“Bryce, I’m going to warn you now. I’m going to be a mess, an absolute mess when I leave.”
“Me too, babe,” he tells me and sweeps my hair to the side, laying his face against my neck. “I need to be focused, but you’ll be on my mind constantly.”
I try to hold back but fail. I cry openly, latching on to his shoulders. It’s a worthless effort to talk because sobs wrack my body. I’ve been holding in so much emotion that I can’t stop.
I’m happy but sad.
I’m proud but scared.
I’m nervous but excited.
All these thoughts run through my mind as I hold him tight. The only thing to bring me out of his arms is the sound of my brother coughing softly. I step back and turn to him, pulling him close.
“Dev, what the fuck?”
“I promise, after tonight, no more tears until I leave. But do you know how much I love you?” I say into his shoulder, and he holds me tighter.
“Yeah, I think so.” His own emotions clog his throat.
I allow his hold to calm me and then step back, swiping my eyes and grabbing a napkin to wipe my face. “No more. I’m fine.” I square my shoulders. “Let’s finish this kitchen and then order an early dinner. I think it may even be time to crack open a beer.”
Bryce takes no time in handing Nate and me a beer and opening one for himself. He moves me next to him and kisses my temple.
“For the rest of our lives,” is all he says, and I smile widely.
*****
I know the minute Nate leaves for the night because Bryce barges into the bathroom, strips without a word, and joins me in the shower. He smiles seductively as his eyes rake up and down my soapy body. I turn into the spra
y to rinse off, yelping when he tugs me into him. The second his fingers touch my hardened nipples, I throw my head back into the crook of his neck. He nibbles on my earlobe as I snake my hand between us and run my thumb lightly over the head of his hardened cock. Bryce growls lowly and moves one hand lower until his finger slides easily into me.
I practically purr when he glides another inside me and slides them in and out. My hand wraps all the way around him, earning a rough hiss.
“Come for me, babe. You’re so fucking wet. My dick is begging to be inside you, but I need you to come first.”
His fingers increase their pace, and my release builds. My body is on fire with the warmth of his embrace and the heat from the shower spray. He squeezes my entire breast, eliciting a moan.
“Fuck it. I can’t wait.” Bryce stops, rips his hands away, and spins me toward him. He bends and lifts me so that my legs wrap around his waist easily. Once he has me backed into the tile wall, he lowers me onto him, his hard cock gliding into my slickness slowly. His eyes burn with desire, and I’m trapped. This is another moment I’m committing to memory, the desire and hunger lingering in the air between us.
My nails skim up the back of his neck as I crush my mouth to his. The kiss is hard and deep, and he swivels his hips several times before rapidly driving into me. I tighten my core muscles, trying to not only push him closer to the edge but also hold myself back. If I let go, I’ll explode, but I want him with me. He pulls away from the kiss and lays his forehead against mine, breathing heavy.
“Baby, let go.”
“Not without you.”
“Devon, I’m right there. You’re so fucking tight, so wet.”
There’s nothing I can do to stop the pressure building. My breathing shallows, and Bryce grins slyly. He rotates his hips once and moves himself against the sensitive skin of my clit.
“Bryce!” I scream as the orgasm hits me with monstrous force, threatening to split me open. Spots cloud my vision as he pumps into me twice more before yelling through his own release. I try my best to focus, but when his hands squeeze my ass, I come again from the sensations alone.
His body stills against mine, and we both pant loudly, holding on to one another.
“I’m pretty sure it was a good thing I hadn’t ever felt your body around mine when I made my life plan.” His voice is raspy.
“Why do you say that?”
“If I’d have known how fucking terrific you feel and the things you do to me when I signed up for the Navy, I may have rethought my decision. Now, being away from this for any amount of time is its own form of torture.”