A Brother's Secret

by A. J. Downey

  I loved the little sharp inhale she made when my body was revealed to her. Loved it, even more, when she didn’t hesitate, and went right for it, her lips pressing against my stomach, her tongue licking a long, hot wet line up one set of abs before moving to the other side. Tasting me like I was her fucking dessert. I let my head tip back and my breath escape in an appreciative rush, my hands capturing hers as her fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans.

  “I want to,” she said, voice sure and stony. “Please don’t stop me.”

  I stared down into her very serious eyes and slowly took my hands away from hers. She swallowed hard and continued her mission to free my throbbing cock from my pants.

  I balled my fists at my sides as she swept the cotton of my boxers and the rough denim of my jeans down my legs. My boots and socks lay forgotten somewhere in the living room downstairs, so they weren’t in my way, but still, I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to do anything wrong to scare her, or trigger any unwanted memories, so I held very, very, still and let her do what she wanted.

  “Holy shit,” I muttered and dug nails into my palms, as without much preamble, she took me into her mouth and immediately to the root. I swallowed and my breath came in surprised pants. I hadn’t expected that, but oh, goddamn, did it feel good.

  She bobbed her head gently, her small velvet tongue trailing up and down my frenulum, teasing it lightly, swirling around my head in a way that made my heart damn near seize up in my chest and my eyes roll back.

  She got her long, elegant fingers involved, wrapping them around my shaft with just the right amount of pressure, stroking rhythmically along with her mouth’s attentions. I swallowed hard and moaned, planting my palms flat against my lower back and ass to keep from doing what I really wanted to do, which was touch her head.

  Instead, I fought the rising urge to do it by speaking, saying, “Oh yeah, baby… that feels so good. Just like that.” I sucked a breath in between gritted teeth and fought down the urge to come. She had me on that fucking razor’s edge, man; and I didn’t know if it was okay or not. I hated to kill the mood by asking, so instead, I went the route any other red blooded alpha male would. I stopped her, gripping her upper arms lightly and pulling my cock from her mouth by drawing back my hips.

  “Stand up,” I ordered and used a tone that should brook no argument, but with Mali, you never knew.

  She got to her feet, like a puppet drawn by strings and oh god, that turned me on. Knowing I was the damn puppeteer to a woman who was as fierce as she? Goddamn. Power flooded my veins and I ripped open her shorts and sent them cascading down her legs, my balls tightening, my cock twitching at the sight of no panties.

  I pushed her back onto the bed and she collapsed willingly with a dark smile that spoke to my own. I let it rise and fill my eyes, wrapping my arms around her thighs, dragging her body so her ass was at the very edge of the bed, the glistening flower of her sex begging to be defiled, but that was a game for another night. Right now, I wanted to worship my woman for the goddess she was, so I went to my knees instead.

  Her scent was heady and intoxicating, her flavor like nothing else I’d ever had cross my tongue as I lapped at her center, finding that jewel I knew would spark fire in her eyes and teasing it with the tip. I wiggled my tongue back and forth over it to send pleasing vibrations through her core. The passion in her eyes deepened, the glow of her desire something else to behold until she couldn’t stand it anymore, her head tipping back and a deep, throaty sound of satisfaction escaping her long and lovely throat.

  Her legs twitched, spasming to either side of my head, telling me I had her close. I delved my hands up underneath her back, cradling her in my arms as I drove my tongue into her pussy, lapping at her. She cried out and arched into the support of my arms, her fingers digging into the bedspread, balling it into fists to the side of either hip. She was gonna come, so I took a deep breath and flicked my tongue over her clit one more time, twice, and it was like she was an arrow let fly.

  I expected it, but it was still pretty satisfying. Her legs snapped closed around my ears and her body writhed. I let her have my tongue, laying it flat against her as her writhing hips did all the work for me, running her sex, top to bottom, bottom to the top against it.

  Jesus fuck, I could eat her pussy all day if this were the kind of reaction I would get. She lay serene, her fingernails scratching against my scalp lightly, fingers tangled in my hair and I stood, knees cracking loudly, climbing her body with elegant little kisses until I could lay over the top of her and whisper in her ear, “How do you feel?”

  You know you’ve done your job when all she can muster in response is a throaty little laughing moan ending on a whimper. Of course, I upped the ante by bodily manhandling her onto the bed laying on it length wise so I could fuck her.

  I went into the pocket of my jeans and came up with the three condom chain I’d kept handy just for this eventuality. I knew she was on the implant, but she’d already had a late period when she’d come down here. Like over a week late, and concerning as all get out. She’d eventually started, but for a second there, I thought we’d be starting our family sooner than I’d like… I mean, I didn’t know if I really wanted kids. I know that when we were teens, Mali hadn’t wanted kids, but she could have changed her mind sometime in that seventeen years. At any rate, she chalked up being late to stress, which I could believe, and we had agreed on condoms from now on.

  I tore off one of the foil packets and she writhed a little on the bed in anticipation, watching me slide it on. Another conversation we’d had as teens… a detail that’d stuck with me. She said she thought she’d think it was hot, watching a boy put the condom on himself before sex. That she didn’t know why, but she always fantasized about it. It’d instantly become part of every fantasy and every sexual encounter I’d had since.

  I rolled it down my length, making sure it was snug against the base of my shaft, and lay over the top of her, bodies pressed tightly together, her breasts pressed flat against my chest, her barbells digging just a little and I liked the sensation. I looked her in the eyes as I slid into her, slowly, deliberately, and it was seriously like coming home.

  22

  Amalia…

  He had me so wet it drove me wild, and filled my pussy slowly. God, he was thick, pressing out against my walls, it was almost hard to grip him. Laying on top of me like he was wasn’t oppressive by any means, in fact, it was quite the opposite. It was so full of love, light, and safety… he felt like home.

  “Kyle,” I gasped and he smiled.

  “Anything for you, baby, just name it,” he growled.

  “Kiss me!” His mouth was gentle against mine and we were deep into the kiss when he began to move, slowly, gently, careful of me.

  It was a slow burn, every careful thrust growing in intensity, but not speed, oh no. No matter how much I whimpered, whined, and begged, Kyle was taking this at his pace and of all the times I’d ever gotten it on with somebody, no matter how hard I’d ever fucked or been fucked, I never felt as thoroughly ravished as I did right now under the love of my absolute life.

  I wrapped my arms and legs around him, my hips rising off of the bed to meet his, my body fine-tuned and on that razor’s edge and it was killing me. I wanted to come again, I was so close to coming again, and he just expertly held me there. Smiling against my mouth and moaning mm-mm, to every request, every time I begged, every demand I made. Goddammit, he would just not be swayed.

  You would think that as much as it frustrated the hell out of me it would piss me off, but no. Instead with every plea, every whining begging vocalization of what I wanted, I found myself giggling and laughing absurdly. My heart lighter than I ever remember it being, Kyle laughing and giggling back, our mouths pressed together, the tickling sensation of our laughter against each other’s lips just caused us to laugh and giggle even more.

  It was the most fun I could ever remember having during sex, ever… and I realized it wasn’t just
sex, it wasn’t just a fuck, this is what love felt like… this is what loving your best friend, what giving another person all of you and having them accept it unconditionally felt like, and it was a sobering thought.

  I stopped laughing, and Kyle drew back just enough to look at me, stilling, brushing a stray hair out of my eyes that’d escaped my braid to ask, “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I gasped, eyes welling. “Nothing’s wrong… I just love you so damn much.”

  He smiled and it was the most perfect thing in the universe, dipping his head and pressing his lips to mine, the tone of everything suddenly shifted and I stopped caring about having it my way and started caring about just accepting what he was trying to give me and it opened up my eyes… not the ones I physically used to see, but emotionally, my heart, the windows to my very soul were thrown wide and I invited him in wholeheartedly.

  He looked into my physical eyes, his so full of love, trust, and happiness that the tears of wonder in my own escaped and with a smile that could melt your heart he kissed me, his hips rolling into motion again. I gasped and gave myself over and stopped resisting and oh my god…

  Euphoria lifted in the center of my being, lighter than air, swirling out subtly at first, gently creeping like mist over a pond until I was completely enveloped in it. I drowned in Kyle’s attentions and had no desire to come up for air as he smiled serenely and whispered “That’s it, baby…” against my ear.

  I clung to him, and let it happen, the build torturously, sweetly, slow. My breath escaped in an impassioned plea. He rolled with me then, and suddenly I was on top, astride his body and I was determined to give him as good as I’d got. I placed my fingertips gently over his heart and closed my eyes, slowly rolling my hips, finding that sweet, sweet, spot inside me that I never could really get to with a partner outside this position.

  There.

  It felt like the tip of him nudged it just right there and I moved my hips accordingly, my head bowing, lips parting and voice spilling heavy into the dark of the room in a satisfied groan as I managed to take what I needed while simultaneously giving Kyle all of me.

  He watched me, expression glowing with love and light, hands on my hips gently encouraging, thumbs sweeping in the hollows there, at my front and I found myself in that blissed-out state where you just wish that you could hang off the moon among the stars forever… and Kyle was both my moon and my stars. My lover, my best friend, my rock, my support and the greatest thing to have ever happened to me.

  “Oh god, I’m close,” I gasped. “I’m so close!”

  “Take your time, baby… I could do this all night,” he said, but his voice was strained, a tell, he was lying but at the same time, I believed him. He would do this for me all night, for as long as I needed, because I needed him too.

  It was an unexpected tipping point that sent me straight into the fall of orgasm. I jerked, pussy spasming around him and he cried out, hoarse, cock twitching in counterpoint and we both fell together… just like we did everything else.

  Together… forever…

  Forever was a really long time, my hazy mind thought out… but then… Still not long enough to make up for lost time… and that was the truth.

  The morning light streaming through the blinds fell across my eyes, waking me. I was warm, far too warm, and fetched up against a hard body. I lifted my head, groggy and opened my eyes to Kyle’s smiling, warm chocolate gaze.

  “Morning, baby.”

  I felt a slow creeping smile cross my lips and said, “Hi,” almost shyly. It wasn’t the first time I had woken up beside Kyle. It wasn’t even the first time I’d woken up beside Kyle after a night of incredible sex. Still, there was something incredibly fragile about this moment and how shiny and new it felt.

  “How are you feeling,” he murmured, concerned, and I felt a slow, lazy smile spread across my lips.

  “Mm, deeply satisfied… whole… you?”

  He chuckled and whispered, “Pretty much the same, but that wasn’t what I was asking… I didn’t hurt you again, did I?”

  “Mm-mm, no.”

  “Good,” he pecked me on the tip of my nose and I crossed my eyes to look. He laughed for real then and I felt my smile grow brighter. I loved that I could make him laugh, I loved that I made him smile, I loved that I could finally love him and not hide it behind a bunch of teenage insecurities.

  Speaking of which, I felt young again. I mean, I know I wasn’t exactly a bitter old hag at thirty-five, going on thirty-six, but all of this… I felt seventeen again. Pre-all the garbage that had taken me away from him.

  He pressed his lips to my forehead and murmured, “We went at it for a really long time. I was a little worried this morning.”

  “Mm, nothing to worry about here.” I closed my eyes and laid my head back down on his chest and he chuckled deeply.

  “You ready to head for home?” he asked.

  “Are you? I mean, you only just got here and it’s a long ride…”

  “Came down in my truck, figured it’d be easier on you.”

  “Explains why I didn’t hear you arrive.”

  He chuckled and kissed the top of my head again, “Snuck up on you pretty good, huh?”

  “Yeah, you did,” I said and I was glad it came out brightly, I was glad it felt bright.

  “Need some time to pack?” he asked and I shook my head.

  “No?”

  “No… I kept all my shit ready to go.”

  “For the last six weeks?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay… okay…” he held me tighter, the way he said ‘okay’ like he was trying to digest this bit of information.

  “I just want to go home, Kyle… this isn’t home and I don’t want to stay.”

  “Back to Indigo City?” he asked carefully and I looked up at him, frowning.

  “Don’t be stupid,” I chided. “You are home. You always have been and you always will be.”

  He chuckled then and snuggled me closer, “Sounds about right to me, babe.”

  We spent another lazy hour or so in bed, but then we had to reluctantly drag ass out of it. The ten-hour or so drive back to Kentucky wasn’t going to make itself. We showered together, caring for each other in a new, simple way… although I was a shower girl at heart, I think I would always prefer bathing with Kyle in a tub. I was a little sad that we likely wouldn’t be able to as comfortably as in the damn horse trough, though.

  Our goodbyes were sweet, and I found that I really would miss this charming little sea side town and the men and women of The Kraken. I had started learning from Hope and the lessons would be missed. Still, I was confident enough that I might, might, might pull at least one fast one on Reaver and I was hoping the opportunity would come up. I owed him a touch of light-hearted revenge.

  “You take care now, y’hear?” Cutter asked, and I smiled at him, hugging him back.

  “I promise,” I said and he grinned.

  “The broken find their way to Ft. Royal, but they rarely, if ever, leave the way they came. They always go home better. You come back anytime you should need us,” Faith murmured and she hugged me tightly.

  “Leave it to my ol’ lady to find just the thing to say. Couldn’t say it any better m’self,” Marlin smiled at her and it lit up his whole world.

  “We’ll totally take you up on coming back to visit. Might be a while, though. I think we’re both looking forward to getting back home and rebuilding our lives… together this time,” Kyle said.

  “Thank you for hiding me, I don’t think it’s a kindness I could ever repay,” I murmured.

  “Think nothing of it,” Hope said. “I’m just disappointed I didn’t get to really kick someone’s ass. I feel like I am getting all kinds of rusty.”

  “Heh, you want I’ll be your Huckleberry,” Cutter offered and she gave her mate a savage grin.

  “You’re on, always ends up us fuckin’ anyway.”

  “Too true, too true!”

  There w
as laughter and I said, “Say goodbye to Galahad and Charity for me?”

  “Of course,” Marlin said.

  “We’re going to miss you!” Faith came in for another hug and I hugged her back tightly. You would think Hope and I would have gotten along like a house on fire but I honestly think were a touch too much alike. Faith and I, though? We’d damn near become best friends over my stay.

  “You all will have to meander up north for a stay,” Kyle said and Cutter said, “Sounds like a fine idea! Been a minute since we’ve taken a club ride. We’ll see about settin’ somethin’ up in the near future.”

  “Sounds good,” Kyle shook hands with him and we turned for his 4Runner.

  “Y’all drive safe, now!”

  He took off his jacket and cut and laid it across my lap with a wink, before shutting me into the passenger seat and then came around to the front. A weight I hadn’t realized rode me lifted from my shoulders as we headed out of town.

  “Homeward bound,” he declared and I smiled nodding.

  “So where is home?” I asked.

  “Well, for tonight, it’s at the club. The boys and the ol’ ladies are dying to see you, meet you for real and roll out the welcome mat properly. We’ll stay in my club room, and tomorrow we’ll head on over to the house.”

  “Your house?” I asked.

  “No, baby… the house… I kept it for you.”

  “Wait, the house you grew up in, as in your folk's place?”

  “Ah, yeah…”

  I leaned back in my seat, a little stunned, my fingertips absently petting the patches on his vest.

  “Can’t we go straight there?” I asked, suddenly eager.