And Nyomi was warmth. Nyomi was comfort. Nyomi was everything soft and good in a world that had been nothing but sharp edges and blood for as long as I could remember.
Of course my starving heart reached for her.
But I wouldn't allow selfishness or loneliness to poison what my brother had found. Wouldn't let my own pain become an excuse to take something that wasn't mine.
I love Kenji too much.
Besides. . .Nyomi was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The best thing that had ever happened to our family.
And I would protect that.
Even from myself.
I exhaled slowly, feeling the resolve settle into my bones like iron.
No more dreams like that.
No more reaching for her.
No more wanting what I couldn't have.
I would be her brother.
Her protector.
Her friend.
Nothing more.
Beside me, Puppy stirred again.
I looked down and caught him watching me.
“You know what? I change my mind.” I grinned. “I need some attention."
“Oh, do you?” He slid his hand beneath the sheets, finding me already hard, already leaking, already desperate for something to chase away the ghost of that dream. "I can help with that, Master."
“Good, little Puppy. Show me how much you love to lick. How much you love to suck.”
“Yes, Master.” He slipped beneath the sheets.
And soon his mouth found my cock.
Hot.
Wet.
Skilled.
“Yes,” I groaned as pleasure replaced the ache of wanting something forbidden.
I watched the shape of him move beneath the sheet. That rhythmic bob. Up and down. Slow at first, teasing, the way he knew I liked it.
The white linen rose and fell like a wave, hiding the details but hinting at everything.
Not enough.
I needed to see.
