My Best Friends Brother

Chapter 233

The sea relentlessly pushes against the sand, reminding me that every day it covers this land, always drawing itself out for hours at a time and leaving the sand so dry it may forget what it feels like to be touched by water, yet it always returns, always drowns it all over again. Because the sea never forgets the sand.

The rain never forgets the forest.

The stars never forget the sky.

And I could never forget him.

Tightening my hold on him, I turn our bodies in one motion until his head rests on the pillow and I have him under me, my legs either side of his hips but my body still flush against his. He lets one hand fall from my head, the other one still firmly placed at the back of my neck, never letting me leave him but allowing him to search my body.

Every touch of his fingers feels like it's reinvigorating me, waking me back up from my deathly sleep and cauterizing the shattered pieces of broken promises together with the fire of our passion.

"Miles..." Josh pulls his lips back from the kiss but not from my body, his skin still pressing against my own with each word that he speaks. "I-I can't be without you a-anymore. I can't keep pretending that I c-can. What you are to me... How I feel about you... Please don't fucking leave me again."

You won't ever have to worry about that again. You're mine.

"Josh..." I press my lips gently against his, his arm so tight around me now I'm not sure he'll ever let go. "Just keep me... Please, just fucking keep me."

I'm yours.

I don't know if it was him pushing or me pulling, neither of us needing anything more and never separating our newly ignited kiss even as we make it to our feet, crashing through the sheet that hangs over the deck and throwing open the front door as my hands start to pull apart the buttons of his shirt.

He doesn't try to do the same thing, the plastic buttons pinging off the wooden floor instead as he tears his way into my shirt and quickly discards it to the ground. This beautiful house is even more stunning when it's filled with nothing but moonlight and his panting breaths.

He never lets go of me, we twist and turn, pull and push, both of us raw with need for each other as we reach the top of the staircase just before my back hits the wall of the hallway.

Josh has always been strong, he's always been the only person I've ever felt that could handle me, it hasn't changed but fuck I'd forgotten how good it feels.

His lips fall from mine to my jaw, slowly finding their way down my neck as I pull away the fabric of his shirt and let moan after moan leave my tongue with the sensation of his bare chest brushing against my own.

I don't want him anymore... I fucking need him.

I've never been in the upstairs of this house before but I don't need him to tell me which room is his, I know exactly which one he'd pick. Throwing my weight against him and gripping hold of his waist so hard that he's almost lifted off his feet with my power, we are both forced through the double doors at the end of the hall and spill out into the bedroom beyond.

Our lips never stop touching each other, hands wild with fury to take in every part of the man before us.

I pin him up against the panelled walls, my mouth searching out his neck as my fingers make quick work of his belt and strip him of his jeans. Seeing his skin so fresh and clear feels like a temptation made just for me, my lips wrapping around that point between his neck and shoulder that still makes him throw his head back against the wall as I suck it deeply into my mouth.