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As he retreats, Eldon dips to the back of my throat. Between them, they find a rhythm, keeping me filled at every moment, winding me up tight as I desperately anticipate the feel of Creed’s cum touching my skin.
My body is a raging inferno, ready to collapse between them as I use them and they use me to find the euphoria waiting for us.
“Fuck,” Creed grunts first, and a second later I feel his release coating my back, cool against my heated skin, and it makes my core tighten around Zane’s cock.
“Damn, Dove,” he grinds out, thrusting harder and deeper into me at a brutal pace, falling out of sync with Eldon so they’re both filling me at the same time and I can’t take anymore.
A frenzy consumes my body like I’ve never felt before, my body in the throes of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and it’s my complete undoing when Eldon grips my hair and paints the back of my throat with his release. I feel like I’m floating, my muscles spasming over and over as Zane slams into me with a finality that has him reaching his climax too.
My brain is foggy, my vision blurred, my body spent, and I’ve never felt better.
26
BRAX
Eat. Sleep. Workout. Repeat. Eat. Sleep. Workout. Jack off. Repeat.
That’s been my mantra for the weekend while I hide away from the rest of the house. I’m a fucking basket case, but that’s not new information. Classes might start again in a few hours but that just means I add them to the cycle as opposed to stopping what’s currently helping me.
Although,helpingfeels like a big stretch of the word since nothing has keptheroff my mind. It’s fucking annoying as hell and embarrassing as shit, but that’s where I’m at.
I haven’t made eye contact with the devil herself since she was in my lap, claiming my mouth. The feeling hasn’t gone away, the tingle on my lips and tongue still present, and it only makes me more frustrated with her. I don’t act like this. I’m not weak like this. But she seems to have a way of bringing it out in me.
Fuck.
Dipping down into another press up, I do two more and finish my set before pushing up to my feet with a sigh. Sweat clings to me as the early morning sun peeks over the mountain range in the distance. The view from this house is my favorite thing about it. It’s calming and breathtaking, offering a hint of serenity to this crazy life and the overwhelming emotions that continue to plague me.
I take a deep breath, exhaling hard as I step through the grass toward the low fence that lines the perimeter of our garden. Birds chirp in the distance, the waves crash below and the clouds float through the sky like my world hasn’t been flipped upside down. I still breathe it all in, letting my mind pretend everything is actually calm, but I know I’m lying to myself.
The unmistakable sound of the patio door sliding open pulls me from the moment and I slowly turn around to see Eldon. Uncertainty wars in his eyes, just like they have since I stormed out on Friday night, but I get the sense I can’t avoid him this time.
Maybe that’s a good thing.
“I had a feeling you would be out here early,” he says, moving toward the weights we have set up, and I make my way over to him.
“Well good for you,” I grumble, swiping a hand down my face, and he snickers.
“You’re a snarky bastard sometimes, you know that?”
“I’m aware.” I reach for my water bottle on the table beside him and feel his eyes on me the entire time I take a drink. Once the cap is back in place, he plants his hands on his hips and cocks a brow at me.
“Is there anything you want to talk about?”
“After all these years, you suddenly think I’m a talker?” I laugh, shaking my head at him in disbelief.
“No, but youaremy brother and I can sense something going on inside of you.”
“I don’t need you analyzing me,” I grunt, grabbing my towel and wiping it over the back of my neck.
“I never said you did, but if you’re hurting, I want to understand and help, Brax.”
It’s moments like this where the self-doubt worms its way in again and I’m left questioning if we’re standing here today as friends, as brothers, or because I’m a project for him. Despite his swagger and charm, he wears his heart on his sleeve and I can read him like a book. Which is why I also have to remember that he fucking loves so easily once he lets you in and, as bizarre as it may seem, that includes me too.
My parents were friends with his when I was small, both warriors in their own right, both lost to the shadows. I was five when the news came in and the confusion I felt over why my mama and papa weren’t coming home still haunts me to this day.
Eldon’s mother didn’t bat an eye at taking me in, she demanded it. My mama had a sister, my aunt Faron, but she refused to allow me to go anywhere but with her. The solace I find in her, her husband, and Eldon stems from her unwavering love.
My head space right now weirdly feels more fucked up than it did back then. I’ve never felt this level of confusion before, but I can sense why it has a hold on me and that’s exactly why I don’t like it.
