I gripped the bed frame and hooked his legs over my shoulders. The change in position drove me deeper, and as heat ambushed me, I was certain of two things: first, that I loved him beyond measure.
Second, that toxic levels of carbon monoxide hadn’t killed me, but maybe this would.
Billy
Gus was fucking glorious. And glorious at fucking. Whichever way I looked at it, it was a win for me.
He held me down, fucked me hard and deep, and every scrape of his cock over the bundle of nerves he’d discovered inside me sent me freewheeling into ecstasy.
I was a mess. My dick was caught between us, then he reared back, lifting my hips higher, and I closed my fist around myself, jacking in time with his thrusts.
A shout of pleasure burst from my lungs, and I pushed back against him, urging him on. He’d been careful with me before, and over the last few months, I’d returned the favour, but he didn’t need that anymore. All he needed was me.
An entire summer of gentle wanks and quiet blow jobs exploded between us. Gus slammed into me over and over, and I still wanted more. Pleasure grew inside me like a weed on crack, a coil of heat that unravelled inside me with every crazed sound he made.
I came without warning. Orgasm jumped me and pushed him off the same cliff. His rhythm faltered, and I scrambled to save it, but there was no safety net for either of us, and as long as we had each other, we didn’t need one.
After, he lay over me, careful as ever not to crush me, though I wouldn’t have minded. I liked the sensation of his body swamping me. It made me feel safe.
“You know it’s never been like this for me, with anyone, don’t you? I’ve never felt like this.”
I gazed up at him. “You don’t need to tell me that.”
“I know. But I need to say it.”
“Why?”
“Because it needs to be heard.”
He rolled off me without specifying whether he meant by me or by him, and the details didn’t matter. I listened to him whistle in the shower and tell Grey to shut his yowling up, and wondered how the hell I’d got so lucky. Gus wasn’t perfect—fuck, he was as pigheaded as any Daley brother—but he was perfect for me. And god, I loved him. So much. It hurt my heart that it had taken almost losing him for me to have the balls to tell him, but life was a bitch, man. I was done worrying about shit I couldn’t change.
Gus left the bathroom and went downstairs. I pictured the contents of the fridge and pondered what he might bring back, mildly horrified by the fact that I was hungry again after the Viking-sized feast I’d put away at Luke’s house. And I blamed Gus for that. He’d lost his appetite after the accident, and getting him to eat had turned into a long-running game of chicken. Now I had the appetite of a bodybuilder—one that was allergic to the gym, cos, you know. Fuck that shit.
My phone buzzed with a message from Luke, checking we’d got home okay. I rolled my eyes and messaged him back. One day I’d get used to his constant presence in my life. He was still annoying as fuck, and I was still prone to being a prick about it. But over time, I’d found how I felt mattered less than the fact that he was just...there, at my side, being my brother. And I loved him for that.
Gus didn’t come back to bed. I held out for all of five minutes before I went to find him.
He was crouching at the back door with Grey, watching the decking.
Bemused, I joined them. “Bit late for that, isn’t it? TV hours are over.”
“Shh. Look.”
I followed his gaze to the decking. There was a cat I didn’t recognise eating kibble from Grey’s spare bowl. It was bedraggled and thin, with weepy eyes. A stray. “I’ve never seen that one before.”
“Me neither,” Gus said. “I’ve fed it. Do you think we should bring it inside?”
“Is that even a question?”
“I guess not.”
Gus passed me Grey and slipped outside, bollock naked, surprising me, as ever, with how quietly a man of his size could move. He scooped the cat and food bowl up in one fluid motion and returned to my side.
I shut the back door and set a scowling Grey on the kitchen counter. “Best keep them apart for now. Grey’s had his jabs, but we need to get Moses checked out.”
“Moses? No way.” Gus carried the stray cat out into the utility room.
I gave Grey some treats to placate him, then trailed after Gus. “What’s wrong with Moses?”
“For starters, it’s a girl.”
“So?” I found another dish and filled it with water while Gus settled his new she-cat with her bowl of food. She seemed happy enough. I fetched her a bed and filled a shoebox with litter. “Can we keep her?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I think so, if she wants to stay.”
“She’ll want to stay.”
“What makes you so sure of that?”
I tickled the cat’s cheek, then tugged Gus away from her and to the utility room door. “Because if I was a cat, I’d stay with you.”
“You’re not a cat, and you still stay with me.”
“That’s my point.”
“What is?”
I shook my head. “Never mind. Leave her be a little while. I bet you’ll come back later and find her fast asleep.”
“Later? So we’re not going to sleep?”
The devil in Gus’s gaze came back, making it easy to forget how long it had been gone.
I grinned and brushed his cheek with a kiss that turned into a bite. “Not yet. I want you to fuck me again, then I want to stay up all
