He cuddled me closer, and I rested my cheek against his scratchy beard. “No. How do I help?”
“You’re doing it.”
I slid my arms around his neck and pecked his lips. “Big Brother, will you take care of me?”
Casey smiled. “Yes. Always.”
“Take me upstairs?”
“Mm… anytime.” He picked me up, and I loved how strong he was as he stood there holding me without a problem. “I love you,” he said quietly.
“I love you, too. I’m getting over being sad.”
He hoisted me higher in his arms, but I wasn’t worried. Casey would never drop me. He brushed his lips against mine. “You take your time. If you need to be sad, you be sad, and then I’ll be here when you’re happy. I’ll be here through anything for you. Don’t ever think otherwise.” With that, he started walking, and I didn’t know what to say. Iwashappy. I burrowed against his front and enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of because before him, I’d never really known what it was like. I couldn’t get enough of him.
Epilogue
Casey
Tahiti - July
The boat swayed gently and a floral-tinged sea breeze blew across the deck. Far away, the ocean waves rolled and glistened. Angel was in a pair of swimming briefs so tiny I would have believed that actual, real live angels kissed them onto his skin. His balls swayed in the tiny fabric pouch they were contained in as I stared at his peachy ass, and he stopped scrubbing the deck to scowl at me over his shoulder. Coconut-scented sunscreen glistened on his body and made him gleam like a tropical shell.
“You’re so pretty like that, little brother,” I called over and lifted my margarita to sip it. The freezing tartness of freshly squeezed lime juice and sugar hid the bite of the tequila, but this was my third one today and I was enjoying it. Creed and Merit were somewhere inside, maybe on the upper deck in the party room since I couldn’t hear them, having an argument that I was pretty sure would end in them fucking below deck, and then pretending they hadn’t. I was glad they were occupied because I didn’t want to share this particular paradise view with anyone else.
Angel tossed his rag into the small metal bucket in front of him and sat up so that his ass touched his heels while he pouted at me. The lines of his slim body as he turned slightly to get a better position for his power sulking were so fucking perfect my cock pulsed and plumped. He had a strip of pink in his hair that matched the ties we’d worn to Tori’s beach wedding last night, and the gem on his lip piercing sparkled the same color. He was so fucking amazing.
“Well, I hate cleaning!” he declared.
“Will you hide broccoli in the back of the fridge to congeal into smelly mush again?” I sipped my drink and waited for his answer.
His face twisted into an impressive scowl. “No.” It didn’t sound like he meant it.
I chuckled. “Come here.”
“Aye, aye, captain,” he chirped.
He happily bolted across the freshly scrubbed deck and hopped when he was almost to me. I grunted and spilled my drink as he landed all of his weight on top of me. But I was hard already, and he groaned as he wriggled his barely-covered crotch on my lap.
“This is more fun,” he said and waggled his eyebrows while he gave me a blinding smile. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss that left him panting and mewling against my mouth. He slid his hands between us and fumbled with the fly of my board shorts. I stopped his hand and he whined.
“Not until that patch of deck is clean.”
He growled, an obvious imitation of me when I was in a bad mood, and I barked out a laugh as he slowly peeled himself away. His dick was not contained; the head poked out over the band at the top of his teeny pink briefs.Tropical paradise, indeed.My cock jerked against my shorts.
While he sat on me, obviously not quite prepared to finish working since he was hard and pouting, I reached over to the table beside me and picked up my afternoon reading. Casually, I flipped open the comic, and he almost fell and cracked his head off the table trying to snag it out of my hands.
“How did you get a copy ofBoy and His Bear? How did you know it was released?” He made grabby hands, and I stretched and strained to keep it out of his grasp.
I laughed. “Kyle and Donahue were bragging about you all over the building before we left. You really didn’t think I would find out?”
He stopped trying to steal my comic and covered his face with his hands, but that didn’t hide the blush that took over his chest and neck. Hard, shy, and gleaming in the sunshine, he was as unreal as the characters he drew. I was so fucking lucky.
“It’s embarrassing for you to see!” he finally groaned out.
“Why?”
“Because you’re… you already know everything about the hero. It would be a very boring read for you.” He strained toward the book again, and I cupped his ass with one hand, giving it a firm squeeze. That distracted him enough that he rocked his hips against my thigh, and I was laughing again.
