“Fucking right it does.”
“You know this is beyond messed up, right?”
“Don’t care.” Another long kiss.
“You know this can’t last, right?” Denver was still breaking down logistics even though his body was well ahead of his mind.
“Says who?”
“Says reality. Life will eventually interfere. It’s inevitable. We can’t hide this forever, and we can’t sustain this kind of secret.”
I couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
“Then we take advantage of it while we can. I want you, only you, and I’ll hold you for as long as possible.”
I found his cock and massaged him through his jeans. He was hard and ready. If I could have safely dropped to my knees right there in the dark street and sucked him off, I would have, but it was too risky.
“I need you, Den,” I rasped against his ear. “Don’t say no. Tell me you want it too.”
“One of us is going to get hurt. This is going to end so badly, I know it.”
“It won’t. I promise you.”
“You can’t make those promises. You don’t know.”
“Denver?” I found his mouth again and sucked his tongue, bit his lip, and made him squirm as I rubbed him through his pants. “Live in the moment with me for a change. Let’s worry about tomorrow when it gets here.”
He gasped and thrust against my hand. “You’re right. God, I want you. Your place. Chris never leaves.”
“Tate might be there.”
“You go first and check. If he’s home, kick him out. Tell him you want to get laid, and he’s in the way. Then we’ll barricade the door.”
“Then will you let me fuck you?”
Denver’s lust-drunk vision cleared as he studied my face, a million questions surfacing. “You mean—”
“I want to fuck you, Den. I want to own and claim your ass so badly. You have no idea. I wanna know what it’s like to bury myself balls deep and make you beg for it. I want to make you scream like that blond did at Ramon’s party.”
Denver shuddered. “Jesus, that’s hot.”
“Will you let me?”
“Let’s go.”
He gathered the ice chest and snagged my hand, dragging me across campus toward my building. We couldn’t get there fast enough.
Tate wasn’t home. I dragged my dresser across the room, blocking the door. If he came back too soon, at least he wouldn’t get an eyeful before we got warning he was there. So long as he didn’t see Denver, I could be fucking anyone.
Denver stripped the minute the dresser was in place, tossing his clothes on the ground as he made his way to my bed. With a few beers in his system, he struggled less with self-consciousness and doubt. He was eager, and his eyes lit up with expectation.
I was right behind him.
We’d moved past his initial reservations, so it was easy to fall into a heavy make-out session that included wandering hands and grinding cocks. The moment heated up in no time. When I had Denver on his back, I took him down my throat and sucked him for a while, ensuring he was on edge.
His cries filled the room as he squirmed and arched his back, fisted my hair with a death grip, and plunged into my mouth over and over.
“Find me the lube. That drawer.” I gestured without moving from between his legs.
He tossed it to me, and I coated a few fingers. I worked him open as he held his legs back.
“Holy shit, I can’t believe this is happening,” Denver said.
“You won’t regret it. I swear it.”
When he was good and loose, I donned a rain jacket and got into position.
“Gonna fuck you so good. You ready?”
Denver bit his lip and nodded. There was anticipation and eagerness behind his eyes.
I clung to that look and lined up, edging myself in before he could overthink.
Fully seated, I grinned at Denver, who shook his head and let out a breathless laugh. “You should see the look on your face,” he rasped. “You’d think you’d conquered the world, not my ass.”
“I feel like I have. You feel amazing. You ready?”
“I like it fast and hard.”
“I remember.”
Denver nodded, and it was game over.
I fucked him like he wanted, the bed slamming against the wall with our rhythm. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, panting and moaning and begging for more. It was frantic. When Denver reached for me and dragged me down, his nails cut into my skin.
He mashed our mouths together, and the kiss that followed was delicious chaos. It was sweaty and erratic and out of this world.
My orgasm hit without warning. I pounded my brother’s ass mercilessly, screaming my release as it pulsed through me again and again and again like it might go on forever.
Denver jerked himself, and within a few deep, well-angled thrusts, he came too. It was just how I remembered. His cries of pleasure filled my ears and sank deep into my bones. I’d done that to him. It had been me this time.
We collapsed side by side as we caught our breaths.
“So,” Denver said after a few silent minutes where I’d been pondering life and what this thing between us meant. “You want monogamy now? My brother? My brother, who never wants to stick with one person, wants to be exclusive with me?”
“Don’t make it into a thing.”
“It is a thing. It’s a huge thing.” When I didn’t respond, he continued. “It won’t work.”
“Then we ride the wave as long as we can.”
“Will this mess up our friendship? I don’t want to lose my brother.”
“I think lines have been crossed we can’t take back, Den. Too late.”
He sighed. “Swear to me, even if this has to stop, that we will always be friends.”
“I swear.”
“Promise me you’ll always tell me the truth.”
“I promise.”
“If you want out, say it. We need to be open with each other.”
I rolled to my side and smoothed the worry lines from his forehead. “I promise. You promise too? Goes both ways.”
“I promise. Honesty and friendship.”
“And good fucking.”
He laughed.
And it was great for the next three weeks until everything went to shit.
Chapter Six
Denver
Strangely enough, the relationship Harley and I had developed worked wonders for my everyday self-esteem. I felt alive and invigorated and ready to conquer the world. It was also edgy and rebellious, which was something I craved but rarely indulged in. We found a relaxed schedule that included spending as much time together as we could whenever one of our roommates were planning to be out of the way for a few hours at a time. Mondays and Wednesdays, Chris had a two-hour late class. Harley and I filled every second of that time with endless sex and talking. It was strange. Although we’d always been best friends, I felt like I knew him more now than ever before
Tate was more random, but he’d take off for hours at a time, and if Harley expressed a need for private time, Tate always respected his request and called before he planned to return home.
On those days, we used Harley’s room.