26. Digger
26
DIGGER
Never once in my life thought I'd find myself here, insanely turned on, while I watch my brother fuck the woman that I call my own.
But, goddam, does she look good on the end of his dick.
My fist tightens around the head of my cock, throttling the crown until it turns an angry red. I draw a deep breath, center myself, and focus on not nutting my load too soon.
I plan to make Rae wear it. Show her what she does to me.
My breath saws in and out of my lungs in ragged pulls, gaze hooded as I watch Tyke lift Rae’s legs so she kneels on the seat cushion, hands braced before her on the ground. It elevates her ass in the air and spreads her cheeks wide. I can fucking imagine how that angle would work as he slides home with a guttural moan, following up with a slap on her ass that echoes through the office.
My balls draw tight.
I'm not going to fucking last. Which goddamn says something when I'm barely two hours off emptying my load in the fucking shower with Rae upstairs.
“Jesus, you two.” I slam my head back, ricocheting off the back of the sofa twice to knock some sense into myself. “Makin’ me regret sayin’ I’d sit this one out.”
“She looks good, yeah?” Sweat sheens on Tyke’s brow with the effort, his hips pistoning against her ass.
"Fuckin' beautiful." I meet Rae's eye briefly before she slides those hypnotic browns closed, mouth parted. "Nope." I pause, slapping my rigid cock against my lower stomach. "Can't keep this up, you assholes."
“Please,” Rae whimpers. She spears me with a lust-drugged stare. “Closer.”
“You want me there?” My dick pulses in my fist.
“Ye—“ Her breath is stolen with the force Tyke slams home. “Yes.”
Don’t need to ask me twice. I slide off the sofa and reposition myself before her, seated on my heels. “Close enough?” Fuck. I can smell how aroused she is from here.
“I want…” She hesitates, panting through the sensations as Tyke plays dirty, thumb against the rose of her ass. “I want to taste you when you come.”
Takes everything in me not to unload right there and then. “Fuck, girl.” I move closer, enough that all it will take is a slight dip of Rae's arms, and she can take me in her mouth.
Taste me.
Understand me.
Tyke slides a hand around to her front, leaning across her back a little as he does. His thick fingers find her clit, and our girl lets loose a guttural groan that would have a priest questioning his life choices. “You come, we do it together,” he states, circling her into oblivion. “I wanna feel her pussy choke the fuck out of my dick when she swallows you down.”
Rae pants, arms shaking with fatigue as she leans down to swipe her tongue across the head of my dick. She hums, lips smacking at the taste of my pre-cum, and dives back for more, sliding her mouth until her nose makes wet little snuffles against my stomach. Shit. I place my hands beneath her shoulders and help her bear her weight as she devours my goddamn dick like it’s the only thing giving her life.
“Fuck…” Tyke’s fixated on her, watching as I slide in and out of those pretty pink lips. “You ready?” he croaks.
“Say the word.” I pant through my teeth, hissing in even breaths as I work to control my release.
"That's it, baby," Tyke croons, slowing for two, three strokes before he resumes with a slam that has Rae choke on my cock. "You can come now, Rae."
She fucking detonates, jaw slackening as her orgasm rips through her, yet the vibrations from her throat, the choked moans she makes, mouth stuffed full of my dick… I come, and I come fucking harder than I did when it was just the two of us, shooting my load down her throat. She gulps, slurping off my dick to take me down, the last jets of cum marking her swollen lips as Tyke roars his release behind her. His growl turns into a chuckle, pitch rising as her pussy milks his climax from him.
Shit—I know what that feels like, and I can’t blame the guy for literally going weak at the knees, his legs shaking as he pulls from her cunt.
Ain’t nobody can tell me we didn’t need that release. That temporary high to get us through this fucking thing called life.
Tyke’s hands slide past mine, still braced against Rae’s shoulders, as he takes her weight, helping her to sit upright. A small, sated smile curls her lips, a lone tear sliding free of one eye as she lets him position her on the sofa so he can retrieve a cloth to clean her up. Clean himself. Us. Fuck.
“You okay?” I slip onto the seat beside her and pull her into my lap, straddled sideways.
She nestles her head against my shoulder and nods, palm splayed over my heart.
I look up and find my big brother watching us, gaze fixed on the connection. An emotion flickers across his face, but he shutters it behind his stoic facade before I figure out what it is. Regret? Jealousy?
Contentment? Shit. I know that’s what it is for me. The sense that something is just… right. That we fit.
That the only place I want to be when the hours are quiet is with her in my arms, even if that means I share the time with the man I’ve always admired most.
“Here.” Tyke leans down, still naked from the waist down, and carefully shifts Rae’s leg to clean the mess he made. “Shit. You might want another shower, baby girl.”
"I think I might." She laughs silently, her chest shaking against me. "Is it okay if I do that now? I want to go see Maddie."
"Fuck, girl." Tyke laughs. "Think you can wait until my dick's gone soft before you talk about my daughter?"
She chuckles, audible this time, and pats my chest. “Sorry, guys.”
"Just sit a while longer." I wrap my arm around her tight. "Give yourself a minute." I don't fully trust that she won't crash when the high wears off, that reality won't rush in, trying to make up for lost time like it does for me.
And maybe my brother, going off the frown that twists his brow as he bins the soiled wipes.
“What you goin’ to do now?” I ask him, stroking Rae’s hair from her face as I do.
She watches him also, face turned his way where she rests, tucked beneath my chin.
"Need to talk to Marco." He pulls a fresh wipe out of the pack and whips it around his junk. "See if he knows what Deo is doing. Then I might ride out and meet Minion and Hammer, my boys."
Rae pushes against my chest, sitting straight on my legs. “What? Why?”
“It’s my job, baby girl,” he tells her softly. “My responsibility. As president, and as that assholes brother.” He sighs, stooping to reach for his jeans. “I should have done it right the first time. This is my fault, so my shit to clean up.”
"Don't go there," I bark at the asshole. "Don't you dare blame yourself for Fox's actions. You showed him leniency, and he was the fucker that took advantage of that."
“Got to find someone to blame when both my girls are affected by this shit.”
"I want to come with you," I tell him, easing Rae aside before I kiss her head.
“No.” Tyke jerks his belt through the buckle. “You need to be here. Fuck—after the shit with Sweetie, I’m looking at every fucker around here sideways. I need to know I’ve got somebody I trust looking after my girls.”
Rae eases my T-shirt over her head to right the massive fit, cloaking her body from view. “It makes me nervous, Tyke. If your brother—Fox—did this to get at you, it makes me worried you’re walking into the center of the target by going after him.”
“Baby girl.” He smiles, crossing the floor to chuck her under the chin. “Looked after myself this long. Don’t start worrying about me now.”
“I always worry about the people I love.”
He stills at the admission.
She senses his shock, glancing at me and then lunging for her shorts as a distraction. "What?"
“It’s okay.” Tyke softens, taking her by the wrist to still her frantic movements. “I said it earlier, and I meant it. I just figured you were a little further away than us, is all.”
She smiles, ducking her chin to hide it. "I've got to stop lying to myself, right?" Rae squares up to Tyke with such honesty and vulnerability in her gaze that I let loose a breath I hadn't realized I’d held on to.
He jerks her to her feet, shorts falling to the floor, and presses his mouth against hers. “ You’ll be the fuckin' death of me, woman." His large hand cups her mound, fingers pressing against where her panties lie soaked between her legs. "Now get." He gently pushes her back. "Go have that damn shower and check on my girl for me, yeah?"
“Of course.” Rae ducks to grab her shorts again, bundling them in her hold and opting to use my T-shirt as a cover for her lack of pants. Her gaze falls on me as she turns for the door. “Thank you.”
“What for?” I rise to my feet. Tower over her where she stands and fucking swell with bullshit masculine pride at being so much bigger than her.
Her protector.
"For loving me when I can't." Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, yet she swallows several times and breathes the emotion away. "I don't think I can ever show you how much it means to me."
“Pretty sure you’re doin’ a good job of tryin’, baby girl.” Tyke wraps his hand around the back of her neck, bunching her hair in his hold. "And I promise I won't ever tire of lettin' you do that." He sets a kiss on her forehead and then releases her.
“Come on.” I hold out my hand. “Let me get you through the common room without any fucker seein’ the state you’re in.”
Her eyes shoot wide. “How bad do I look?”
“Oh, honey.” Tyke chuckles, walking away to retrieve his bike key. “You don’t look bad. Not at all.”
“You look as though you’ve been thoroughly loved.” I give her a wink and snag her fingers in mine. “And if you keep starin’ up at me all innocent of how fuckin’ enticing that is, I can promise you won’t walk out of here with straight legs, baby girl.”
Tyke chuckles, passing us when I tug Rae to follow me toward the door. “Come on. I’ll create a distraction for you fuckers.”
The whole goddamn world could burn down outside that door, and all I'd ever need is in here, these four walls. It fucking blows my mind—how in the middle of chaos, we find peace.
Acceptance.
A promise of a brighter future.
Fuck it all—if that ain’t proof of the power of love, then fucked if I know what is.