Come Back to Me_A Brother's Best Friend Romance

by Vivien Vale

  Bottoming out, moans tear from my throat.

  It’s so consuming and so, so wonderful.

  With a mix of groan and growl, Boone pulls his upper body from the floor to wrap his arms around my head and neck and plunge his tongue into my mouth.

  This seats him even deeper inside me, and I gasp and then attack his mouth back.

  Before I realize what he’s doing, I’m on my back with him on top.

  The rug is soft at my back, and it’s a good thing since Boone is pounding inside me at a brutal pace. It takes my breath away, but there’s no way I want it to stop.

  I gasp and pant as my hands travel from the rug to his body, admiring his impressive strength above me.

  Pausing, he pulls our lips apart to rearrange his weight and pulls both my legs up, resting them on his forearms as he renews his rhythm.

  We’re both watching where we join. Sliding in and out, the wet sight and sound is intoxicating. It’s sexy and exciting as the air is knocked from my lungs over and over.

  Intense. So intense.

  I run my hands from Boone’s shoulders to his face to focus him back on me.

  He settles, and our lips meet for a scorching kiss as he grinds the full length of himself inside me, rubbing my clit.

  I use the opportunity to lower my right leg and press on the floor, encouraging him to roll and let me back on top.

  Breaking our kiss, he grasps my ass tightly, locking me to him.

  Instinctively, I clamp my internal muscles, and he hisses as he rolls.

  “So tight, baby. So tight.”

  His feedback inspires me to torture him a bit more.

  I want him to slow down and relax; we have all night, and there’s no rush.

  Relaxing my entire body on him, I slow our kissing down. I kiss then pull away to let our breathing slow as we gaze into each other’s eyes.

  Grinding my cunt on his hard cock feels so wonderful. Arching his pelvis, he fills me so completely and tightly.

  “It feels so good Boone,” I whisper before arching up to grind him deeper.

  Slower, Firmer.

  I can’t help myself. It’s incredible!

  Running my hands across his defined abs, I admire his beautiful body. His chest flexes and rolls with our movements.

  “Margot, everything about you is perfect.”

  Boone has begun massaging my chest, pulling and working my nipples.

  Another orgasm builds, my inner muscles tightening around his rock-hard cock.

  Leaning over him more, he pulls my tits into his mouth leisurely, following my pace that I’ve set as he thrusts inside me.

  “Perfect tits,” he murmurs between changing sides to suck on.

  I won’t last much longer. Especially with him sucking on my tits while I rub my clit across him with each drive of his cock inside me.

  Pleasure tears through me again, and I don’t even recognize the keening sound I’ve started making as myself.

  Climaxing hard, I hear Boone moan and chant, “Yes, baby. Yes, come on me. Come hard on me now.”

  My muscles seize as the pleasure courses through my body.

  Boone’s hips grind against my ass as he buries his cock deep inside me and throbs his own release. His hard rod kicking against my cervix makes my orgasm feel endless.

  He groans with each jerk his body experiences as his semen shoots into me.

  Dropping my chest to his, I pant into his neck as we both recover and ride through the muscle twitches remaining to our pleasure.

  Boone wraps his arms tight around me, supporting my limp body that has melted on top of him.

  “I love you, Margot.”

  Our faces are inches apart as I look down on him. Bringing his hands up, he pulls back my messy hair and gathers it away so there’s no obstruction in our view of each other.

  “I have always loved you, and I know for sure I always will.”

  I realize my mouth is hanging open when he takes my lips with his and smoothly slides his tongue inside. Breaking the spell, I respond by fervently kissing him with all the feelings exploding from my heart.

  Lifting up, I break our kiss because I can’t hold back how I feel from him any longer.

  “I’ve always loved you too, Boone. It’s only ever been you.” His face is breaking into a relieved smile below me. “No one else has ever compared, and if I couldn’t have you, I don’t want anyone.”

  “Fuck, Margot.” Boone’s swearing hiss is emphasized by his cock twitching inside me. “Fuck!”

  He pulls me in tight, tucking me under his chin and squeezing me—quite hard.

  I start laughing in relief. The sound travels between our bodies, and he arches under me as it affects the muscles clamped around his cock.

  “Margot.”

  He swats my butt playfully as I pull up to kiss him again.

  We’re both laughing now as Boone holds me close and seems to wrap his body around me from below.

  Running his fingers across my back, both our breathing slows.

  We enjoy the realization that we’re both exactly where and with whom we want to be for the first time in a very long time.

  Boone

  I trace my hand up and down Margot’s leg that is draped over my side. Her skin is soft, silky, and plain perfect.

  We’re lying on the floor in front of the fireplace, content and blissed out of our minds.

  I turn my head towards her and lift her chin to steal a kiss from her. Her lips are the gates to heaven for me, and I can’t get enough.

  Breaking away from the kiss, I press my forehead to hers.

  “I’m sorry Margot,” I whisper to her.

  “What are you apologizing for?” she states with confusion laced in her voice.

  “For losing control and for being so rough. You deserve better than that. You deserve to be treated like a queen and cherished.”

  She bursts out laughing. She’s not releasing cute little giggles but full blown laughter, like I just told her the funniest joke in the world.

  I’m confused why she’s laughing though.

  “I don’t know what’s so funny, but I was being serious Margot.”

  She stops laughing and props herself up on her elbow so she’s looking down at me.

  “I know you’re serious Boone. I love that you want to cherish me. But every girl needs her man to let loose with her and get a little rough every once in a while. Do I seem angry at the moment to you?”

  Instantly, I want to say no, but I take a long look at her to make certain. Her eyes are calm and if I want to be damn corny, they have a twinkle in them.

  There are no lines of tension anywhere on her face either. She’s relaxed, sated, and glowing.

  “No. You’re not angry,” I tell her.

  She flashes the sweetest smile at me.

  “Exactly. I’ve never been any happier or perfect than right now with you. Even after you were rough with me as you pointed out. Not only was it rough, but it was hot. It was mind blowing to the point that I want to do it again.”

  This time, it’s me laughing. Only she could put me at ease like this.

  “Okay. I’ll make sure I pen you into my calendar for another round of hot and mind-blowing sex baby,” I respond.

  She giggles.

  “Good,” she states before giving me a brief kiss.

  I pull her down to me as she’s lifting her head away from me, so I could kiss her properly. Soon, I’m lost in the sweet taste of her and how right it feels to be kissing this woman and her alone.

  She’s mine, and I’ll be damned if I lose her again like I did all those years ago.

  She may not have accepted an apology for my behavior the past few hours, but hopefully, she’ll accept the one I’m about to give her for the past five years.

  “I’m sorry for never tracking you down before now,” I tell her in all seriousness.

  “You’re just full of apologies tonight, aren’t you?” she jokingly replies.

  I grun
t.

  “Yeah, but that one is the one that haunts me the most,” I say. “I should’ve have tracked you down. I missed out in having the most amazing woman by my side. I missed out on the beginning of my own daughter’s life.”

  Margot averts her eyes with my last statement. A look of sadness and guilt washes over her beautiful face.

  Shit. I didn’t mean to upset her. Before I can reassure her, she starts to speak.

  “I’m sorry too, Boone. Every day I wanted to contact you and tell you about the beautiful baby girl we made together. I never should’ve kept Amelia’s existence a secret from you.”

  She pauses briefly. She’s getting choked up and her eyes glisten with moisture indicating she’s fighting back tears.

  “I was scared though,” she continues. “I didn’t know how you would really react. Plus, my parents wanted me to stay away from you because of their relationship with your own parents.”

  I tense up.

  “Did my parents…did they try to hurt you and Amelia?” I ask her.

  My father is a bastard sometimes, but I don’t know if he’s that sinister or vindictive.

  “I’m not sure what your parents are capable of Boone, or if my parent’s concerns have any real foundation. Their worries got to me a little, though. I would do anything to make sure Amelia is safe. Myself as well so I’m able to take care of her.”

  I understand a little better now why she kept Amelia a secret.

  I’m still upset that I’ve missed four years of my daughter’s life, but the past can’t be changed. All I can do now is make sure I don’t lose any more time with her. Or Margot.

  “I was upset at first about not knowing I had a daughter, Margot. But that’s all in the past, and I understand better why you didn’t tell me. I don’t like or agree with it, but I understand. I’m just grateful now that I know about her and that I get to interact with her.”

  “I really am sorry I didn’t tell you,” she responds.

  “I know baby,” I tell her. “You’re both here, and that’s all that matters.”

  She gives a shy smile. I grab the back of her neck and pull her towards me for another kiss.

  The kiss starts out slow and tender, but progresses into need and passion. One hand caresses down her side toward her hip where I grip it and pull her body closer to mine.

  Margot gives a little whimper of pleasure.

  I want to sink myself into her again, but I stop myself short of doing just that. We need to shower and get some sleep.

  I break away from her lips and stand up. She looks up at me in confusion.

  I chuckle before bending down to scoop her up into my arms eliciting a little squeak of surprise from her. She wraps her arms around my neck.

  “What are you doing?” she asks. “I thought we were going to go for another round of that hot sex you’re so good at.”

  She’s giving me a seductive look.

  My booming laughter fills the living room.

  “I can guarantee you another round baby,” I tell her. “Right now though, we could both use a shower and then get some sleep. You look tired, I feel tired, and if we want to be able to keep up with the vast amount of energy Amelia seems to always have, then sleep is needed.”

  She’s pouting a little now, but I can see her agreement with me in her eyes before she even says anything.

  “Okay. Shower and sleep tonight, but I’m holding you to that promise mister.”

  “I expect nothing else,” I chuckle.

  I pick her up and carry towards the bathroom.

  Margot

  After five years, I can’t believe I’ve got the chance to come clean with Boone.

  I can feel it in the air around us—from the moment we sat down on the sofa, when Boone began to tell me about what happened to his friends in the fire department and why he left New York, I knew that there could be nothing left to hide between us.

  He took me like a man who had been holding himself together for too long. He was wild and desperate—even after the pantry yesterday, he wasn’t satisfied. I suppose we’re both making up for lost time.

  I always knew that after that night in college, one night was never going to be enough.

  Not for me or for him.

  I’m quietly grateful as Boone lifts my naked body up into his arms and carries me up the stairs effortlessly. I would try to stand, but my knees are still weak. Every time Boone and I sleep together, it’s as though he wants to try and make me come more times than ever before, and each time harder than the last.

  If it weren’t for the layer of sweat on our glistening bodies, I would have been happy to cuddle up with Boone and sleep until the morning.

  I flick the light switch on with my toes as we enter the bathroom.

  Whilst the rest of Boone’s cabin is quite rustic and some of the furniture could almost have been vintage, there’s a modern element in the bathroom. The crisp, clean white tiles and bright white lights. The bath overlooking a large window.

  With those blinds open, I imagine you can see out over the mountains and forests for miles. But it’s the shower I’m more interested in. A walk-in big enough for both of us—and probably Amelia, too—with a large waterfall showerhead.

  All I want is to step into that shower with Boone right behind me.

  I want the fast running water to wash away the last five years so that we can start again.

  Boone places me down on the edge of the bath, and I sit there and watch him as he retrieves towels from the linen cupboard. It’s so easy to watch Boone—especially when he’s naked. His sculpted ass is so fun to watch walk away, especially when those powerful legs can cross the room in just a few simple steps.

  I watch him drape two thick, fluffy pale blue towels over the heater, warming them slowly for when we come out. He begins to run the water, before turning to me with one hand outstretched.

  I reach out to take it and with a small jerk of his arm, Boone pulls me to my feet. I land against his muscled chest. I laugh and as I step into the water, I feel Boone’s hand smack against my ass.

  He chuckles quietly, and I swear I see an angel get her wings.

  The water runs over us both, but I feel it soak through me and weigh down my wild blonde hair.

  I turn to face Boone, just in time to catch him staring at me. His dark eyes study my body, drinking in just how much I’ve changed since we were in college. In the bright lights, he can see me clearly, and there’s nowhere to hide.

  Not that I’d want to.

  So I take this opportunity to study Boone in return. Despite how many times he’s been shirtless over the last few days, I haven’t had an opportunity to look at his body until now, to study how the water runs down the sculpted lines of his abs and to follow the steam as it rises off of the rippling muscles of his arms.

  “Are you realizing I’m not the same girl as I was in college?” I ask and hope that he doesn’t notice how nervous I am.

  “I’m not the same, either,” Boone reassures, and with one finger, tilts my head up to look at him. “You’re not the same beautiful girl, no. Now, you’re a woman—even more beautiful. Margot, you’re divine.”

  A blush creeps across my cheeks, and Boone’s lips quirk into a small smile.

  But his attention quickly returns to my body.

  “How is this the first time we’re doing this together?” I ask, though we both know why.

  “I would never have wanted to shower alone if I’d have known you could be with me,” Boone says, still smiling slightly.

  “The novelty of my naked body would have worn off eventually.”

  “I could never—will never—get tired of seeing you naked, Margot,” Boone murmurs in my ear and kisses my forehead gently.

  I smile and look down at my feet.

  We’ve both got scars now—I can see a set of scratches down Boone’s chest that I hadn’t noticed before and a series of faded burn scars across the back of one shoulder. No doubt he’s noticed the scar on
my stomach from surgery after Amelia was born.

  Boone squeezes shower gel into his hand, pulling me towards him so that I’m turned away, but he presses into my back. He lifts one of my arms above my head, and I curl it back and hold onto his shoulder, allowing him access to my body.

  For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to fuck me again—right here in the shower. I’m certainly wet enough, and I wouldn’t say no if he wanted to.

  But then Boone slides his hand down my body. Washing me with the soap and savoring every inch of skin that he can get his hand on. His fingers linger on my scar.

  “Surgery,” I say softly as he pauses. “After Amelia was born, there were minor complications.”

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to support you.”

  “How did you get those?” I ask, quickly changing the subject.

  I spin around in his arms, so that our bodies are pressed together and Boone’s hand curves over my ass. I run three fingers over the scratches on his chest.

  “A cat.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  “I’m not.” Boone’s smiling, almost chuckling again at the memory, but I can tell that he’s serious. “I was coming home from work when I saw a couple of kids trying to climb a tree. This angry old tortoiseshell was clinging to a branch a couple of feet into the tree.”

  “So you rescued it?”

  “So I rescued it. Except on the way down, it took a swipe at me. Cut clean through my Armani suit.”

  “It ripped an Armani?”

  My jaw drops.

  Boone shrugs. “I had another three more at the house back then.”

  “What happened to them?”

  “I sold them,” Boone says as he continues to wash my body. He cups at my breasts, running his hands up over my collarbones and then falling down my arms.

  “I had no use for that kind of shit when I moved out here. It just weighed down the moving van.”

  “Would you ever move back to the city?” I ask and take advantage of Boone’s pause to squeeze my shower gel into my own hands so that I could wash him down, too.

  I run my hands over Boone’s chest, following the defined contours of muscle until I reach the ‘v’ of his hips. My fingers linger there before I snake around to rest my hands on his ass.