“Your brother said you fall hard and fast. Too fast, maybe?”
I combed my fingers through his hair. “Maybe sometimes.”
He looked nervous. “Do you think it was too fast with me?”
“No.” I slipped down the bed to put us eye to eye. “It was fast. Can’t deny that. But you made me slow down. I think that was a good thing, actually.” I cupped his face and kissed him. “Besides, you’re right for me, and he never was.”
“How do you know?”
“Because of your heart.” I pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the thump-thump beneath his breastbone. “You were so kind and generous with your time. You went the extra mile for Caitlyn and then some.”
“That’s just work.”
“It’s not just work for you.”
His eyes warmed. “You see me better than anyone I’ve ever met.”
I brushed my thumb along his jaw. “Then you know why I love you. Because anyone who really sees you—your wit, your humor, your generosity, your very cute ass—would fall in love with you, Sy. You’re so bright, so bold, how could I not see you?”
“I see you too. From the first night. No one has ever made me feel like that with a single date, but you’re so genuine, Bry. So sincere. Even when I had trouble trusting myself, I always trusted you.”
“Except when you thought I was my brother.”
He laughed. “Okay, well, forgive me for being suspicious of the idea that hot twins were running around Granville.”
“You think my brother’s hot? I don’t know if I can do this?—”
He slapped my arm, laughing. “Shut up.”
“Where’s the love?”
“Right here.” He kissed me long and sweet until the mood shifted.
I pulled him over me, wrapping my arms around his body. He latched onto a nipple, sucking, and I arched up with a quiet hiss.
He traced a line of kisses between my pecs and down my abdomen, shifting his body lower as he went.
I widened my legs, making space for him, and as I did, a new craving hit me. Or rather, a very old one. It had been years since I’d asked a man to fuck me, but right then, I wanted it more than ever.
Wanted Silas inside me, claiming me in every way possible.
“Sy,” I murmured.
He licked a stripe up my cock, sending a wash of pleasure through me. “What, sweetheart?”
He’d never called me sweetheart before. My heart thudded. “Will you fuck me?”
“Kinda doing that already.”
“No, I mean?—”
“I know.” He patted my thigh. “I’m teasing you. Of course, I’ll fuck you. God. It’ll be so good.”
I bit my lower lip, watching him sink down to bathe my cock with his tongue. He sucked me while he slid a finger behind my balls.
A cool, wet fingertip circled my rim, making me jerk. “Lube? How?”
He chuckled. “I have my ways.”
