Page 67 of Love Thy Brother
“Show me?”
Unabashed, Rubi stepped to me and palmed his softening cock, turning it to reveal the Germanic writing etched near the base. It was a little blown out, but the letters felt familiar.
I fought the urge to trace them with my fingertip.
Failed. “Do I want to know what it says?”
Rubi shivered. “I don’t know. Do you?”
“Is it another bloke’s name?”
“Fuck, no.”
“Then tell me.”
Rubi let go of his dick and bent to kiss me. “It’syourname, you idiot.”
Wow. Okay. I let him tunnel his tongue into my mouth, dizzy in thought. Was he winding me up? He had to be. The ink was years old. Was he seriously telling me he’d been sowing his wild oats this whole time with my name carved into his dick?
My thoughts must’ve shown on my face. Rubi pulled back with a low chuckle. “Google it if you don’t believe me.”
“You think I won’t?”
“I know you will.” Rubi yanked Oscar’s sweats up his legs, tucking the tattooed beast away. “Eventually. Shame you ain’t got a phone right now.”
That he didn’t offer me his added weight to my suspicion that he was taking the royal piss.
I watched him dress and scrub a hand down his face. “Tired?”
Rubi yawned. “Aren’t you?”
More than I probably knew, but the crazy night we’d shared was too raw for me to feel it. All I cared about was him, and he needed to rest. In my bed. With me.
It was a crazy thing that it wasthis closeto happening. That something so mundane was, more than anything else, my wildest fucking dream.
I hooked my discarded sweats with my foot and tugged them on. My T-shirt had vanished. Abandoning it to its fate, I crossed the room to where Rubi hovered, nervous fatigue playing havoc with his face as he tapped at his phone.
When he was done, I slid my arms around his waist. “You made me a promise.”
“About sucking your dick?”
“The other promise.”
Rubi knocked his head on my shoulder. “And I meant it. A horde of wildlings couldn’t drag me away from you right now.”
What about later?But the doubt monster gained no traction. I took his hand and led him upstairs to my bed, slowly, minding his banged-up knee and ribs.
The sheets were cold. Rubi stripped his T-shirt again, but we left our sweats on.
I wasn’t like him. Couldn’t bed hop with my handful of friends. I never let anyone sleep with me, even after a hook-up, but his presence beside me didn’t feel weird.
It felt stranger that he wasn’t touching me. That he didn’t seem to know that he could as he faced me and warily brushed a tangled lock of hair out of my face. “Can I hold you?”
“How?”
“Like this.” He shifted closer and rolled me over, bringing his chest to my back, the magic of his warm skin all the heat I’d ever need. “I have so many fantasies about us, but this is the one that keeps me up at night.”
It was so close to a perfect echo that I couldn’t find an answer. I reached for his hand and locked our fingers together, closing my eyes, though I was still wired as hell.
