Brother to Brother: The Sacred Brotherhood Book I (21 page)

“You know why, don’t you?” I asked softly, staring at the paper wrapped box in my hands, the bright, fabric yellow ribbon blurring.

“No, he never said.”

“It was because when I was growing up,” I had to clear my throat before continuing, “all of my friends at school had birthdays, but I never did. Phil didn’t believe in celebrating them.” Archer came and sat down next to me, putting a hand on my knee. “I don’t know why that always hurt me so much, but it did. It bothered me, a lot, and when Grinder found out about it, he always made such a big deal about it, you know? Always made sure to take me on a real date. Dinner, dancing, whatever I wanted, and he always made sure to give me
something,
always made sure to tell me he loved me. It was part of what made him so special.”

Archer nodded and asked gently, “So you going to open it? You’re killin’ my nerves here, Baby.”

I laughed and dashed at the collection of moisture on my lashes. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly before tearing into the paper, edging the ribbon off around the corner of the box.

“No!” I gasped and looked at him, “Are you serious? Are you fucking serious right now!?”

“Hey, language woman!” he said, laughing.

“Archer, this must have cost you a
fortune
!” I cried looking at the expensive, state of the art, digital camera; and I do mean
state of the art,
like something a professional would use.

He shrugged and cleared
his
throat, “You like to take pictures,” he said as if that explained why I had a camera in my lap that probably cost more than what my car was worth
when it was new!
Okay, maybe that last was an exaggeration, but still, it was certainly worth more than twice maybe even three times what my car was worth
now
.

“I don’t even know how I would work something like this,” I admitted hugging it and the box close to my chest.

“Well, it’s kind of a two part gift…” he admitted and pulled out an envelope from the inside of his cut. I had to set my beautiful new camera down in my lap to take it and I
really
had to blink at the return address on it.

“Art school?”

He nodded, “Photography lessons, from the ground up. You take some pretty good pictures with your phone, I kind of can’t wait to see what you could do with this thing.” I blinked, and just kind of stared at him open mouthed. “I can take it back if you hate it.”

“Oh my god, no! I don’t hate it, I
love
it… it’s just… it’s just…” I didn’t have the words.

“It’s not too much, I have quite a few birthdays to catch up on,” he shrugged again, “Consider this me cashing in all at once.”

“I don’t know what to say,” I uttered staring at the expensive gift in my hands. “Thank you.”

He smiled and gave a nod, “I’m glad you like it.”

“I want to try and play with it, even though I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Sure,” he said, “I made sure the battery was charged, and I figured there would be lots to take pictures of around here. Why don’t you go for it?”

I gave him a sly grin, “You going to be my model?” I asked and he laughed.

“Fuck no. One shot of my ugly mug and I’d break the lens.”

I bowed my head, and took it out of the box, “I don’t know,” I said lightly, “I was thinking I kind of scored with a good looking husband…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I said and it must have shown on my face, or in the way I held myself, the nervousness because what he said next… it was the only explanation as to
why
he said it.

“I’m not like my brother, Mel. I won’t cheat on you. I don’t give a fuck how much free pussy walks through the club. I made a commitment so yours’ll be the only one I’m fucking.”

I smiled, blushing faintly and said, “Well when you put it
that
way.”

“I mean it,” he said and his tone was serious.

I nodded, “I know you do,” I said softly, “And thank you for that, too.”

“That ain’t something you should thank me for, Mel. That’s something you should just
expect.
”

“That’s the thing about expectations though, Archer. When you have them, they’re easy to get broken and when they do, it hurts, so I just try not to have too many anymore. I raised the camera to my eye and snapped a picture of him. I looked at the little screen and made a face. I hadn’t adjusted the lens correctly, so it was all blurry. He put his head next to mine to look.

“You’ll be giving Ansel Adams a run for his money in no time,” he said dryly and I laughed.

“I didn’t even know you knew who Ansel Adams
was
.”

“Sure I do, they were all those black and white pictures you had on your walls back in AZ, weren’t they? The ones of the desert and trees and shit, right?”

I nodded, “I like nature pictures, but I like taking pictures of people, too… I like black and white, but color is just as beautiful.” I adjusted the lens and took another picture of him, smiling when I looked and it came out clear; his gold green eyes practically glowing with some unnamed emotion I’d never seen come from him before.

He looked at it and nodded and I set the camera carefully on one of the tables beside the bed, and the box and wrapping paper on the floor. I turned back to him and smiled, his hand finding my hip and sliding under my shirt.

“Happy birthday, Mel… sorry it was so late.”

“It was worth the wait,” I admitted, my breath squeezing from my lungs with the heated look he was giving me. He leaned forward and I closed my eyes, expecting the kiss to fall on my lips, but it didn’t. Instead, his lips brushed over that spot on the side of my neck that left me jumping, an effervescent rush sweeping over the half of my body he paid attention to.

This time, the sex was even more slow and deliberate than it’d been last night. He took his time slipping me out of my clothes and let me give him the same consideration although I was a bit shyer when it came to my explorations.

It surprised me how patient he was being with me, I didn’t think he had it in him to be honest. I’d never in a million years expected that Archer knew how to be soft, how to be kind; how to be gentle, but with every light touch of his lips against my skin, every caress of his roughened fingertips, the man was slowly stripping away my misconceptions as well as my clothes.

“Lay on your stomach,” he murmured once he had me nude, and I complied, my curiosity at what he had planned having developed far more than any fear I’d held on to. He kissed my back, his teeth lightly scraping in these sensational little love bites, a sharp contrast with the tickling sweep of his hair that followed. His lips were warm and his touch made my senses wake up, coming alive until I was squirming underneath his attentions for want of a deeper touch. He pressed his hands to my ass cheeks and spread them. I stiffened for a moment, but he wasn’t going there. Instead, he found the opening to my pussy with his cock, and pressing me into the mattress, slid inside. I groaned in pleasure, the angle sharper and deeper somehow. Archer swept my hair up off my neck and fisted it gently at the back of my head, running his tongue along the side of my neck as I grew impossibly wet, his cock slipping from me once or twice until with a curse he got up off of me.

“On your knees for just a second, Baby,” he said, voice husky and I complied, expecting him to just fuck me doggy style, less intimate than what he’d
been
doing but certainly still hot. He surprised me when he jammed a couple of the pillows beneath my hips and pressing me back down into the mattress by my shoulders, he found me again with little difficulty and slipped right back into me.

The satisfied, triumphant, pleasure filled groan he let out was almost enough to make me come, but what finally did it? The slight change in angle had him sliding right over that
spot
inside me. I felt the weight of my impending orgasm build twice as fast as it had been before, my pussy clenching around his cock. I wanted it, I wanted to feel good; I wanted
him
to feel good so bad.

He bit my shoulder and instead of the fire in my blood cooling, it was as if he’d doused the flames in gasoline. They overtook me and I lost myself in that pure, shining, burning light, all of my doubts and inhibitions burning away as I arched low to the bed, shoving my ass towards him in silent offering. Hell, I’d give him anything if he could make this feeling last, and he did, for as long as he could.

Chapter 24

Archer

Someday, I was going to take her ass. If she kept arching into me like she was right now, that someday might be today, hell it might even be right now. Her pussy was so hot, so wet, and so perfectly snug around me I almost couldn’t hold back when she came.

She writhed so fucking beautifully when she orgasmed. Like some kind of mythical sea creature, which was funny considering she couldn’t swim. Her passion filled cries were definitely some kind of siren’s call and when they rose an octave, when I found a particularly sensitive place inside her? That was it; I couldn’t hold off anymore. I shoved into her tight pussy, hard and deep and spilled over the edge of my own orgasm.

I came back from the experience slowly, braced over the top of her, holding my weight off her body with arms that caged her protectively, despite their trembling. Her back touched my chest gently with every heaving breath she took, as she panted fervently, trying to catch it. I was gasping similarly, and wasn’t really ready to speak yet myself, but I did press a kiss behind her ear, trailing them down the side of her neck, as I slid my limp dick out of the sticky mess we’d both created. I guess it was time we found out if that bathtub were really meant for two or not.

“I love it when you do that,” she murmured.

“Mm?” I made the sound a question, I was pretty sure she was talking about the little kisses and nips I was laying against her skin, but I wanted to hear it. I wanted to know her exact meaning.

“
That
,” she said, arching luxuriously like a well fed cat beneath me just as I pressed my lips to another bare patch of pale silk that was her skin.

“Hmm, I’ll remember that,” I said, darting my tongue into one of the dimples at the small of her back. She sucked in a sharp breath and pretty much
melted
into the comforter and when I looked, she had her arms beneath her chin, and she turned her head
just so
to lay on them and the light was
perfect.
I snatched up her camera silently, and adjusted the lens carefully and,
snap!
Her eyes flew open and she stiffened, but it was too late, I’d captured my prize.

“There may be something to this whole taking pictures of
everything
that you do. I’m gonna have to have you print that one for me.” I said showing her the result. She blinked and leaned up to look better her face softening.

“Okay,” she said softly. She couldn’t argue with me on this one. There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with that photo. It was tasteful, her tits were covered because she was laying on them and her ass was covered because the picture stopped before it went down that far.

“You on birth control?” I asked suddenly and she looked back at me over her shoulder, pushing herself up a little to do it which thrust out her perfect tits. Before I knew it, I was getting hard again.

“Yes, why?”

“I want you to stop taking it,” I said frowning, “I’m not getting any younger and I don’t want Noah and his little sibling too far apart in ages.” She nodded, her eyes clouding with a faraway look that spelled trouble.

“I got another question,” I said before she could get too far into her head and whatever she was thinking about spoiled her mood.

“Yes?”

“You ever try anal?”

“Once; it hurt and I didn’t like it.”

“Did he take his time?”

“Um, I think he tried.”

“He use lube?” her face was blushing a furious crimson by now and she let herself drop back to the bed with a huffed out sigh.

“I don’t really need to point out that if you’re fucking me in the ass that you’re doing it wrong, do I? I mean, that’s not exactly how babies are made.”

“No, but it fuckin’ feels good, and I want you to try it with me at some point because I want you to enjoy it too.”

“If I hate it?”

“Then that would suck, but I’d never make you do it again.”

“Just once?” she asked uncertain, and it had that edge like she’d she would let me do it, a sort of taking one for the team so she could say ‘nope’ and never do it again.

“Once is all it’d take, you don’t like it, I’ll never bring it up again. You do, it’ll be kind of a regular thing.”

“What
is
so appealing about shoving your dick in a woman’s ass, anyways?” she asked and I could tell I was pushing her out of her comfort zone.

I fisted my cock and stroked it lazily, but answered her question the best I could. “I don’t know, maybe because it’s considered dirty? Maybe because it’s a totally different sensation? I just know I was willing to try anything once and that it
really
tripped my trigger.”

“That’s not really helpful for making me understand it, I mean… it is kind of gross, isn’t it?”

“Meh, it can be messy, but I’m a grown ass man. I learned how to wash my dick a long ass time ago.”

I could hear Mel roll her eyes, “Oh my
god
, Archer! Stop, your idea of romance is just killing me here.”

I shoved my dick back into her pussy, her walls clenching in surprise as she cried out first in surprise, but pretty quick she bit it off into one sexy as hell moan. Oh man, she was still wet. I stroked in and out of her a few times.

“You were saying something?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah…” her voice was breathy.

“What were you saying?” I asked driving into her gently, I knew where that spot of hers was now, and I made sure I was going over it.

“More?” she asked.

“Fuckin’ right,” I growled and nipped her shoulder. I was a little more aggressive with my thrusting, but made sure to stay inside her comfort zone. It took practice to read a woman’s body language, to know where the boundaries were and to stay coloring inside the lines. I don’t know what it was about Mel, but I picked up on hers pretty quick.