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Chapter 17

Brodie

My house was a disaster and it felt like a metaphor for my life. I kicked a box away from the side of the bed then turned and gathered Liam close. Leaning in, I breathed deep, dragging my nose up the side of his neck. My tongue poked out and I licked a trail up to the tender spot underneath his ear. He shivered against me. His hands rested on my hips and his fingers curled, digging into my flesh.

He chased my mouth until he caught it and that felt symbolic too. After all, he’d found my home and chased me down. Shown up and waited for me to give him the time of day. All the while my heart was jumping for joy, it was my brain that told me not to trust him.

Right now my brain was blessedly quiet. Liam’s mouth on mine, his tongue sliding against mine, breath mingling, heartbeats syncing, it was everything I imagined being in love would feel like. Like being without him was being without a limb. That breathing was easier when he was around.

I was aware from the start that I’d been Liam’s only lover who was also a man. He’d known he was bisexual, but knowing of your attraction and feeling safe enough to act on it were two different things.

“Are you sure?” I asked Liam as he broke the kiss and got into bed. He and I had more than our share of sex. In beds and dark alleys and club bathrooms. But seeing him in my home, in my bed, had my cock aching, throbbing, desperate to sink into him and lay claim. It made me feral.

Vulnerability shone in Liam’s eyes. He was naked before me, and not just in the physical sense. It was like he was letting me see inside him, like he’d stripped all his walls down for me.

“I need you, Brodie.”

I loved the way he said my name like it was the best word he knew. Like it was magic. And maybe it was. Maybe it was my Achilles heel, because I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and then I was kneeling on the bed between his legs.

I loved Liam before and I’d lost him. I wouldn’t survive losing him again, but I’d already let him in. The damage was done. I was Liam’s—body, soul, and heart. Stupid tender heart that squeezed every time Liam looked at me like I was his answer.

After we met and it became clear to us that we didn’t want to see other people, we’d ditched condoms. Reaching for one now would feel like a step backward, but I asked anyway.

“Do you want me to go bare?”

His eyes were dark pools of lust. “More than anything.”

He reached for me, fingers sinking into my sides, anchoring him to me. “More than oxygen,” he said.

I kissed him then, softly, on the corner of the mouth. Liam opened to me like a bloom in spring. He wound his arms around me and pulled me close. I indulged him, letting him kiss me again and again. Our bodies lined up and his cock was hot and hard against mine. Even if he changed his mind and didn’t want to take things further, this was enough. It was more than enough. Just having him here with me made everything okay.

But Liam became unsettled. His kisses were as frantic as his hands, which couldn’t decide where they wanted to be, so they were everywhere. And then he said my name again. The magic word.

“Brodie,” he said in his wrecked voice, thick with desire and too many emotions to untangle.

I reached for the lube and applied a generous amount to my fingers. Liam spread his legs wider for me. His lower lip was pinned with his teeth and his body practically shook with nerves and anticipation. We’d done this before, but not often. Liam was new to it and I didn’t mind bottoming for him. And sometimes we had sex with no penetration at all. That was good too, but Liam wanted this and I wanted to give it to him.

“Breathe, baby.” Gently, I massaged the soft skin between his cheeks. I teased his hole until it was lube-slick and relaxed enough for me to ease a finger inside. The groan Liam let out made my dick twitch.

Removing the digit earned me a disgruntled look, but I added more lube and went in again. This time it was easier. Still tight, but the lube helped me slide that finger in and out, loosening him.

Liam stared at me like he couldn’t believe I was here. Like I might disappear if he looked away. I felt the same about him. I leaned forward and stole a kiss. It was messy and perfect. While my tongue distracted him, I added a second finger. He gasped at the intrusion, but his gasp turned into a moan so loud and long I was thankful we were somewhere private with no other guests lingering in the hallways. No maids coming in because we forgot to hang the Do Not Disturb sign.

Smiling down at him, I crooked my fingers and pressed against that little bundle of nerves that I knew would light up his universe. Liam’s eyes slammed shut, then flew open. His hands gripped me, pulled at me, cupped my face.

“Please, Brodie. I need you. I—” Liam’s words snapped off when I pulled my fingers from his ass.

He lay trembling, silently waiting as I added lube to my cock, slicking it so I wouldn’t hurt him. I spread some more between his cheeks for good measure. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt him. It was part of the reason I forgave him. He hurt me, yes. But his hurt also wounded me. His regret was still etched into his eyes, like it had been carved into his soul.

I lined my cock up with his hole. Grabbing his dick with my other hand, I stroked it nice and slow, distracting him from the fact that I was about to breach him. Liam still reached for me. His hands stroked up my thighs. His fingers flexed, pressed into my flesh when I pushed forward, sliding the head of my cock into him at a glacial pace. I didn’t top often and the grip his ass had on me always took me by surprise.

Sucking in a deep breath and vowing not to blow the minute I was all the way in, I pushed deeper. A shaky breath rattled into Liam’s lungs and his body opened for me, welcoming me home.

Missionary got a bad rep from people, but I loved it. Sure, other things were great too, but I sank into Liam, buried myself to the root, and then slanted our mouths together. His arms wrapped around me, caging me against him. Heels bit into my ass and I started to move at his insistence.

He was tight and slick and so fucking perfect wrapped around me. His ass was impossibly tight, but yielded little by little for me. When our kiss broke and Liam tipped his head back, exposing his throat to me, I sat up. Sliding a hand down his leg to his knee, I lifted it and folded it to his chest. Using it as leverage, I pulled back so just the head of my cock remained inside him.

Then I slid home all at once. Crying out, he fisted the bedding. He tugged at the sheets. His back arched off the bed and pleas for more fell from his lips. Holding on to his leg, pressing it to his chest, I thrust into him again. And again. And again. And Liam’s chest turned red with arousal. The tips of his ears too. The side of his throat. It was like I was changing him, if only temporarily.

Indulging myself, I reached down and toyed with his nipple, flicking and tugging at it as I continued to fuck him.

Liam looked like a man on the edge, ruined hair, wild eyes, pink cheeks. “Can we... can we… the other way?” Liam asked somewhat shy for a man who had my dick up his ass.

“The other way?”

“On my stomach.” His gaze darted away.

“You want to roll over so I can take you that way?” I asked, already pulling out so he could flip over.

Liam rose up, kissing me first, tangling our tongues together in that heady, needy way that sent my spiraling headfirst into desperation. Then he was rolling over, spreading himself out before me, all long lines and exposed flesh. He turned his head and glanced back at me.

Reaching for him, I dragged my hands down his back. On his left shoulder he had two small, dark moles and I leaned down, pressing my lips to them as I’d done before. As I did frequently.

Liam folded his legs, raising his ass in the air for me. An invitation and a plea all in one. Lining up, I smoothed my hand down his back and rested it on the globe of his ass as I slid back inside him.

A keening sound tore out of Liam and he immediately started rocking back, fucking himself on my cock. I let him take over, let him use me as a fuck toy while I grabbed his ass, stroked his back, felt every curve and contour of his skin.

My hands slid up his sides, then down his arms. I lay over him, plastering myself to his back, my hips jerking as I fucked myself deeper into him. His hands found mine and our fingers twined together. He clutched me tight, almost to the point of discomfort.

The back of his neck was damp with sweat and I kissed it off him. Need and want and excitement pooled hot in the pit of my stomach. Everything in me drew tight, coiled like a spring. Liam was a wreck. Nothing that came out of his mouth was coherent, just a stream of sounds that I wanted to record, preserve, play on repeat forever.

“I’m so fucking close.” I told him. I could have told him that I loved him, that this moment was everything to me. That even when my heart had been smashed and shattered, I never hated him for a single second. I loved him too much. But the words wouldn’t come. I scraped my teeth against his shoulder, not quite biting, but letting him know I could. Wanted to, even.

“Come in me, Brodie. Brodie, please.” Liam untangled one of our hands and I reached around, beating him to it, wrapping my hand around his cock before he could touch what was mine.

I jerked him, relishing the way he bucked and jerked underneath me. Every wanton noise and shaky breath was a balm to my soul and soon he was coming in hot ropes that shot out of him, pooling somewhere beneath him. Running down my fingers and in all the spaces between. Closing my eyes, I kissed the nape of his neck, and then I was coming. Every bit of pleasure that had built up in me released all at once. My hips took on a mind of their own and I rode him hard, still jerking him, still touching and kissing him wherever I could reach until I was breathless and boneless.

Eventually I stilled, but didn’t pull out. I stayed where I was, lying on his back like a blanket, kissing the nape of his neck still, tasting the salt and satisfaction on his skin. Sunlight stretched in through the windows, casting everything in a serene kind of glow that matched how I felt on the inside. I found myself saying the words I wished I’d have heard from him when everything imploded.

“I want you to stay.”