Any reminder of my brother was a trigger for him, and I may be the biggest reminder of them all.
“I wouldn’t tell him it’s for you.”
“No. If he’s looking into it, he could easily find out about me. I won’t be responsible for whatever he does next.”
Sighing, Ambrose wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. I let him. I even swung my feet over his thighs and leaned on his chest.
Damn it.
Was it sad that a top-secret tryst was the part of my week I most looked forward to? Skin to skin contact and the ability to not be in charge for two hours was the only thing keeping me sane.
“You don’t have to do everything by yourself, you know,” he murmured.
“I called you, didn’t I?”
It wasn’t enough to take even half the burden off my shoulders, and he was aware of that. His huge, scarred hands trailed down my lithe form without purpose, not pushing me for more.
I pushed into him instead, arching my back when he grazed his palm across my clothed stomach.
His fingers brushed the underside of my breasts, but he didn’t cup them. His touches were chaste, meant to bring comfort until I took his hand and shoved it to the apex of my thighs. My core waited for him, wet and throbbing. I wasn’t ready to admit that Kiara played a part in why I was aroused tonight. I would pretend it was all for him.
“Ask for it, doll. I don’t respond to demands,” he said.
Ambrose’s voice was gruff, his hard cock creating a bulge in his jeans that rubbed against my thighs. I glanced at the closed door, wondering if Kiara would hear if we did anything. We probably shouldn’t. This situation didn’t warrant sex.
He caught my chin with his hand, fingers digging into my cheeks. “I won’t be ignored. Pay attention to me, or go ask her for what you want. Think she can give it to you?”
Is that jealousy?My eyes widened.
“Touch me, Sir.” I had to say something to get my mind out of those dangerous places.
“Just touch you? Or do you want me to do more than that?”
He dropped his hand from my face and undid my blazer, letting me shrug it off. My blouse was next, then my pants until I was sitting half on his lap in only a plain underwear set. His sharp inhale through his nose had me pressing my thighs together, a hint embarrassed by how much of my scent he was basking in right now.
Teasingly he touched my breasts and thighs, but didn’t give me enough pressure to take me out of my head.
“Tell me what my pretty little doll needs from me today,” he purred.
I exhaled shakily, meeting his eyes. “I need to forget.”
It wasn’t an uncommon request.
Ambrose was my safety, the place I went when I needed to escape the lonely reality of my life. He was always there, and always gave me everything.
Even though I gave him nothing in return.
I’d bleed him dry at this rate. He was letting me, and I was too selfish to stop.
“Then I’ll make you forget everything except pleasure.”
He shoved me onto my back on the bed, his rough grip enough to make me yelp. I felt myself sinking into the space where I needed to be. Reality became hazy as he tore his shirt over his head, taking off his jeans.
I whimpered at the sight of him nude. It wasn’t something I could get used to. His hairy thighs flexed with every motion, reminding me of how they helped him drive into me hard enough I saw heaven. Scars peeked around the side of his legs, but most of his scarring was on his back side. He didn’t often face his back toward me. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was ashamed, he thought I wouldn’t find him sexy if I saw, or something else entirely. I’d only caught accidental glimpses of the mangled, healed skin.
Knowing he had a vulnerability helped me feel safe around him. We shared our burdens with each other in the few stolen hours we spent together each week.
Ambrose dragged me down the bed by my ankles until he had me where he wanted me. Then he straddled my face. His balls hung over my mouth and I surged up, groaning as I sucked on them. His cock was a sight to behold, just like the rest of him. Thick, uncircumcised and with a knot at the base, sometimes I felt more familiar with it than I did with my own body.
