Come Back to Me_A Brother's Best Friend Romance

by Vivien Vale

  “Don’t pretend you know anything about it!” he exclaims harshly.

  I smile, recognizing the attempt of a wounded creature to protect its pain. I feel so calm now. This isn’t Wyatt rejecting me; I have complete faith he wants me as much as I want him.

  I just have to get through his defenses.

  “I’m not. I’m just telling you what I saw. No matter what was going on in your mind, you didn’t lash out. You didn’t do anything physical. I don’t know what you’re so worried about.”

  He shakes his head, raising a hand and looking at his knuckles. I know from looking at his hands earlier and running my fingers across his skin that the knuckles are scarred.

  “I have done things. Memories. They come on me, and—I can’t explain it. I can’t talk about it.”

  “I’m not asking you to,” I try to explain.

  I’m almost lost for words now. I don’t know how to bring him back to me. Maybe just listen and keep asking him to talk.

  “It’s too much. All of this. I wanted you—I wanted to see you. I had all sorts of crazy ideas. But I was being selfish; it’s just far better to not get involved. Better for everyone.”

  I shake my head. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare make that decision for me. You won’t even tell me everything, and maybe that’s okay. I’m not asking you to bare your soul to me. At least not now. I am asking you to trust me.”

  He takes a step closer, looking at me with wide eyes. “Trust you? I’m the one that’s a fucking maniac.”

  “That’s what you keep telling yourself. Easier that way, isn’t it? Then you can push away everyone. Even the ones that love you and want to help. Keep telling yourself you’re the one who’s damaged, and you have the perfect excuse.”

  I take a step closer. Quietly, gently. Like sneaking up on a deer grazing in the woods.

  “You can keep pushing people away and say it’s fine because they don’t understand and you might hurt them. It’s much easier than facing the problem. Do you think you can run from it forever?”

  He doesn’t move away as I come another step closer and take his hand.

  “I hear you Ruby, I do. It might even be time to start facing up to it. But I can’t risk hurting you. I don’t want you involved. Those feelings we had—we were just kids. It doesn’t mean anything.”

  I have a little laugh, tossing my head back. “Are you kidding me? That’s your big reason? You are totally right. We were just kids.”

  I look up into his face, trapping his hand in both of mine as I smile.

  “But I’m not a kid anymore, Wyatt. It took years for those feelings to develop into what I feel now. It’s not like I can just put these feelings aside, either. Maybe if I was still a kid, I could find another crush to move on to. But I’ve been thinking about you way too long for that.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” he lies. He looks so hurt and sad that I can feel it in my chest.

  “I mean, if this was something I could just ‘get over’ and put aside, I would have done it already. The fact that I’m still thinking about you at all means it’s more than just a crush. My feelings for you are real. I’m not giving up on you.”

  “I don’t understand,” he lies again. He looks so broken, so very lost.

  Has no one bothered to look beneath the hard facade all this time? Did the majority of people around him just fall for it? How could they let him walk away?

  Maybe it’s just because I can see it, I’m able to view him in a completely different light. I know he needs help. I can see it written all over him.

  He needs love. Maybe I need to own up to myself, as well.

  “I love you, Wyatt. I think I always have. And I’m not letting go.”

  Chapter 28

  Wyatt

  For a moment, I can’t hear what Ruby is saying. There’s nothing in my mind but that insane ringing. I can feel her soft fingers pressing against my hand, though, her big brown eyes looking deeply into mine.

  She’s not afraid. She’s not running away. She didn’t bolt at the first sign of my poorly concealed psychosis.

  Her face is so open and loving, it hurts me. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve her.

  “What?” I croak, my voice breaking in my throat. Her warm hands press my hand again.

  A little half-smile plays around her mouth, and her eyes sparkle with humor.

  “I said: I love you, Wyatt. You aren’t getting away from me that easily.”

  Something breaks inside me. In my chest. A great torrent of emotion I refused to let myself feel.

  A dark, ugly tide that sweeps my heart clean. I was holding on to all this blame, all this useless anger.

  The first breath of love, real love, and it flows away like it never was.

  I step forward, touching Ruby’s face, brushing back her hair. She’s so beautiful. She glows in the firelight, warm flames making her hair red and gold.

  She looks up into my eyes, nodding just lightly. I kiss her softly, a bare touch of the lips. I want to do more, so much more.

  But not here.

  “I love you, too,” I whisper.

  She puts her arms around me, wrapping it around my waist and pressing herself against my chest. She lets out a low moan as her body comes up against mine, so soft against me. She stretches up, feeling the heat between our bodies.

  She feels like a livewire, glittering and sparking and lending me light. I lean over to whisper in her ear.

  “I want to show you how much I love you. Please say yes. Let me try to show you—give you what we both want…have wanted for so long.”

  I feel her nod, and she pulls back, smiling. Her eyes are bright, and her smile could light up the whole universe.

  She squeezes my hand, and we start to run. Through the trees, back to her room.

  The same room she stayed in as a girl. Where she wrote about me in her diary and laid here at night, thinking about me.

  She leads me in and sits on the bed. I sit down beside her, stroking back her beautiful bright hair so I can cup her cheek in my hand.

  As I lean in, she closes her eyes. Our lips touch, and my own eyes fall closed.

  I fall into the sensations. Her sweet, clean smell. Her skin under my rough fingers.

  The way she bows under my touch like warm water was pouring down her spine.

  As I kiss her deeper, my hand cups her delicate jaw. I can feel the velvety skin behind her ear and at the edge of her neck.

  My hand slides down on to her shoulder. My other arm slips around her waist.

  I search deeper into her kiss with my tongue. She opens her mouth, and I feel her tongue respond to me. A small moan slips out as I pull back for a second, leaning straight back in to continue the kiss.

  I put my hands on her shoulders as I pull away. Her hair is a pale cloud around her face. Her eyes are dark and mysterious.

  I run my hands down her chest, feeling her hot breasts move against her blouse as she takes a deep breath.

  Looking straight at me, she starts to undo her blouse. My eyes can’t stay on her face. They slip down, the lacy, pale bra slowly becoming visible beneath her busy hands.

  Entranced now, eyes fixed on her beautiful skin, I push back the blouse. I put my hands on her waist and lean in with my lips and tongue. I kiss her from her neck to that gorgeous spot under her ear and down to her shoulder.

  She giggles, putting her hands on the back of my head. I kiss down between her breasts, hands moving up her back to unsnap the strap. My hands push the bra up as my mouth comes in.

  I slip one hot, hard nipple into my mouth and roll it on my tongue, gripping the other one tight with my hand and rubbing the nipple against my palm. Ruby cries out, gripping my head tighter.

  I lean in further with my lips and graze her lightly with my teeth. She gasps, and her hand spasms against my hair. I slow down a little, teasing one nipple with my lips, then the other.

  My cock is straining against my pants, throbbing, desperate to come out
. I feel kind of good, holding back. It gives me a tremendous sense of power.

  I’m not going to fuck this up. This is the woman I love. I just want to worship her.

  I run my hands down her sides, kissing her belly. I reach the button of her pants and pop it open, sliding one hand inside.

  She’s so wet, I can feel it even through the panties. I rub her clit, just lightly.

  Ruby has pulled off her blouse and bra, and by the time I get her pants open, she is lying back on the bed. When I touch her clit, she moves suddenly, spine bending up as she gasps. She rocks her hips against me.

  I reach up for the waistband, pulling her pants down to the knees. She wriggles to help me and slides the panties down. Everything gets stuck at her knees, and I’m too busy gazing at her beautiful pussy to get the rest of it all off.

  She’s neatly waxed, with a strip of beautiful, reddish hair perfectly trimmed down the center. I lean forward, wrapping one hand around her legs and pulling her towards me as open my mouth.

  My wet lips push against her pussy, and my tongue searches between the edges. She jerks against me, trying to get her legs open as I hold them tight in one arm. My tongue finds her clit, sitting high and proud, begging for me.

  I lean down, devouring it, pressing it with my tongue, moving my lips against it. Ruby moans, hands clutching at the bed as she writhes.

  Her knees fight against my arm, and I let her go. She opens her legs as far as she can, and her hand presses against my head.

  I go deeper, tongue searching out the deeper, juicy lips. The taste of her is almost surreal. A moan slips out of me as I search deeply into her pussy with my lips and tongue.

  I run my hands down her legs, pushing the pants and panties further down. The feel of her silky skin against my fingers gets me even harder. Goosebumps are rising up and down her legs.

  I move back up to her clit, using my tongue and lips on it. She cries out loudly, clawing the bed again as she rocks her hips towards me. I grab her ass, kneeling on the edge of the bed, I drag her closer, lifting her up.

  Holding her ass tight and squeezing it, I mouth my way back down, tongue reaching deep into her pussy. Her hand comes back to my head, urging me deeper. I use my lips and tongue to explore her, slowly.

  She starts rocking her hips against me, and I put my lips and tongue back on her clit. Gently, I slide a finger into her pussy as I eat her clit.

  She grips my hair, rocking her hips fiercely. Short gasps come out of her mouth.

  I keep sliding with my finger, eating her clit. I keep up the pressure and momentum, letting her rock harder and faster with her hips. I can feel her pussy starting to tremble and clench from deep inside.

  She goes still now, legs open, breathing hard. I put one hand on her knee and slide in a second finger. She moans, hands covering her face. I smile against the wet lips of her pussy.

  She’s loving it. I can’t believe this. She’s beautiful, and she wants me so much. My cock strains harder at my pants, throbbing, aching to come out.

  No way. This one’s all for Ruby.

  With sure, long strokes of my finger into her pussy, I alternate pressure on her clit with my lips and my tongue. I feel the tremors running over her whole body, the clenching and writhing of her deep inner muscles guiding me.

  Suddenly, she grabs my head, gasping and moaning. She rubs my tongue on her clit, and I pump her harder with my fingers until the gushing, throbbing hotness of her orgasm splashes on my face.

  She shudders all over, going still. I take my lips off her clit and can’t resist licking her pussy a bit more. She moans as my tongue goes deep inside, and I feel some more tremors starting for my trouble.

  I’m not just going to stop at one. I want her to have orgasm after orgasm—and I won’t be satisfied until she is.

  Chapter 29

  Ruby

  With a breathless howl and an explosion of pleasure emanating from my clit, I come.

  All.

  Over.

  His.

  Face.

  And while I’ve given myself an orgasm before, it’s so much more intense as he takes me to new heights of pleasure I’m not able to take myself.

  What a difference a man makes. The first orgasm almost blows my head off. I pant, taking the single moment of respite I get before he dives right back in for more, hungrily lapping away at my pussy.

  As he shoves his face deep into my pussy, my entire body quivers. I want nothing more but to lay here forever, enjoying this very sensation. The fire Wyatt has ignited inside me is insatiable in a way I couldn’t imagine possible until right now.

  While my clit is still throbbing and muscles deep inside my pussy are clenching, I’m gasping, trying to remember where I left the rest of my body as the pressure inside me builds up all over again.

  He knows. He knows if he keeps me pinned here with my pants around my ankles and his arm around my legs just licking out my pussy, I’ll come again.

  And I do.

  I’m laughing, gasping, writhing, and grinding my hips all at once. I’ve never been so overwhelmed.

  My body thrusts up at him, forcing a shock wave of pleasure through each nerve ending as his tongue grazes my swollen clit one last time before I’m driven over the edge. My cum spills out of my pussy, right onto his perfect face, all over again.

  Wyatt looks up at me, just as I look down at him. We both grin at the same time. He wipes his face briefly with the end of the blanket and climbs up on the bed.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper, smiling.

  “Don’t be,” he laughs. “No, never. My god.”

  He leans in and kisses me. I let myself just sink into it. I’ve never tasted myself, so sharing it with him is incredibly erotic.

  My body is tingling with pleasure from the inside out. I let my hands brush across his muscled arms, his shoulders, and his neck.

  He rolls over me and settles on his side next to me. I reach down immediately and pull my shorts off my ankles, hurling them across the room.

  Wyatt laughs. “Did those get in your way?” he asks, giving me a cheeky smile.

  “I didn’t know you were into bondage,” I joke at him.

  “Well, it did create a fine angle for me to spoil you with,” he admits.

  I roll back towards him, snuggling against his chest.

  “It sure did. That was amazing.”

  “I wanted to spoil you, sweetheart. I do hope you felt every bit of my intentions,” he presses.

  “You definitely did that.”

  “So long as you’re happy, that’s what counts,” he states.

  Wyatt leans over and kisses me. I can feel the fire burning in me, somewhere deep.

  My pussy is hot and aching and my clit is pulsing with the beat of my heart. I run a hand down across his upper body.

  We kiss some more, feeling the heat between us. I’m only wearing my unbuttoned top, and I pull it off while we kiss. Wyatt slips out of his undies and I pull him on top of me.

  I feel the hot head of his hard cock pressing against me. It slides on my clit, around my lips. I can’t focus on the kiss, and my head falls back on the bed as I grind my hips into him.

  The hardness of his cock feels amazing, rubbing against my clit. I’m totally blown away by the amount of sensation it can give. My pussy throbs deep inside as I rub myself on him.

  I bring my head up, pressing my forehead against his, moaning, eyes closed, focused completely on the sensation of his hot, hard cock on my wet clit.

  “Oh!” I moan as my clit spasms and my pussy throbs. A new wave courses through me. As I start to become aware of my breath again, I open my eyes to see I’m gripping Wyatt’s shoulders with white knuckles.

  “Oh shit,” I rasp, letting go, falling back on the mattress. He’s holding himself up on his arms, keeping himself tightly above me.

  I feel so safe with Wyatt. He’s so dominating with all of his movements. And I love every fucking second of it.

  I rock my hips back, ope
ning my legs and wrapping my legs around him to guide him down. Wyatt kisses me deeper, drawing it out with lips and tongues. He lets his cock fall into that slick, hot valley and starts rocking his hips just lightly.

  I can feel his massive cock pushing at my entrance. I shudder in anticipation, feeling my heart thumping hard in my chest. As the tip enters my pussy, my aching only deepens.

  That is, until he pushes further inside.

  “Ahh!” I shout.

  Wyatt reaches down, and I feel the pressure increase. Then I can feel him pushing inside deeper and deeper. I hold on tight to his shoulders, closing my eyes.

  He’s big. Bigger than I thought and ridiculously hard.

  Whenever women talked about men being ‘hard’ I didn’t quite get it. I thought, how hard can it be? Not hard like a rock, surely?

  Yes. Hard like a fucking rock. It’s something I could not have described until this moment.

  It just feels so right. The ache deep in my pussy that starts to ease as his hard cock pushes it aside is an echo of how he feels being that hard. I know this instinctively, and it kindles an intimacy inside me I wasn’t expecting.

  His cock is so long and thick I find myself gripping his shoulders, leaning against him and opening and shutting my eyes as I moan. Each inch that he slips in feels even better.

  Right where our bodies meet, there is a fierce ache that eases then intensifies as his cock pushes into me. I feel like I’m fucking flying.

  As he finally slides all the way in, I force my hips forward until there is nowhere left to go. I force myself against his cock, pushing back against him. He stays still, held up on his arms, watching me.

  Gripping his arms, I slide back and forth. Anything to relieve that ache inside. I force myself downwards, feeling a deep itch like a bruise. I slide back up to work on the delicious, slippery friction.

  He might be on top, but I’m fucking him. He stays completely passive as I work myself up and down, pinned to the bed by his hips and his massive cock.

  I feel incredible. Not just sexually gratified, but like I might actually be really good at it.