But I wanted more. I ached for him, wanted to beg him to plunge inside me and take me, fill me up in the way only he could. Instead he was tauntingly slow, deliberate. His hands held my legs apart as his tongue darted in and out, circling and circling and driving me toward the edge.
I buried my hands in his hair, panting now. Pleasure spiraled through me, building and growing. I wanted to cry out but managed to hold it in, as the tingles in my body grew, until I couldn’t take it anymore. And then the intense climax hit, my entire body throbbing with pleasure. He knew I was coming but he didn’t stop, his tongue swirling as the pulsing ebbed, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
He stood and undressed, unzipping his pants and unbuttoning his shirt.
Moments later, his thick, hard cock was unleashed and he was lowering himself onto the bed and onto my waiting body. Before I knew it, he was sliding between my legs and entering me.
Fucking me the way I’d wanted.
Fucking me the way I needed. This is what I would remember.
This is what I would take with me when I was away from him. The pain of the leaving was already in my stomach, deep inside, merging with the pleasure he was giving me.
It was an ache deeper than I could name.
“You feel so good,” he whispered into my ear, biting and nipping at my tender flesh as he fucked me.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, so that my bare breasts pushed against his hard chest.
I wrapped my legs around him as his thrusts grew rougher, harder.
And then he shoved one last time, hard, and slowed, his cock throbbing inside me. I groaned, relishing the feel of it.
He stilled, his chest heaving, my arms still around his shoulders. He kissed my neck, and then straightened, and I had to reluctantly release him.
“Can you stay for just a little while?” I asked, my voice so soft that only he could hear me.
Landon nodded. He crossed to the other side of the room, turned off the light and then came back to the bed.
He crawled into bed beside me, holding me close, as I turned and let him spoon me.
I wanted to remember what this felt like. The heat of him. The feel of his strength, his scent, the knowing that we’d been as close as two people could be.
I mentally recorded every emotion, every sound, every sensation that went through my body.
Soon, the only thing I’d have left of Landon would be memories.
He left before dawn, kissing me and telling me that he’d call me later.
I almost broke and told him the truth, but then my resolve strengthened again. There would be no breaking down and admitting the truth. I wouldn’t spare him, just as he hadn’t seen fit to spare me the pain and confusion of the last three years spent wondering why he’d left so suddenly.
I still had no answers.
Now it would be his turn to wonder.
I lay in bed, unable to fall back asleep, my thoughts racing. Just before dawn, I got in the shower and then changed into my traveling outfit—light capris and a sweater.
My flight wasn’t until early afternoon, giving me plenty of time to pack my stuff before I had to go.
My suitcase was stored in the closet under the stairs, so I went down and tugged on the string attached to the light and dug it out. It was worn, a black that looked more like grey.
I dragged it toward the kitchen, colliding with the chairs, knocking one to the ground. I froze, worried that I’d woken my father and my brother. Dad didn’t need to be up for another hour or so, and Matt…well, Matt liked to sleep late even on his best days.
But no one stirred, so I picked up the chair and scooped up my brother’s jacket that had fallen to the floor.
I was draping it over the back of the chair when a piece of paper scratched against my hand.
Sliding it out of his pocket, I saw Franciscan Medical Center printed across the top. My throat went dry. I never wanted to see those three words again, because that’s where my mother went… and didn’t come home again. I sighed and sat down. If her death hadn’t been enough to break us, the bills nearly did. The last thing we needed was yet another.
I slipped my thumb under the flap, sliding out the tri-folded paper. But as I flipped it open, I knew immediately it wasn’t a bill. The letterhead was an unfamiliar name, a Dr. Wallace.
My heart climbed into my throat as I saw my brother’s name. And then it stopped completely when I saw what the letter was about.
It was a diagnosis.
Lymphoma.
My brother had cancer.
The End of Book 1
Part II
Filthy Lust (Second Chance With My Brother’s Best Friend, Book Two)
Chapter 1
The paper fluttered to the ground, and I sank to the floor, pulling my knees up close and hugging them to my chest.
Cancer.
Images barreled through my mind. Me sobbing until my eyes felt like sandpaper. My mom, hooked up to way too many tubes and lines, until she looked more machine than human.
And when it was all over, my dad, holing up in his room and hardly coming out for days. The days had floated by, a long stream of nothingness as we all tried to figure out what shape to take when there was a giant hole in the middle of our lives.