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480 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 10, 2023
❝I will never deny you. I will never be ashamed of you. I will never downplay what you are to me no matter who is in the room. I'm gonna hold your hand in public. Grab your fine ass. Kiss your face. Hell, I'll tongue-fuck you if I'm so inclined. And if anyone, anyone at all, has a problem with it, they can step to me, and I'll put them on their ass.❞
❝Really?❞ he whispered, and God, I was pretty sure I heard the sound of his heart.
It was the only sound capable of bringing me to my knees.
Glancing at the marker, I picked it up. ❝You gonna let me mark you?❞
❝It's pink,❞ he said grumpily.
❝A little color won't kill you,❞ I said.
He made a face like he smelled something bad.
❝Please?❞
He relented instantly, all his hard edges melting, softness shining in his eyes. ❝Of course you can, baby.❞
Brother. Brother’s best friend. Guardian. Secret crush. Wet dream. Headache. Heartache. Wish. Max had been so many things to me over the years. But what he was now was my favorite. Boyfriend.
I’d never really understood love until they showed it to me. They took me in and made me theirs, proving love isn’t in your DNA. It is a bond formed by effort and loyalty.
“When you came out to me and Win, the first thing I thought was, So there’s a chance.”
“If we do this,” I said around a ragged breath, “I can’t go back to being your brother. I won’t be able to be that ever again.” If you tell me in the morning this was a mistake, it will break me beyond repair.
“Ah, baby.” His voice was soft, the term of endearment punctuated by his lips brushing across my forehead. As he braced all his weight on an elbow beside my head, his eyes turned into a caress. “How about you be my heart instead?”
Shooting forward, I caught his chin, forcing his head to the side. “What the fuck is this?”
His eyes slid to me. “What?”
“You have a lip print on your cheek.”
He shrugged. He fucking shrugged.
Pulling his face around, I drilled my stare into him. “You let some other man kiss you. Put marks on you.”
A spark of anger lit his eyes. “So?”
“So you are mine.”
“Since when?”
“Since right the fuck now.”
“You ever tried with a dude?” I asked, thinking maybe I’d make my point.
Jamie sighed dramatically. “Ryan wouldn’t have me. Crushed my heart.”
Ryan laughed. “Fuck off.”
“I will never deny you. I will never be ashamed of you. I will never downplay what you are to me no matter who is in the room. I’m gonna hold your hand in public. Grab your fine ass. Kiss your face. Hell, I’ll tongue-fuck you if I’m so inclined. And if anyone, anyone at all, has a problem with it, they can step to me, and I’ll put them on their ass.”
My attention went back to Wes and how his shoulder pressed against the cold glass of the window. The sudden urge to strip off my jacket and shove it between him and the glass caught me off guard.
“If anything happens to him,” Max said, staring at the doctor, “there will be nowhere on this earth you can hide.”
“Wes.” The asshole who’d been touching what was mine stepped forward.
I snatched Wes into me, enclosing him with leather-covered arms. “Touch him and die,” I said, meaning every single syllable.
“You’re mine,” I grunted, scissoring him open with my fingers. “Mine to love. Mine to fuck. Mine to protect.”
My hands fell to his hips as he turned, putting me behind him. I despised the inches between us, so I pulled him in so my chest blanketed his back.
You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of touching you. Of dragging my fingers over every inch of your smooth skin. When you swim, the water skims over you like a silky caress, and it makes me so insanely jealous, knowing something can touch you like that but I never could.”
The world seemed to tilt on its axis, or maybe I was just dizzy as hell, but Max didn’t just kiss. He consumed. He wrapped himself around me, somehow making me feel small, and staked his claim. There in the protection of his body, I could fall apart because he would hold me together. The fragments of me that had long since gone empty were replenished by the love I tasted on his tongue.
“It’s not your job to protect me!” he roared. “Yes, it is!” I roared back. “That’s what we do. We protect each other!”
He came at me like a linebacker ready to take me out. I didn’t run or even try and struggle when he plowed me into the wall, his hand coming up to protect the back of my head even in his fury.
“The only person I’m capable of loving like this is you. You and only you.”
Brother. Brother's best friend. Guardian. Secret crush. Wet dream. Headache. Heartache. Wish. Max had been so many things to me over the years. But what he was now was my favorite. Boyfriend.