Now he was mine, even if I couldn’t scream it from the rooftops yet. Someday I would. I’d tell every person he was, proudly displaying pictures of us on my desk, showing the world the man I loved.
Fuck.
I couldn’t process the thought as his hands forced me down harder until we drowned out the sound of the falling rain. Getting caught didn’t matter. My feelings didn’t matter. Nothing mattered other than getting a release.
With a grind of his hips, I was there, knowing damn well as soon as I came back down he’d fuck me like never before.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, quickening his pace, pumping in a frenzied rhythm. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
I took everything he had, finally giving in, riding over the edge, free-falling into passion. I came hard, muscles trembling from head to toe as my body writhed in pleasure.
Just as I thought, feared, and craved, he pumped in with a relentless rhythm, forcing me to take him. All I could do was cry out with what I had left, clutching his shoulders for dear life as he took what he needed.
He needed me more for than release. It was obvious, just as I needed him for more than sex. We gave each other life again, finding the strength in one another to step out of the darkness.
He came hard, pouring into me, shuddering with his release.
We sat there for what felt like forever, my arms quaking as they looped around his neck.
“I can't get enough of you,” he admitted. “I'll never get enough of you.”
His words sent a tingle through me, but pain came too. I loved him. I loved him, and I couldn’t tell him. The moment I did, I knew he’d bolt.
I sat up and pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling as he trembled when I lifted off of him. “Good thing I’m yours then, huh?”
He tilted my chin up, kissing my lips. “And I’m yours.”
Jason
“So, according to Ethan – know-er of everything – you’re in love with your girl and in complete denial.”
Little did the bastard know it, but he’d be on the receiving end of a punch to the arm for that one in a matter of minutes. A blow that would make lifting a tool or a woman difficult for days.
And as for Ethan, I’d kick him in the ass when I saw him next. I broke the news I was dating Elena only a few hours before, chatting with him while waiting to board. Good news sure traveled fast.
I landed in Portland two hours earlier and was less than a mile from the bungalow. The car rental agency didn’t have my preferred and paid for SUV, sticking me with a coupe I could barely stuff into. Elena found the selfie I sent hilarious, my head brushing the roof.
Despite not visiting Briar for over a decade, I still knew my way around the curved country roads that led to it. Not much changed, a burger joint popping up on the outskirts of town along with a gas station, likely giving Mr. Levi a headache now that he had competition. That was if Mr. Levi was still alive. God knows he was a fossil when I last stepped foot in the town.
“You’re an idiot,” I muttered, keeping my focus on the road, not even entertaining the thought. I was more worried about moose and deer, the mating season in full swing. Unlike my Range Rover, the tiny compact would crumble on impact, and I’d be toast.
“Sounds like someone in denial,” he chuckled, voice deep. I swore he groaned at the end, but I didn’t want to know. He always answered the phone at the worst times, unafraid of talking on the can and revealing it with a flush. “Where are you anyway? It’s a little late for you, no? Old men like you need their sleep.”
“I can sleep when I’m dead,” I replied, rounding the final bend before the bungalow came into view, a black truck parked beneath a floodlight with a red hooptie beside it. Judging by the size, there was no way in hell Luke was fitting in that thing. “You got company, brother?”
As if on cue, I heard the one thing no straight man ever wants to hear, as my little brother moaned, “OH FUCK!”
It took everything in me to not puke on the spot. “You fucking pig!”
I pulled in the driveway and parked beside the hooptie, ready to have some fun. If I had any luck, the chick pleasing him would be mid-blowjob and bite his dick off if I banged on the door hard enough.
“What the hell is that?” he asked, rustling on his end. “Who the fuck is here?”
“I don’t know!” a small voice in the background squealed, confirming my suspicions.
“Yo dude, I gotta go! Someone pulled in my driveway!”
“It’s a rental!” the background voice informed.
I killed the lights and hung up, pulling my sweater up over my face and leaning all the way down in the seat. I held still, listening to the crunch of driveway gravel, Luke’s footsteps followed by those of his dog, Tally’s.
“What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?” Luke roared.
“Come in the house! What if it’s some psycho!?” the voice in the distance shrieked.
“It’s some dude with a shirt over his head!” he shouted, banging on my window. “What the fuck are you doing, dude?”
There was more crunching outside the car, the handle pulled but not budging. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Luke! Get in here, you idiot!” the voice pleaded, clearly female. “Please!”
“WHO. ARE. YOU?” By how close his voice was, I could tell his face was pressed to the glass.
I pounced, lurching toward the window, popping my head out in time to see my younger brother fly backward, slamming into the little red car.
