A guttural grunt tore from his lungs as he lost all reason and rode my back.
His body bucked, his arm wrapped tight around me. The sheets glued to our mutual sweat as heat enveloped us. Remembering the performance, I cried loudly, “Stop. Please stop!”
He grabbed my wrists, locking them at the base of my spine.
For a split second, pain blared in my back.
“Shit, I can’t. I can’t fucking stop.” The bed creaked and his hand rose to cup my breast. He tweaked my nipple, gasping as my body bowed into him. “Fuck, he’s gonnakillme for this.” Then a hot wet spurt stuck us together as his legs twitched around mine.
Every tiny tremor vibrated his body.
His orgasm went on for a while, each jerk of his hips gluing me further to him. Our heartbeats raced, and the outside world ceased to exist. In that second, we cemented a deeper bond. Not of lust or love or even erotic connection—but a trust that would be forever lifelong.
We hadn’t had sex, butsomethinghad happened between us.
Something no one could take away.
He’d gone against his family. He’d saved me in the only way he could.
I owed him.
A lot.
And I would nevereverforget it.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Kestrel
I LOVED MY oldest brother.
A fuck ton.
I’d always believed I’d been brought into the world in order to save him from himself.
I’d never begrudged him or wished our roles were reversed. I knew the tightrope he walked every damn day and was happy to be scot-free and living my own easy life.
But when I’d removed Nila’s clothing and she’d stood there bound and blindfolded, I fuckinghatedhim.
I hated him for being too much of a pussy.
I hated his fucking condition.
I just wished he wasn’t sodamaged. That I didn’t love him as much as I did. That I didn’t know every single trial he’d been through and just how deep and strong he was—beneath the bullshit layered on him by Cut.
When I’d grabbed her and put her on the bed, I’d been so hard I could’ve killed someone with my cock. When I’d removed my clothes and slid in beside her, I could’ve come from the gentle friction alone. And when I’d slipped and felt her wet heat when I had no right to touch that part of her, I couldn’t stop it anymore.
Ihadto come.
I would disintegrate if I didn’t.
He’d asked me to do this.
This washisplan. Not mine.
When he’d come to me with his scheme, I’d told him. Full disclosure. I hadn’t held back. He knew that I found her fucking gorgeous. He knew I found her spirit, sharp tongue, and stubbornness a huge turn-on. His temper had flared. His condition reacted. And he’d looked like he wanted to sucker-punch me then tear my dick off. But he’d come to the same conclusion I had.
There was no other way.
