his gaze as his eyes flashed up at me. Had he always had this power over me? To own every facet of my fucking being with nothing more than a look?
It’s more than a look. He has his mouth on your dick.But he didn’t have to suck me off to make me feel this way.
I love him so fucking much.
I wanted to tell him. To whisper it. To scream it. Only absolute certainty that he didn’t want to hear it right now stopped me.
Other words tumbled out instead. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
Only Rubi could smile with a dick crammed down his throat, his eyes crinkling at the sides. He dug his fingers into my thighs again, urging me on. As if I needed encouragement to pump my goddamn hips. Fucking his mouth had never been my fantasy. But maybe I’d just lacked imagination.
I started to unravel. Lungs burning. Blood zipping through my veins so fast I felt dizzy. I choked out a warning. Rubi rumbled a deep groan, and I came with a harsh shout.
