Page 122 of The Other Brother

I nod.

He drops his hands to the elastic of my lounge bottoms. “And under here. These too?”

I nod again.

“Show me.”

I tug the bottoms firmly, letting the fabric pool at my feet before stepping out and kicking them aside. His jaw tightens, a muscle ticking as he swallows thickly.

“Sweetheart,” he says, “look at you.”

His gaze sweeps over me appreciatively, and I press my thighs together, desperate for friction.

“I want this,” I whisper. “I want you.”

He leans down as I rise onto my tiptoes, our lips pressing together. I sigh into his mouth as his hands trail around my back, unhooking my bra. His palms find me, weighing my breasts in both hands.

“April,” he murmurs, his voice strained.

“Don’t stop.”

Reaching forward, I grab the hem of his jumper and tug it upwards. It catches around his head, and we chuckle as we work to tug it free. Once it’s off, I make quick work popping the button on his jeans and dragging the zipper down. He takes over from there, leaning back to shove his jeans off. The bulge straining against his briefs begs to be touched.

I lean in, running my hand over his length, earning a deep groan. He quickly tugs the briefs off, tossing them without hesitation. He hooks his fingers under my thong, dragging the lace over my legs until nothing is left between us. I settle back, and he adjusts between my legs. I push my hips up, grinding myself against him. He hisses, reaching down to grip his cock and guide it to my entrance. I’m already slick with anticipation and need.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says.

“Me too.”

He captures my lips at the same time he presses into me. Leaning on one elbow, he lifts a hand caress my cheek. We lock eyes as he starts to move, rolling his hips and thrusting into me. I’ve thought about this moment for seven months, and now that it’s finally here, the ache of his absence evaporates. Every nerve comes to life and heat floods my veins, filling me with a new kind of love I didn’t know was possible. The kind that reaches into my soul and awakens the deepest parts of me. The kind that paints my world in a kaleidoscope of colours and a haze of emotions. Emotions I haven’t confronted since the passing of my parents. Emotions I’d forgotten were real.

Until him.

We take our time. Cherishing every touch, every kiss, his movements matching our heavy pants. I can’t look away as we lose ourselves in each other.

He picks up his pace, and I drop a hand to where we’re joined, rubbing myself as he drives into me.

“Faster, James.”

“You want more?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say, breathless.

He picks up speed, fucking me hard, and our moans deepen. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, pulling and nipping and suckling, and my core clenches. Sweat breaks out across his forehead as he pumps, and I clap my legs around him, urging him deeper.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he says, groaning as my climax builds low in my belly. I bow my back to press our bodies closer, feeling the beat of his heart against mine. I lift my hips as our bodies slap together, meeting his tempo.

“Say you’re mine,” he groans.

“I’m yours.”

His mouth crushes mine as we come undone. His body tenses before he grunts, releasing inside me just as I clench and quiver.

We collapse together, and he pulls me close, scooping me into his arms. His hand comes up to brush my jaw, and I comb my fingers through his hair as we catch our breath.

I don’t know how long we lie there, watching each other, kissing, touching, feeling. But it’s perfect.He’sperfect.

This man is it. He’s my home.

My forever.

“Always?” I ask.

He presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Always.”

THE END