Then and only then did the kissing stop. Out of breath, covered in cum and a thin sheen of sweat, we panted and stared at one another.
A slow smile spread across Harley’s face.
“That was fucking intense as shit. Wow.”
“This is not right.” It was the only thing I could think to say.
“Fuck that. Who cares? It’s just a bit of fun. Don’t make it more than that.”
Then Harley kissed me again, stopping my next argument because he knew I’d have many.
It was good. Dangerous, which was likely what turned Harley on so much.
But my brain wouldn’t shut up despite how much I was enjoying myself. It screamed and yelled and protested.
With effort, I managed to replace the steady stream of objections with Harley’s mantra. It was fun. It meant nothing. It wasn’t anyone’s business. Who cared?
Those words wouldn’t hold me—I was too much of a worrywart—but they’d work for now.
Chapter Five
Harley
Postorgasm, lying with my brother beside me, my dick still wet with his saliva, I knew the peaceful calm wasn’t going to last. Denver’s brain was roaring its protest so loud I could hear it. Okay, what we’d shared wasn’t normal, but who cared? I wasn’t grossed out. He didn’t seem to be either. It had felt fucking fantastic. So what was the big deal?
Oooohh, we were brothers. So taboo. Insert massive eye roll. I didn’t give a shit about what other people thought. Turned out, my brother knew how to suck cock like a beast, and what kind of idiot would I be to not take advantage of that shit?
Denver, on the other hand, was struggling to make it okay in his head. If I didn’t convince him to stop worrying soon, he’d be out the door.
I wasn’t ready for that.
After he’d dropped me off earlier, I’d landed in bed with a swirl of thoughts racing through my head. I’d relived his mouth on me while jerking off. Tate, my roommate, had given me shit for doing it in front of him, but I didn’t care. I’d been horny again and came like a beast the second I recalled Denver’s deep-throating skills.
But that hadn’t been the only thing on my mind when I’d been pleasuring myself. I hadn’t been able to stop replaying the way my brother had lost his shit when that blond guy had fucked him last night. It was one of the hottest things I’d seen in a long time.
Denver showing up this afternoon hadn’t surprised me. I knew when he’d dropped me off that morning he was bordering on panicked. A couple of hours of sleep had only cemented those stupid societal norms deeper into his brain.
Denver didn’t know how to let loose. Everything was a goddamn battle of right versus wrong for him. But I knew…. I knew he was just as surprised and turned on by last night as I was. He’d wanted it. I’d barely had to encourage him. A little reassurance was all it had taken. Once he’d seen how at ease I was, how much I didn’t care about our relationship, he’d jumped. Holy fuck, his mouth was heaven. I only wished I’d been able to hold off longer.
And now the orgasm was fading, and the gears were all unsticking, and Denver was going to flip his lid.
My phone rang on the bedside table. I snagged it and checked the caller ID. Shianne. Apparently, ignoring her wasn’t sending a clear enough message. I didn’t answer and rolled back to my brother.
His eyes were wild. Twice his throat bobbed with a difficult swallow. Yeah, this was going south.
I had about ten…
Nine…
Eight… Seven… Six…
Five…
Four…
Three… Two…
“You know,” I said, interrupting the intake of air that would have been swiftly followed by an explosion of uncertainty and panic. “We should make this a thing.”
He tried to bolt upright, but I was faster. He may have been slightly bigger than me, but I had agility and speed on my side. I pinned him to the bed, our bare cocks lining up. I couldn’t help grinding once and savoring the new tingle stirring my blood to life again.
“Harley, you’re insane. They’re gonna lock us up.”
I snorted. “For sex? Are you serious? They aren’t going to lock us up.” I ground against him again, and he squirmed. Maybe he was trying to get away, but the friction was blissful, and when he realized what he was doing, he stilled.
“What if your roommate comes back? Do you know how this looks?”
I peered between our bodies, watching our lengths together. I moved once more, and Denver grabbed my hips, stopping me.
“It looks amazing. Did you lock the door when you came in?” I asked.
His eyes went wide. “I don’t know.”
“Then I guess we’d better hope Tate finds something to keep him busy or he’s gonna get an eyeful, isn’t he?”
“Harley!”
“Listen. Are you hearing me?”
Denver dashed his gaze to the door and back to my face.
When I knew I had his attention, I continued. “How often do you get to fuck?”
His brows met, and the sheer horror on his face made me laugh. “Why are you asking me that?”
“I’m gonna guess once a month? Am I right?”
He frowned, muttering, “Less. I’m not you.”
“So, think about it. Why not take advantage of this? We could keep each other sated all the time. It’s perfect. Convenient. All the sex, none of the relationship crap. It’s simple.”
“Simple? This isn’t simple, Harley. It’s fucked up.”
“Only if you make it that way. Why are you so weirded out?”
“Because it’s wrong. We’re brothers.”
“So? That makes it better to me. Who else do I trust like you? No one. It feels good. It’s fun. Why make it taboo just because someone out there says we aren’t allowed? It’s not their business. They don’t have to know. Answer me this, and don’t overthink it. Be fully honest.” I spent a minute riding his cock until he was hard again, and his nails dug into my skin. His breath puffed and stuttered. His lashes fluttered.
“Does it feel good?” I asked in a whisper.
“Yes.” He blurted his answer without thinking. “So good.”
“Exactly. It feels fantastic. So why the fuck are you against it?”
“Harley…”
I kept moving. “Let’s make it even better. We can have all kinds of fun like this. We can fuck around all we want. No one has to know. No strings. Just good old-fashioned fun.”
I rode him until he came, shuddering under me. In a few more short thrusts, I followed. God, I could do this all day. We were a mess of cum and sedation, but I knew we couldn’t pass out on my bed like this, or Tate would come back and find us there.
The people at the party were one thing, but Tate could have us kicked out of our dorms, or school, or worse. That wouldn’t be good.
Denver still hadn’t answered me. I let him get up because I knew he needed space. His arguments fell away as we cleaned up the mess and fixed our clothes. Dressed, Denver hovered in the middle of the room looking lost.
“Wanna go out and grab food?” I asked.
He shook his head and met my eyes. “I have to study and finish some papers.”