Me. Cos I couldn’t see myself surviving it. “Do what you like, cielito. I’m here for it.”
“You mean that?”
We were half lying on the world’s hardest bed. It was arse o’clock in the morning and I still had five hours driving to do before I could check my guerrilla phone and maybe, just maybe, get some sleep. But with Embry on top of me, his skin against mine and our heartbeats thrumming in time, nothing else mattered. Fucking-A, nothing elseexistedbeyond him, me, and the fairy I kept so close to my heart. Not even how I felt about Embry could clip her little wings.
Embry pushed me onto my back and undid my belt. His sweats were already halfway gone. Breath caught, I watched him shove them down. His dick sprang free and my mouth went dry. I saw cocks all the time. Saint aside, my brothers weren’t exactly shy. But I’d never seen Embry’s, not even when I’d held him up in the hospital so he could take a piss without falling down. Consumed with every bad emotion I could name, I’d kept my eyes to myself.
Now, though, I couldn’t look away. Thick and long, Embry’s dick was as pretty as it was terrifying. And the conflicting adjectives—I knew that word from the adult literacy books he’d charmed me into reading way back when—twisted my lips in a grin that he matched.
I reached for him, letting instinct take over. My fingers wrapped around him and he tipped his head back with a low moan.
“Come closer,” I whispered.
It took him a second to compute what I meant.
I scooted back so I was propped against the cab wall. Then I held him steady while he shuffled on his knees until he straddled my ribs.
His dick was so close to my mouth. I wanted to taste him, but I wanted to see him more, to follow the curve of his body as he arched his back, track his tongue as it wet his bottom lip.
I bent my legs to support him and splayed my free palm over his lower belly, revelling in the tension there. The solid band of muscle that contracted with every pass of my hand on his cock.
“Fuck.” Embry shuddered. “How are you so good at that?”
“Practice.”
“On other people?”
“Got a dick of my own, mate.”
Embry laughed. Almost. It was cut off by a gasp and he pitched forward, bending to claim my mouth in a rough kiss, rolling his hips to fuck my hand.
It was so dirty.
So precious. I’d never been so fucking hard.
I’d never felt so alive.
I deepened the kiss, letting a fantasy dance through my brain, one where we were exactly like this, but my cock was buried inside Embry, driving in and out of him while his lithe body flexed and rolled on top of me.
La hostia. A layer of sweat built on my skin. Embry ripped his lips from mine to groan, tortured and deep. He arched up, spine curving, and his dick surged in my hand. “Harder,” he whispered. “I wanna come on you.”
I wanted that too, so fucking much. My world narrowed to his heavy breaths and shaking thighs. His hooded eyes and set jaw. I chased every tremor and jerk as he fell apart. Bottled every hitched gasp and moan.
It was more than hot.
More than beautiful.
It was everything, and I could hardly fucking believe it was real. That this moment belonged to me—to us—and I wasn’t gonna wake up and realise it had only happened in my head.
Embry started to come. He threw his head back, legs tightening around me like a vice. His cock pulsed, wet warmth spurting and coating my fingers. A full body shudder hit him, and a harsh groan tore from his fuckhot mouth. “Fuck.Fuck.”
He rode it out, unaware of how captivating he was to me, then slumped forward, shoulders hunching as he caught his breath. “Mother ofChrist, you’ve got magic hands.”
He’d said that before in a moment far less fun than this.
Less fun and more bloody.
I pushed the memory aside and ran my fingers through the mess on my chest, smearing it into my skin and then his while he watched, brow raised, hischaplainface overtaking his features.
