I wanted to cry.
I wanted to embrace it.
I wanted to die for who I’d become.
The covers shifted and clung, no doubt making it seem as if Kes took me with nothing barred. My mouth opened to breathe faster. Kes surprised me by sealing his lips completely over mine.
I stiffened.
I didn’t know what to do.
A kiss was somehow even more intimate than the fake-fucking we indulged in. Then his fingers tickled from my clit to entrance. I moaned. I couldn’t decide if it was a beg to stop or permission to keep going.
The fear that any minute he might stop being a gentleman trying to save me and fuck me against my will added the element of danger.
He shuddered as he slipped a fingertip barely inside me.
The taboo. The forbiddenness. The wrongness of what we were doing consumed me.
I couldn’t stop the detonating bliss just like I couldn’t stop my blood from flowing.
I came.
The second my body exploded around his finger, his tongue entered my mouth and I didn’t fight it.
I welcomed it.
For one delicious spiralling moment, I let go of right and wrong. I forgot about Jethro and ignored the messy aftermath.
I gave into pleasure.
Kes pulled me back against him, pleasure and need rumbling in his chest.
My fear completely subsided.
Itrustedhim.
All this time he’d been there guiding me. Looking after me.
His hand clutched my hip, forcing me to rock against his fingers. His cock branded my back as my core contracted again and again, heaven shooting through my system.
He spooned me harder, his legs entwining with mine. “Shit.”
I let out a cry of ecstasy as my orgasm took me high, high,higherbefore snipping me free and hurtling me back to earth.
My ears rang. My heartbeat was a noisy jackhammer.
His lips sought mine again and I kissed him back. Our tongues tangled and I catalogued the difference between brothers. Jethro was fierce and controlling. A dominant, mysterious man through and through. Kestrel was eager and ferocious, taking everything with boyish charm. “Fuck, I don’t want to come. I promised myself I. Would. Not. Come.”
I believed him. I understood his decency and I couldn’t thank him enough.
But there was one thing I could do to show him my gratitude.
It was a gift I could give on my own accord.
I forced my hips back, crushing his cock against his stomach. His mouthopened wide; his body jerked as he poured curses down my throat. “Fuck, don’t do that. I’m going—”
“It’s okay,” I breathed. “It’s okay.”
