Brothers of Paradise Series

I suck in a breath as his hand toys with the hem of my shirt. He plays with it long enough that I can’t help but taunt him. “Checking the thread count, Marchand? I thought you were going to check me.”

A warm breath washes over my neck. His lips must be close to my skin, a mere inch away. “Of course,” he murmurs. “Fair is fair.”

The back of his knuckles brush against my lower stomach and I close my eyes at the sudden flare of heated surprise

His hand slips in under the hem and flattens against my stomach entirely. It’s inching closer to where I want him, and I don’t dare breathe for fear he’ll change his mind. He’ll go north again, he’ll say something about professionalism, or the points game.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he presses a hot kiss to my neck and slides his hand clean under the waistband of my shorts and panties. He gives me plenty of time to stop him, to grab his wrist and say no.

I don’t.

His hand slides further in between my legs. I spread them slightly, still hardly breathing, and then his fingers make contact. A shuddering breath escapes me as he discovers what I already knew.

“Fuck, Faye. This conversation really got you this wet?”

“Yes. Feeling you against my leg hasn’t helped, you know.”

He responds by pushing his erection more firmly against me, his hand softly stroking me, spreading and teasing.

“There is nothing wrong with this,” he murmurs. “You know that, right?”

Maybe I should be ashamed of what I do then-the mewling that escapes me, the faint rotation of my hips to get his fingers where I need them-but there’s no room for shame in my mind anymore.

“Yes,” I murmur. “I do.”

He slides his other arm under my neck, and it forms a steel band over my chest. I’m stuck, unable to do anything but lean against him and close my eyes at the sensations. His fingers circle my core and I shudder. It’s been so long, and his skilled hands seem to know just what to do. They’re the hands of a builder, an architect-a sailor.

And when he slips a finger inside me… I grip his arm and try to calm my erratic breathing.

He mutters a curse against my temple. “Fucking hell, Faye… Spread your legs for me a little more.”

I do what he says, the command sending fresh need pounding through me. He makes use of his better access immediately. Long strokes and short circles, alternating movements, relentlessly. He touches me until I’m hovering right at the edge, more turned on than I’ve been with a man before.

His lips press against my cheek. “You’re safe with me,” he murmurs. “Come for me.”

I couldn’t protest even if I wanted to. His movements speed up, and he adds another finger to the first. It’s game over-my release barrels through me. Henry holds me tight as my legs straighten, my mind blank, breathing hard.

He slowly withdraws his hand. “You feel so good, sweetheart. Unreal.”

It takes several moments before I can form thoughts again, but when I do, it’s to notice that he’s still painfully hard against my thigh. I roll my hips, and he groans obligingly, dark and husky.

I reach back to touch him, wanting to hear him groan with release because of my touch, to give him what he gave me. An iron grip locks around my hand.

“Not tonight, Faye.”

“But you’re still hard. Won’t sleeping be difficult?”

“It’ll go away,” he says, tucking me firmly into the curve of his body. “Trust me.”

“I do. I… thank you?”

He snorts, but it’s good-natured, his hand once again splayed innocently across my stomach. “Go to sleep, Faye.”

“All right. You too, though.”

There’s a touch of something against my hair-his lips? “I will.”

My body is loose and heavy, and it’s far too easy to relax in the comfort of his arms. We drift off like that, intertwined in the large master bed, and I sleep better than I have in a long while.

Henry

I blink my eyes open to sunlight through the window blinds and an empty bed. Reaching over, her side of the bed is cold. Damn.

I roll onto my back and try to think about the last time I slept this long. I genuinely can’t think of a time.

Faye didn’t stay in bed and she didn’t wake me up. A delicious smell is wafting from the door to the living room-coffee, bacon, something baking… How long has she been awake?

I toss back the covers and look down at my depressing morning erection. It had been difficult to fall asleep, with her in my arms and my body hellbent on sex, but I’d managed. No wonder it was rearing its head again now.

I get in the shower, my mind replaying the wondrous moments of last night. The softness of her neck against my lips. The slick warmth of her around my fingers. Her breathless moans. Yeah, the cold water of the shower is doing nothing at all for my painfully hard cock.

Last night had been unreal, yes, but I couldn’t afford to fuck this up. One wrong move and I might destroy Faye’s regard for me entirely. It would kill me if she ever regretted us.

So I take care of it myself, wrapping my hand around my hard, throbbing flesh. It doesn’t take long, given how aroused I am. I remember Faye against me, her body shaking through an orgasm, her sweet warmth squeezing around my fingers… and I break apart in the shower, release barreling through me.

I lean against the shower wall and close my eyes through the faint aftershocks. In my hand, my cock is finally under control again, but I know I’ll be hard again before long with Faye around.

I dry my hair and pull on clothes. The wedding doesn’t start for a few hours yet, so we have time to work before I have to get into the tuxedo.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

But when I open the bedroom door and see Faye in my sister’s kitchen… “What are you doing?”

“Making brunch,” she says, pouring orange juice into a glass pitcher.

“You’ve made eggs and bacon and pancakes and… what’s in the oven?”

“Muffins.”

“Why on earth would you do all that?” I ask, despite the grumbling in my stomach. “We have things to do.”

She closes the fridge with a bang. “Because your brothers are coming over for brunch.”

“They’re what?”

“Parker called the house this morning. He said you guys had something to work out.” She waves a hand as if this is all normal, and she makes me breakfast every day and talks with my brother. “Something about a wedding surprise for Lily? I’m not sure, but they’ll be here by ten. We’ll head to the reception together after that.”

It’s nine o’clock now. “You didn’t wake me?”