thing that makes sense,” Bryce said. “And if we know anything, we know Tom Simpson was capable of far worse.”
“Capable of drugging his own son?”
“How else does this make sense? How could Joe and I nearly forget that a kid died on our watch?”
“It wasn’t your watch. You were children. You weren’t responsible.”
He shook his head. “Still…”
“I know.”
How well I knew. I was merely an embryo when Talon was taken, and still I felt responsible. It was silly but no less real.
“Then he just seemed to disappear. No one talked about him. His family moved away. It’s creepy.”
Creepy was too tame of a word, but I understood what Bryce meant.
“You and Joe have been keeping this to yourselves all this time?”
“Yeah. We don’t talk anywhere that might be bugged. That’s why I brought you outside.”
“But the cabin…”
“I know. It’s unlikely, especially since no one found the stuff hidden in the bedroom, but Joe and I aren’t taking any chances. That’s why I need your promise that this stays between us.”
“You have to tell Joe that you told me.”
“I can’t. Then he’ll know…”
“That you and I are…”
What were we? I paused, hoping he’d fill in the words.
He didn’t.
“We’ve slept together,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. “So what?”
“You’re his little sister.”
“Who used to have pink and yellow unicorns on the walls of her room. We’ve been through that, Bryce.”
“Yeah, but he can’t know that I… You know… Without…”
“You’re making no sense at all.”
“That I fucked you, Marj. That we fucked without any commitment.”
“You’re not the first man I fucked without a commitment.” Though his words hurt. After all this time, I still wanted a commitment from him. I loved him so much.
“It’s not even that. It’s that…”
“For God’s sake, spit it out!”
I was immediately sorry for my harshness.
Then again, I wasn’t. I felt for what Bryce and Joe had rediscovered, but how much was I supposed to take?
He raked his fingers through his disheveled blond hair. “I love you, goddamnit! I love you, Marjorie Steel. I love you with everything I am!”
I froze, my skin going numb while my heart thundered. “I know,” I said softly.
“You’re everything to me. Every fucking thing.”
Then his lips were on mine, and I opened for him. The kiss was so powerful and so full of love.
Our tongues twirled together in perfect harmony like the strings of a violin and then clashed like cymbals.
My nipples tightened and my pussy pulsed.
He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.
He broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes, his own eyes burning. “Inside. Now.”
I wasn’t about to argue as he pulled me back inside. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. We ditched our clothes in the entryway, and then he lifted me, pushing my back against the rough wall. I might get a splinter in my back, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was Bryce inside me, filling me, leaving every last crevice of emptiness a distant memory.
Then he was inside me, pumping, his lips on mine.
Perfection. All perfection.
My clit rubbed against his rough pubic hair, and soon an orgasm was imminent. I groaned into his mouth as the tickle in my pussy intensified, shooting out to my limbs, stars exploding around me. Still we kissed, and his groan told me he knew I was coming.
Coming for him.
He thrust again, again, again…
Once more…
Until—
He embedded himself so deeply inside me, we became one.
Every pulse of his cock radiated through my body, my heart.
My very soul.
Finally we broke our kiss, both of us panting, and he released me. My feet hit the floor, and I melted against him, his chest slick with perspiration.
“My God,” he rasped.
I nodded into his chest.
“I love you so fucking much.” He kissed the top of my head.
“I love you too, Bryce. Always.”
He pulled away slightly and met my gaze. “I was so afraid. I…still am.”
“It’s okay.”
“But it’s not. You deserve a whole man.”
“You are a whole man, Bryce.”
“I don’t feel whole.”
I couldn’t help a short laugh. “Who among us does? Do you think I’d have cut myself if I felt whole?”
“But—”
I pressed my fingers against his lips. “Stop. I’m not making light of anything either of us has been through. But you are as whole as anyone else is. Believe it. I do.”
“I have so many other responsibilities. Henry. My mom.”
“Who says I’m going to be your responsibility?”
“I do. I want you to be. I want to take care of you.”
“I love you for that. I do. But I’m not looking