Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,62
ready for this?”
“More than ready. Remember your promise to me. I’m already slipping beyond reason. He’s got his claws in me.”
“I remember. He’s okay with this, Har.”
“I know. I see it. I feel it.” He thumped his chest.
“And you?”
“I want him so badly it’s making me crazy.”
“Then it’s time.”
I aimed us toward the bedroom. One look at my queen-size bed and Harley pulled up short, groaning. “That thing is too small for the three of us.”
“I’ll get a bigger bed when there are three people prepared to share it with me every night.”
“Every night?”
“Every. Fucking. Night.”
“A California king?”
“Are you helping pay for it?”
He chuckled. “Totally worth it.”
“Every night, Har. I’m serious.”
“Are you expecting me to move in here? Explain that to Mom and Dad. Fuck, explain that to Vanya because she will be so up in my shit if we do that, wanting to know why. She can tell when I lie to her, Den. We’d never get away with it.”
I chuckled as I stripped him out of his clothes, one garment at a time, chucking them on the floor. “We’ll figure it out.” Naked, I palmed his dick, making him hum and moan and close his eyes in pleasure. “Are you gonna fuck him tonight?” I asked.
“Depends.”
“On?” I rolled his balls in the palm of my hand, and Harley exhaled a sharp breath.
“Did you guys get your results?”
“Yes. This morning. Negative. Both of us.”
Harley laughed. “You opened his mail?”
I shrugged. “Sue me.”
“I got mine too. Negative.”
The massage turned into a more purposeful stroking action, taking Harley from semiaroused to full mast.
“Do you just wanna watch us tonight?” he asked.
“No. Not sure I can observe without getting involved, but I’ll let you start.”
“How about you get on your knees and get me good and ready for him. God knows the kid will shoot off like a fucking cannon in five seconds flat. Don’t need him showing me up.”
“He’ll get jealous if he walks in and sees us like that.”
Harley shoved me to my knees. “Only until he knows why you’re doing it. Then he won’t care.”
I couldn’t argue with his logic. When I hit my knees and peered up at my brother, I was catapulted back in time. We were at Ramon’s party where it had all begun. By the look in Harley’s eyes, he was thinking about that night too. He traced his thumb over my waiting lips.
“You always were a cock-sucking god on your knees.”
And I had every intention of living up to that title. I’d always loved having a cock in my mouth, especially Harley’s. The weight of it on my tongue, the way he tested my limits, shoving in far enough to test my gag reflex. I’d gotten much better over the years, but it was the addicting quality of his flavor that made me tighten my lips and hum each time he leaked.
I hollowed my cheeks and gave him the deep-throat attention I remembered drove him wild. I flicked my tongue around his head when I came up for air, then buried my nose in his trimmed pubes again, relaxing my throat as I invited him to thrust as deep as he could go.
“Fuck,” he growled, a sound that informed me those moves were still his favorite. He tugged my hair, forcing me to submit to the assault as he took all control. “You are so fucking good at this.”
He fucked my mouth mercilessly until my eyes watered, and I got another hefty taste of his precum.
I distantly noted the shower was no longer running. When a tiny inhale of surprise came from the doorway, I knew Edison had joined us.
I peeked up at Harley from under tear-wet lashes. His attention was on Edison. “Lose the towel,” he demanded. “Get on the bed and show me that sweet pucker I’ve been dreaming about.”
The sound of a towel falling was followed by Edison moving into my line of vision, his perfect ass bouncing as he scurried to the bed.
Harley gave a few more short jerks of his hips before yanking me off and angling my face up. My lips were raw and tingling. I said, “I have an idea.”
Harley hitched a brow. “Gonna be bossy on your knees, are ya?”
I grinned salaciously. “Don’t act like you hate it. Come here.”
Harley squatted, his gaze fixed on my mouth. “Tell me?”
I whispered it in his ear.
Chapter Fifteen
Harley
My brother had a dirty fucking mind when he wanted to, and who was I to argue with the fantasy he’d painted