Page 17 of Break Me Gently

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I was showered, shaved, and in bed. The longer I waited, the more worried I became. Zach had the power to destroy me in so many different ways.

As a younger sibling, I’d always looked up to Zach. He wasn’t always dismissive, and we had happy memories that perhaps he’d forgotten. I don’t know when my love became twisted, and I began to hero-worship him.

Then Alisha came along. The times she came to the house, she always liked to pretend to be nice to me in front of Zach, but I saw the malice in her eyes, the sneer beneath her smile.

Dad got sick, and Zach spiralled out of control.

My sigh caught in my throat as tears welled up.

I should tell him no. Stop it all now.

But when I closed my eyes, all I saw was him.

The way he smelled. How he held me. The slight stubble around his lips.

God.

How that stubble had felt down there.

I sighed again.

The battle was already lost.

Ten years, and I still wanted to fix him. Heal that hurt he carried inside him.

It wasn’t Alisha or his old friends who mattered. They’d all become irrelevant once Dad died and Zach moved out. I was still here. So was Mum.

Surrender or sacrifice, it didn’t matter anymore.

There was no knock or noise until the door closed. Doubt and fear evaporated until only a slight flutter in the pit of my belly remained.

The floorboards creaked, and he fumbled around beside my bed until he found the switch to the lamp.

He only wore a pair of shorts.

I was still busy studying his pecs and nipples when he pulled the covers aside. I hadn’t quite followed the instructions he’d sent via text.

“Take them off, Amber,” he murmured, staring at my vest and short set.

I thought they were cute.

I braced my weight on my feet and pushed my shorts down, kicking them off the bed before pulling my vest off. My bravery lasted two seconds, and I covered myself with my hands.

He hooked his hands beneath his waistband and pushed his shorts down. The waistband caught on his cock, but it seemed sturdy enough to bounce and remain upright as the elastic gave way.

He didn’t rush.

He teased.

My first off-screen cock.

Then the shorts fell to the floor, revealing his heavily hung balls.

Nolan was not packing all that.

Zach gripped himself and slid his hand up and down the length, giving it a special tug at the tip.