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CHAPTER 26

ELI

I slam into Edin again and he groans. My hand on the back of his neck tightens, which forces him to curl in on himself a little more. We didn’t manage to get our clothing off entirely. I have his tee hiked up under his pits, my hand is under it and through the collar, wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him where I want him. His shorts are off, discarded somewhere, but his sneakers are still on, and his underwear is around his left knee.

My shoes are still on, too, with my pants pooled around my ankles. My white button-down shirt remains on, but unbuttoned and open for Edin to stare at my chest.

That is, if he’s seeing anything. His eyes keep rolling back as he groans and grunts with every hard, deep thrust. Driving deeper and deeper as the heat inside me builds. I feel like a volcano. All the steaming, hot pressure building and building as I get ready to explode.

I lean back, pulling my cock out of him. Edin whines indignantly as I shift him from the bathroom counter. He catches himself on his feet, but only because I have his weight. When he’s somewhat standing, I turn him, hiking one of his legs up onto the counter, his knee dipping into the sink.

My arm wraps around Edin’s torso as I bring my dick back to his hole. I’m slow to reenter him, easing my way in. I kick his foot lightly and Edin shifts, widening his stance.

Then I’m fucking him again. Edin grunts, the sounds becoming more and more high-pitched as I pound into his ass. “That’s it,” I say, dropping my hand to his dick. He whines, a sound that’s cut off as I continue to fuck him. “Feel good, Edin. I love to make you feel good.”

Somewhere in my head, I remind myself that I’m not supposed to be calling him by his real name. He has a stage name or whatever. But for the life of me, I can’t remember what it is. All I hear is his needy voice. I see stars as I fuck him, taking everything he’s willing to let me take.

All of him.

His hand grips the side of the counter, the other digging into my forearm wrapped around his torso. I stare at him in the mirror, watching the pleasure dance all over his face. He fights it and then gives in. Fights it again and then allows himself to succumb.

“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur in his ear. “Look at you, Edin. The way you take me. I wish you could see how perfect we are together.”

My heart skips around wildly when he nods. I’m not sure what he’s agreeing to, but it suddenly becomes important for me to know.

“You know we’re perfect together, don’t you?”

Edin nods again. I jerk his cock with more intent now, matching my pace with my thrusts. It doesn’t take long before he comes. I milk him, making sure I get every last drop before I slow.

We still have one more shoot after this, so I get to make him come one more time in front of the camera before I take him home with me. For several minutes, we stay where we are. It’s been a while since he’s had a panic attack. I know he calls them breakdowns, but I think they’re panic attacks. There are all the hallmarks of one.

I wait, trying to listen to his breathing and his body to see if that’s where we’re going. To see what he needs from me.

Edin’s head falls forward and he takes a deep breath. He’s not shaking. In fact, another minute passes and he lets me have his body weight.

A smile curls my lips. He’s okay. I’m not sure if that’s a reflection of his progress in therapy or whether it’s a progression in our relationship. Not that our relationship has a label. I don’t even call him mine , but I sure as fuck think it.

Reluctantly, I pull my dick from him so I can take the condom off. I toss it in the trash bin and barely make it. It hangs over the side. I’ll call that setting the stage.

Keeping one arm still around Edin, I reach for another condom in the closest drawer and awkwardly get it on my dick. I didn’t get off, so I’m still frustratingly hard. Which is fine. I intended it this way.

Before pulling Edin to his feet, I pump another couple doses of lube into my palm and re-coat my cock. He sways, so I pick him up, wrapping his legs around my waist. Edin grins, burying his face in my neck as he wraps his arms around me.

Beyond the bathroom is a room set up as a library. Not for the first time, I wonder where the storage room is for all this stuff. The space looks like a legit library with rows of shelves filled with books. There are two different ends, though. One end looks like a public library with aisles. The opposite end looks like a private home library with a chaise lounge.

I choose the private home library. Considering the first shoot was against the bookshelves and the second in the attached bathroom, though I’m not sure what kind of library has a bathroom quite like that, I think I’ll move us to this private area next.

Laying him on the chaise and guiding him to his side, I lay behind him and guide my cock back inside his body. Edin groans. He rolls forward a little, bringing his knee up and pressing his face to the cushion.

Glancing up to make sure the cameramen followed, I wrap Edin back in my grip and ease him into round three. Usually, we take breaks between, but since I’m still hard, I think I’ll just move us right into the next one.

“You okay?” I ask Edin, keeping my voice down. “Need a break?”

He shakes his head. “I’m good.”

“Yes, you are,” I agree.

He huffs.

We take it slowly until he starts squirming under me. Then I fuck him with purpose. This time takes him longer because I didn’t give him time to recover. Once he comes again, I shove him onto his knees on the floor while I tug the condom off and make him take my dick.

The way he looks up at me with teary eyes, face covered in pre-cum and spit just does it for me. I’m easy on him because I’m not sure he enjoys deep throating; it’s not something we’ve talked about. He’s sucked my dick many times, but when he’s the one orchestrating it, he doesn’t let my dick get to the back of his mouth.

So, I’m inclined to believe he doesn’t like it a whole lot. Not that he seems to mind sucking dick. He’s sloppy and dirty and making delicious grunts and slurping sounds.

I grip his pretty curls in my hand as I pull his mouth away. “Open,” I demand as I jerk myself. I’m not sure if I’m trying to spill on his tongue or paint his face. Fortunately, I manage a bit of both. Edin remains right where I have him until I’m finished.

His eyes stay locked with mine as I trace his lips with my cockhead. “You’re so sexy, Edin,” I murmur.

Edin’s lips curl, though he keeps his mouth open.

“Swallow.”

Now his mouth closes and I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. He nearly makes me nut again when he licks his lips.

I crouch down so my knees are on either side of his and pull his face to mine, kissing him. Sharing my cum with him.

Then we stay where we are, foreheads pressed together, while we catch our breath.

Honestly, I should have given him a break, but when we got into my room and he bent over to pick something up with that tight ass aimed at me, I couldn’t help it. So yeah, maybe I tossed him onto my bed and fucked Edin for the fourth time today.

It’s not my fault I can’t keep my hands off him. I’m still rocking in his body, his fingers digging into my back, when my bedroom door opens. I don’t have to look to know it’s my brother.

He sighs. “Seriously. Is this all you do?” Zeke grumbles as he steps inside.

Edin buries his face in my neck. I can feel his skin heat, even as his legs wrap around my waist. As if it’s a little fuck you to my brother. Yeah, we’re doing this again . So what?

Zeke drops onto my bed. He’s above us again, lying across my pillows with his body curled down slightly so his head is beside my shoulder.

My chest aches for him. I know he’s lonely. My brother hates being alone, but he’s also exhausted from girls insisting they understand and accept his sexuality, only to become frustrated because he doesn’t dick them down when they want him to. There’s a lot of stigma around men not understanding that a romantic touch—like cuddling or a massage—can exist without sex. In reality, just as many women don’t understand it either.

I shift my body weight, so I’m not crushing Edin. Not that I think he’d mind. To make sure we can all be comfortable, I grudgingly take my cock from his body so I can slide down along his a little. That way I’m not so awkwardly lying on top of him and it’s a bit more natural.

Tangling one hand in Edin’s hair, I reach up with my other and take Zeke’s hand in mine. He sighs, shifting closer so he can press his face into my shoulder.

“Everything all right?” I ask quietly.

Zeke nods. “Yep.”

I kiss Edin’s neck until he relaxes, sucking along his earlobe, nipping at his jaw. He sighs, letting his head fall back. His legs are still locked around my waist, his cum caked between us like the filling of a cookie.

After a while, I turn my head to look at my brother. His face is still pressed to my shoulder, but I think the moment that truly seals the deal for my heart is seeing that Edin’s fingers are lazily moving through Zeke’s hair. Comforting him. Making sure Zeke knows Edin doesn’t mind that he’s here.

I bite my lip to keep unbidden words from flying out as I continue to watch.

My family, my siblings, my twin, especially, are the most important people in my life. We’re very close, all of us, but me and Zeke specifically. It’s a twin thing, probably. It was always going to be important for Edin and Zeke to get along. But to see Edin reach out to include him in our moment, even as awkward as it might be?

I bury my face in Edin’s neck, wrapping my mouth around his skin and sucking. If I don’t, I’m probably going to tell him I love him. This is a perfect moment right now and I sure as fuck don’t want to mess it up.

He’s not there yet, I know that. Edin has a whole mansion of struggles and trauma and baggage that he deals with on the daily. I won’t add to that. He’s not ready to be my boyfriend yet, so I know he’s not ready to hear that I love him.

But fucking hell, there’s no faster way to make me fall in love with this man than for him to comfort my brother when he needs it. Even when that need comes at a most inopportune time, like when we’re fucking. Any rational person would be horrified, freaked out, ask some questions about why Zeke feels comfortable enough to lie on the bed with us while we’re having sex.

Edin remembers, though. He remembers what I said about Zeke being lonely and craving intimacy that doesn’t come from sex. He wants this closeness, and when he doesn’t have someone who understands and will hold him like he needs, he comes to me, knowing I will always do what he needs to make sure he knows he’s loved. Just as he is.

And Edin’s doing the same. Without prompting. Without me or Zeke asking.

Yep. I’m so fucking in love with this man!

I suck his neck a little harder to keep the words from spilling out of me.