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Something real.
The knowledge that it couldn’t last. That it was just a taste of an alternate reality where we weren’t stepbrothers and we could be together, one moment out of time, only made it more intense.
Wes took command of my body, cock included, so confidently you’d never know it was his first time with a man. But that was Wes. Always all in with everything he did. He found all my sensitive spots, using lips and teeth and strong fucking fingers to play me to his tune. I began to shake with so much pleasure I felt as if I’d self-immolate.
“Wes, fuck!” I broke into a million pieces as I came, scattering to the universe, part of me staying in that place where I could be his and he could be mine.
“Knew I’d make you scream for me,” he rasped, but his words were distant as I floated on waves of pleasure.
When I came back to myself, I wasn’t whole. Because I’d gotten a glimpse of that other life, what could be, and I knew…I could never have it.
CHAPTER2
WES
Beckett wasrigid in the seat beside me on the plane. He hunched over his phone, eyes fixed on the screen, shoulders halfway up to his ears. He’d gradually become tenser and quieter the closer we got to returning home.
Packing had been a depressing affair, with Beck flicking me despairing glances between neatly rolling his underwear into bundles. No amount of joking around as I tossed my clothes willy-nilly into my big duffel bag had lightened his mood, though he’d given me a weak-ass smile for the effort.
Once we got to the airport, he withdrew further, eyes staring blankly into the distance, only distracted acknowledgments when I asked if he was okay. If I knew Beckett—and I did—his mind was busy spinning out worst-case scenarios.
People in town tended to think we were both just a couple of dude bros acting like idiots. But the truth was, Beckett was much more complex than he let most people see.
He played the fool with me when he wanted to. That side of him was real, or we’d have never managed something as wild as getting married in Vegas. But there was always more going on under the surface.
He thought and thought and thought some more.
When he followed my lead, it was because he wanted a break from all that heavy headspace. Because I helped him let go and have fun.
He was probably regretting that right about now.
I glanced out the window to see the city of Omaha spread out ahead as the plane approached for landing. Once we arrived, we’d still have an hour-plus drive back to Granville, but our vacation would be officially over.
So was the unexpected but oh-so-gratifying honeymoon.
I was conflicted about that. Part of me was relieved to get back home, because hell, I’d never expected to act on this feeling, and I didn’t know how to be Beck’s boyfriend—or husband—when I was also his brother. Part of me was also regretful though, because hot damn had the sex been good. Who knew guy-on-guy action could be so hot? I was sure Tucker and Laurie knew firsthand, along with our other queer friends, but I’d never expected that for me.
My memories felt weird, sort of like a dream that had happened to someone else. If I knew Beckett, he was feeling everything I felt times one hundred.
“You okay, man?” I asked, despite asking half a dozen times in the past few hours. I grasped the back of Beckett’s neck, squeezing gently. “You’re strung pretty tight.”
He sighed, muscles loosening under my hand. “I was just reading up on annulment. That’s not going to work for us because we didn’t commit fraud, and as questionable as our decision-making was, we can’t really claim mental incompetence either.” He gave me a wry look. “Although Dad might disagree on that one if he found out the full truth.”
“Can’t we just get a divorce instead?”
“Yes.” He shifted toward me. “But that’ll mean the marriage happened. Legally speaking. I kind of was hoping to erase all this, you know?”
“Ouch, Bee. Pull out the stinger.”
Beckett scowled. “You know I hate that nickname.”
I smiled. “I know you pretend to hate it.”
It was a name I’d given him shortly after he’d moved in with our family. We were both sixteen, and he’d been prickly at first, quick with a sharp tongue that had primarily lashed out at me. It was a defense mechanism, and he’d calmed down once he felt more secure. But during that time, I’d coined him Bee because he was so quick to sting.
Beckett tried and failed to suppress a smile. “Better to be known as Bee than jackass, which was mostly what I called you back then.”
I laughed. “You weren’t exactly a Wes fan. Good thing I won you over, huh?” I winked.
