Falling for the Other Brother (11 page)

Oh, why did he have to choose now, when her reserves were so low? But she obediently followed him into the living room, and they sat together on the couch overlooking the city view.

Trevor linked his fingers together and looked her straight in the eye before he began. “We work well together, but we both know this isn’t a grand romance. Right?” He paused as if to gauge her response, and she gave a nod, relieved that this didn’t seem as though it was going to turn into a scene. She began to relax.

Then Trevor continued, “So there’s no reason you and Colin can’t make this thing between you work.”

She stiffened in shock, giving an involuntary gasp. The sound of the blood rushing in her ears was the only warning she had before she began to fall apart. Never had she imagined that Trevor would sense her interest in Colin. “Colin isn’t… I mean, we’re not… We never—” She cut herself off and tried to gather her scattered wits as Trevor pulled her against his side.

“I know you ‘never’ and you never would as long as the two of us were together. Which is why I’m calling the couple part of us quits. But even though we won’t be together that way anymore, I’ve got your back. Which is why you need to see Colin, and give him a chance.”

Erica refused to meet his gaze or respond, her throat aching with the effort of holding her emotions in check. She was a strong, professional woman, damn it. She would not be reduced to a blubbering idiot by relationship problems.

“There’s no reason you shouldn’t be with him,” Trevor said softly. “I know you
think
there is, but it’s a moot point.”

Startled, she found herself needing to argue back, even though she’d told herself to ignore, ignore,
ignore
anything to do with Colin. “Even if you think you know why, how can you say it’s not a factor? It
is
a factor. It’s not just a silly whim. This is something I’ve been wanting for a very long time, and—”

“And have you ever checked to see whether Colin would be okay with you using a donor to father a child you could raise together? Or adopt together? Have you ever given him the benefit of the doubt?” Trevor pinned her with a pointed look, his eyebrow raised.

She dropped her eyes guiltily. The answer, of course, was no.

“You didn’t with me either. Oh, you were right in my case.” He smirked. “I’m not now, nor will I ever be, ready to be a dad. I like my life just the way it is. But Colin? He’s different. I know he wants to have kids. And I suspect that using a donor—which is incidentally his only option for having kids other than adoption now—would be just fine with him…

“Especially if the donor carried the exact same DNA,” he concluded with a smug grin, and Erica’s heart nearly stopped.

Could it really be that simple?

Her mouth worked, but she couldn’t pull everything together to make a coherent sentence come out. Suddenly, the best of both worlds was laid in her lap. Did she dare reach out and grab hold?

A horrible thought flashed through her mind. “But he’s leaving, moving to Asia! Oh, and he probably hates me after what I said to him.”

“All that aside, just answer me one thing. Are you in love with him?”

The question was almost exactly the same one she’d heard from the other brother. But it wasn’t
déjà vu
when it came to the answer that tumbled immediately out, straight from her soul.

“Yes.”

“Then go to him.”

Erica jumped to her feet, the mere suggestion enough to get her in motion. “Where?”

“In your bedroom.”

She froze. The faint voice wasn’t coming from Trevor. It came simultaneously from somewhere in the condo and from the Bluetooth. Trevor gave her a grin as he pulled it from his ear, then impatiently gestured to the hallway. “Go on. I’ll leave you some dinner you two can warm up later. The ‘delivery guy’ made sure there was enough for all three of us.” He winked.

Erica gave Trevor a quick, impulsive hug, and turned to find Colin hadn’t waited for her to come to him, even though he could have. Even now, having apparently overheard everything, there was a trace of uncertainty in his eyes as he watched her approach, as if he expected to be rejected again.

The damn tears welled up again, and she catapulted across the room and into his arms. Feeling them close around her, she knew with certainty that she was home. Needing to give Colin the same reassurance, she stroked his face, marveling at the warmth in his brown eyes as he looked down at her with a faint smile.

“I do love you, and I think I’m
in love
with you too,” she declared, wanting to show him she was willing to put herself out there as he did.

It was like she’d given him the moon, evidenced by the utterly relieved and happy smile he gave her right before he kissed the daylights out of her.

She poured herself into the kiss, nearly climbing him in her desire to get as close as humanly possible. She’d gone from pining from afar, to excising him from her life, to the fear of him moving an ocean away in such a short amount of time—all those emotions drove her need to be with him—now—and never let him go.

Colin cupped her ass and with a small hop, she was wrapped around him like a baby monkey, never pausing in her own exploration of his face, his back, his hair. They finally parted for breath and he mouthed his way down her neck. Abruptly, he spun around and braced her up against the wall. Caught between the immoveable structure and Colin’s unyielding body, she rotated her pelvis as he settled in the perfect spot in the cradle of her thighs. His hard cock was a brand against her pussy and it ignited an urgent need to have him inside her as soon as possible.

“Bed,” she gasped out as he ran a hand up under her shirt then inched it under the band of her bra to just brush her nipple.

She slowly opened her eyes—when had she closed them?—froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Trevor was sitting on the couch holding a plate of food and chopsticks, eating while watching them make out. “What?” he said around a mouthful of food. “He knew I was watching. Dinner and a show.” He waved the chopsticks in their direction. “Carry on.”

Colin smiled against her neck then gave her a gentle kiss on the same spot before straightening up and walking down the hall carrying Erica. She gave Trevor a smile and cheeky wave goodbye before he disappeared from view.

“Boo,” he called after them. “Spoilsports!”

Colin carried her into her bedroom and kicked the door mostly closed behind him.

“Are you ever going to put me down?” she asked against his mouth.

“You’re such a tiny thing,” he murmured into her neck as he let her slide down his front, keeping full contact with her body as her breasts rubbed down his chest. He cupped her buttocks as he lowered her, grinding against her as her pussy glided across his hardened shaft. “I could hold you up like this for hours.”

Oh my God.
The visual that comment prompted of him nailing her to the wall—
sans
clothes this time—had her grabbing his neck and wildly seeking his mouth again. He smiled with delight dancing in his eyes and gave her another soul-searing kiss before firmly moving her away from him.

“Let’s get undressed. I’ve been dying to get you naked again.”

The thought of doing a striptease crossed her mind for a moment, then fled. She shed her clothing with alacrity and efficiency as Colin did the same. He finished first and stepped towards the bed, never once taking his admiring eyes from her. She undid her bra last and shrugged it from her shoulders. Her nipples perked immediately upon contact with the cool air and Colin’s gaze. Erica walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, crooking her finger to coyly beckon him closer.

He stepped up, seemingly content to let her set the pace now. She stroked his rigid shaft, looking in wonder at its perfection contrasted against the scarring below, before bending to tentatively kiss the old injury. His intake of breath gave her even more incentive to make sure he was confident in her love for him. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock as she licked him slowly around and across the head, feeling the slit with her tongue and tasting his tangy essence.

Growing impatient, she took him into her mouth partway, wrapping her lips over her teeth to bite down gently, testing his firmness, then loosening her jaw and using her tongue to soothe. She suckled strongly and he groaned, grasping her head and gently directing her in taking and releasing him as he fucked her mouth with shallow thrusts.

Erica felt so in tune with Colin. When she had made the difficult decision to turn his love away, she never could have dreamt she would have him back with her, on such a positive track to the future. She had wanted more than just a lasting connection, a relationship—she’d wanted a family, a man to be with, to share her love and life with.

Erica pushed Colin back a step so she could slide to her knees on the floor before him. She smiled wryly as he responded to the different angle with an increase in the pressure of the fingers tangled in her hair. She trailed her fingertips down the deep, muscular V arrowing from the bottom of his abdominals to the base of his cock. Her pussy ached with the void she increasingly felt, needing him to fill her, but she was so enjoying the feel of his cock on her tongue and stretching her lips.

Choices, choices
.

She added a hand to his shaft, squeezing and pumping lightly in time with her suction, then cradling his sac, learning the weight and feel of his remaining ball, giving it gentle attention.

Colin couldn’t believe the erotic yet caring quality to her exploration. He could feel his ball drawing up against his body as he approached his pinnacle of pleasure and gritted his teeth trying to stem the tide. He didn’t want it to end so soon.

Finally, he could take no more. “Condom?”

She gave him a slight frown. “I don’t think we need it, do we? I’ve only been with Trev for close to a year and we always used one. And I’ve had a clean bill of health in the meantime.”

“Me too, and you know you’re the only one I’ve been with in over a year, so…”

“I vote no.”

God, the thought of being in her bare was combustible. Colin sat on the bed, pulled her towards him and kissed her lingeringly, shifting her with his hands around her waist until she straddled his lap.

Colin stroked her and found her already slick with need. He smiled against her mouth. “You’re one sexy woman.”

“Mmm…”

He slowly entered her while deepening their kiss. He paused a few times to allow her adjust to his cock, letting her channel flow and flex around him until he was seated to the hilt. Then he held still, firmly pressed into her, and kissed her thoroughly as he cupped her breasts and tweaked her pale, responsive nipples into hard peaks that brushed against his chest. Finally able to worship her beautiful body, he wanted to bring her as high as he was.

She moaned and moved on his cock and that was the end of his control. He finally obliged, grasping her hips and beginning a rocking motion that had his cock moving more within her than actually withdrawing and entering. He made slight circles as he thrust, and thrummed his fingers over her clit in time with his motions. Soon she was gasping with every pass.

Erica clutched him close as her head fell back, then she was coming, her head snapping forward and teeth grazing his shoulder as she ground her pelvis against his. Her channel pulsed, milking his cock and he couldn’t hold back any longer. A handful of hard thrusts and his cum jetted into her as he groaned his completion, each pulsing movement made more intense by the stillness of the rest of their bodies.

Colin tried to catch his breath, swamped by the love he felt for Erica. Resting his cheek against her hair as they recovered, he felt a sense of rightness being there with her. Thank God Trevor had straightened things out and had got everything out in the open.

He picked her up and, still connected, began walking towards the bathroom. They had almost made it before he slipped out.

“Damn.”

Erica giggled. “We’ll just have to do it again sometime.”

He let her down slowly and she stood naked and confident before him. “I love you,” he whispered in the still of the room.

“I love you too.” Erica stroked her hand across his cheek. “Thank you for not giving up on me when I was being stupid and short-sighted.”

“How could I? You’re the perfect woman for me. My forever woman.” Tears filled Erica’s eyes and alarm spiked through him. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, eyes glistening. “Happy tears,” she explained, fanning her face with one hand.

He caught her hand and kissed each of her eyelids in turn. “So that’s what happiness tastes like. Salty.”

They laughed and Colin reflected as he started the shower that happiness did seem to be a tangible thing now, because the sound of their mingled laughter had an almost palpable, wonderful feel to it.

Chapter Twelve

They hadn’t poked their heads out of Erica’s room until late that night. Trevor’s bedroom door had been closed when they’d tiptoed out to the kitchen to warm up leftover Chinese, which was about the best thing Erica had ever tasted. Maybe she was just biased, since she was the happiest she’d ever been.

The next day her alarm had seemed to go off extremely early, and she’d heartily wished that she didn’t have to go to work. Having Colin in bed with her was a temptation to snuggle and play hooky if she’d ever known one. He’d helped her out by getting up with her and encouraging her on her way out of the door.

The only consolation she’d had was that she had a lighter schedule at the moment story-wise, unless something major happened—fingers and toes crossed against that. And it had worked. She’d been able to leave work at an entirely reasonable time in the early evening.

Now the three of them were sitting around the living room after a nice dinner that Colin had made. She and Colin were nestled together on the couch, and Trevor was lounging in an arm chair while they planned his move back to the condo.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d feel very unwanted and unloved right now.” Trevor pouted.