by Sable Hunter
Needing for him to know he wasn’t alone, Bryn turned to him, both hands grasping his arm. “In my dream, I’m alone in the dark. There’s no one to hear me when I cry. I know everyone I love, everyone I depend on is gone. I reach out in the darkness, but there’s no one to take my hand.”
Denver kissed her on the top of the head. “We’re a fine pair, aren’t we?”
“Yea, a fine pair.”
“Come on, let’s get you in bed before you go to sleep standing up.” He led her to the large room at the far end of the trailer. “You can use the bathroom first. Do you want to sleep in one of my T-shirts?”
Bryn was overwhelmed by the intimacy of the situation. “Yes, please.” She knew this night wasn’t about intimacy or even romance, she was here as his friend. To comfort him. To protect him, in a way. Regardless, she would be spending the night in the arms of the man she was very attracted to. One who meant the world to her. There was no way she could act like this meant nothing.
“There’s a new toothbrush under the sink. Help yourself.”
Bryn didn’t linger. She did what was necessary, then vacated the bathroom. “Your turn.”
“Great.” They met in the hallway, having to turn sideways to give the other room to pass. “Just make yourself at home. I won’t be long.”
In his bedroom, she found that he’d turned back the covers. Bryn stood at the end of the bed and tried to figure out what side he normally slept on. The pillow on the right looked to be indented, so she chose the left. She’d been clutching her clothes when she passed Denver in the hallway, now she placed them neatly on a straight-backed chair near the closet. After she’d done every bit of busy work she could think of – placing her shoes in a straight line, checking her hair in the mirror, making sure the curtains were pulled shut – she turned to face the bed.
Denver’s bed.
Oh, how she’d fantasized about being in this bed with him.
Now that she was about to be, Bryn was shaking like a leaf.
“What am I waiting for?” she muttered, going to the head of the bed and sitting on the edge. “We’re just going to sleep – that’s all.” She lifted the covers and swung her legs onto the mattress, pulling the blanket up to her waist. Propping herself against the headboard, she wiggled her toes against the soft cotton. The room was lit by one lamp which sat on a small bedside table on Denver’s side. Long shadows stretched across the opposite wall and Bryn found herself staring at them. There was no noise in the trailer, save for the shower and the sound of her own breathing. Bending her legs, she wrapped her arms around them and that was when she became aware of the wind howling faintly outside. Living alone should have made her immune to odd sounds, but she’d never noticed the roar to be quite so loud. Maybe it was the difference between the wooden walls of the house and the metal walls of the trailer. No matter, the eerie wail made Bryn shiver.
“Bryn.”
“What?” She jumped at the sound of Denver’s voice. “Oh, you scared me.” She leaned her head into her knees and shuddered.
“I’m sorry, honey.”
Bryn glanced up and the sight of him almost made her heart stop. He wore nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and the sight of his bare shoulders, chest, and muscular legs stole the air from her lungs. “You’re…almost naked.”
“Oh, this is the way I sleep. Should I wear pants?”
“No, that wouldn’t be comfortable.” Bryn opened up the covers for him to join her. “Come to bed, I’m scared.”
Denver chuckled. “Scared of what?”
“I don’t know.” She blushed, feeling self-conscious. “Nothing.” Bryn glanced around. “Everything.”
He eased into the bed. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, I’m here now. Come here.” He didn’t know if she would let him hold her, but he wanted to. Very much.
Bryn only hesitated a moment. She eased to the side and into the crook of his arm, turning her body into his. She braced her hand over his heart and rested her cheek against one hard pec. The sound of his heart beneath her cheek comforted Bryn. “This is nice.”
“This is better than nice.” He exhaled a cleansing breath, tightening his arms around her. “Let’s scoot deeper under the covers. It’s a little chilly in here.”
Bryn followed his movements, unwilling to break the contact between her skin and his. “You’re warm.”
“You’re not. Cuddle closer.” He smiled when she pressed against him, rooting into him like a little kitten finding a warm spot. “That’s right. That’s just right.”
“We’ll sleep good, won’t we?” she whispered. “Nothing can bother us here.”
“No.” He held her tight, willing his cock to be polite. “Not now,” he muttered as he reached up to turn off the light.
“What did you say?” Her voice was soft against his skin.
“Nothing. Just rest, sweetheart.” He watched over her until she closed her eyes. When his own became heavy, he let them fall, welcoming sleep for the first time in a long while.
… “No. No. Louis, no.”
Denver’s tortured mutters brought Bryn’s eyes open. He still held her in his arms, but he was no longer still and peaceful. His body was wracked by tremors and choked cries.
“Please, no, Louis. Wake up! Talk to me! No!” He tossed his head from side to side. “You can’t be dead, you just can’t.”
“Denver, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” She clung to his shoulders, willing him to calm. “This is Bryn, I’ve got you.”
“Forgive me, Louis. Please forgive me!”
Bryn didn’t release him. “I’ve got you, baby,” she whispered. “Everything will be okay.” She held him tight, focusing all her energy to bring him peace. “Please, let him know he’s loved.”
Denver leaned against the tree, his head resting on the rough bark. “Oh, Louis, I’m so sorry. So sorry.”
This park was where it happened, the place where teenagers gathered to party. Here, Louis came to celebrate with his friends. Where they passed the bottles around, drinking too much, too fast.
“If I’d been here with you, you wouldn’t have died, Louis.” Denver mourned, his heart aching with regret and remorse. “I’m so sorry!”
“Denver?”
Denver’s head jerked up. “Louis?” He was afraid to turn around. “Louis, how…?”
With tear filled eyes, he turned to see who would possibly be so cruel as to pretend… But the sight that met his eyes was unbelievable. “Louis, God, Louis…it is you.”
Miraculously, Louis stood before him. He looked just as he always had. Whole. Well. Happy. “Denver, you need to stop being sad.”
“I failed you. I’m so sorry. I never should’ve left you. I never should’ve given you my ID.”
“This isn’t your fault, Denver. I asked you for the ID. Your only failure was giving me what I begged you for. You were just trying to make me happy.”
“I was the grown-up. I should’ve known better. I failed you.” Denver poured out his heart to his brother. “If I could do it all over, Louis, I would. I’d trade places with you in a heartbeat.”
Louis listened, a patient loving, look on his face. “You weren’t that much older. I knew better. This isn’t just your fault, it’s mine also.”
“I don’t know how to go on,” Denver told him, holding his hands out beseechingly.
“You have to go on, Denver. Live your life. Be happy.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Denver wanted to grab onto Louis, but when he reached for him, there was nothing there.
“Yes, you must, because I forgive you, Denver. I forgive you.” Louis’s voice reached Denver’s ears, as clear as a bell. “I forgive you.”
Bryn held him while the healing dream swept over him. She knew hearing forgiveness from his brother’s lips was the only way for him to find true peace. How this could be possible was beyond the realm of her understanding. All she knew was that her belief and her desire combined with a power greater than her own, cre
ated a channel, a pathway for divine intervention. Louis giving Denver his forgiveness would give him a lifeline to hold onto when the storms of guilt blew over his heart.
“It’s all right.” She kissed his face, cradling him close. “Everything’s going to be all right.”
Denver opened his eyes, his heart thundering in his chest. “So real,” he whispered. “He forgave me, Bryn.”
“Of course, he forgave you.” Bryn cupped the side of his face. “Louis loves you as much as you love him.” She pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss, offering him comfort and more…if he wanted it.
Denver accepted her kiss, but it took him a moment to realize he was really awake and this was really happening. When he did, he reversed their positions, bringing her underneath him, covering her completely. “Bryn? What do you want?”
Bryn went completely soft in his arms. “You, Denver. I want you.”
“Thank, God,” he whispered as he ran his tongue along her lips, nudging them apart. When she whimpered her acceptance, he kissed her feverishly, licking the roof of her mouth and tasting her tongue.
She returned his kiss, holding nothing back. She couldn’t, this was just too delicious…too sinful. Stop it. Bryn refused to do this to herself again. She wanted Denver and he needed her. This was not a sin, this was natural. Denver slid a hand around her waist and tugged her closer to his rock-hard body. He was big, powerful. His strength didn’t frighten her, he made her feel safe.
“You want this. You want me. Right?” He just had to be sure.
“Yes, I want you. Very much.”
“Good.” Denver pressed greedy kisses from her lips to her cheek, painting a fiery trail all the way down her throat. She tilted her head, granting him greater access. To her relief, he interpreted her move as an invitation to bring his hand to her breast and cup it through the thin material of the T-shirt. Squeezing the soft globe as he peppered butterfly kisses just below her collarbone. As he made love to her, Bryn almost drifted away, letting him take her to a place she’d never been before.
“You’re so sweet, Miss Bryn, so sweet.”
He locked his mouth to hers once more, his kisses rampant and out of control. Bryn didn’t know if she could’ve stopped him now, but she had no will to do so.
For just one moment, he left her, and Bryn blinked, realizing he’d turned on the light. “I want to see you. Raise up your arms.”
She did as he asked, and he pulled the shirt over her head, leaving her naked before him. For a moment, she wanted to wrap her arms over her chest, but his hungry eyes made the shyness melt away. The way he licked his lips as he gazed at her made her feel wanted.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he whispered. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you, not in a million years.”
“You’re beautiful,” she answered, knowing her heart was in her eyes.
“We’ll debate this at a later date.” He gave her a teasing smile as he began to press heavenly kisses all over her body. “But there’s really no question, you’re delectable.” Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them firmly over her head, feathering another kiss to her lips before moving farther down. As he held her immobile, Denver let his lips freely dance over her quivering flesh, moaning when he drew near to one pouting nipple. Bryn couldn’t be quiet when he took one between his lips and began to suckle.
“Oh, my stars,” she keened as he moved from one to the other – sucking, licking, tonguing – taking his own sweet time to give them all the attention he felt they deserved. Need grew in her body as fire raced through her veins.
Bryn kept expecting to feel regret. After all, this was something she’d been warned against all her life. She was letting a man touch her virginal body outside the bonds of holy matrimony. Bryn waited for the shame to come, but it didn’t. She felt amazing, like a whole new world of wonder was appearing before her very eyes. This was different than the last time, she’d moved from a place of curiosity to a place of adoration. She couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else, only Denver. No one else could ever take his place.
“Feel good, baby?” he asked, Denver wanted to make damn sure she was with him every step of the way. Not for a moment did he forget how privileged he was to be with her. Despite their earlier play, this would be her first time.
“Oh, yes, so good.”
As he worshiped her breasts, he watched her throw back her head, thrusting her breasts even closer to his face. “Hold on, Miss Bryn, it’s about to get a whole lot better.” She trembled beneath him as his hand slipped down her body and between her legs, cupping her pussy. Denver was gratified to find her wet and warm for him. “So sweet,” he whispered as he rubbed her, moving his lips to claim her nipple one more time. A desperate need blazed to life within him as he devoured her breasts and pleasured her pussy.
Bryn was dazzled, enraptured. She tugged her hands free to clasp him to her, one hand holding the back of his head to keep him in place. This was happening, she was ready to give herself to man. He’d be her lover. Her first.
Her only.
For a brief second, doubt arose, but when his fingers began to caress her, to play with that most secret part of her – she surrendered. Nothing that felt this good could be wrong.
And everything he did to her felt good. His touch. His kiss. The way he teased her. Pleased her.
This. Them.
They were meant to be.
As his mouth covered hers again, as he continued to caress Bryn between her thighs, she encouraged him. Opening her legs wide, lifting her hips, she let Denver know she wanted more.
Hanging onto her every move, her every whimper, he read her body language and gave her exactly what they both wanted. Moving down her body, he made a place for his wide shoulders between her thighs. Lowering his head, he licked her, causing Bryn to gasp and buck beneath him.
“Oh, my…” As Denver used his tongue to roll around her clit, Bryn swallowed the rest of her exclamation. She’d never felt anything like this, never even imagined such a sensation existed. Rapture. Pure bliss. She clawed at the sheets, scrunching them up between her fingers, humming tuneless notes of erotic excitement as his hands held her hips and his mouth did amazing things to her femininity. “Denver!” she cried out as he licked her, kissed her, closed his mouth around her clit and sucked hard! “Oh, God!”
Swirls of ecstatic feelings swamped Bryn. She tried so hard to process every sensation, every thought. There was so much pleasure, she was blissfully overwhelmed. What little thinking ability she retained, she wondered at Denver. She knew he had to be in need. Yet, all he did, all he sought to do was please her. Make her happy.
Make her his.
She wanted to tell him that his ploy was working. Instead of his little finger, he’d essentially wrapped her around his questing tongue. She was there. So close. So near to something so huge that she didn’t even understand what it was, much less how to process it. Every nerve ending, every cell was stretched tight. Waiting. Hovering over the brink of something so magnificent that she could feel the vibrations rising like a mounting crescendo. With one last pull of his masterful lips on her swollen clit, she shattered. Flying apart in perfect, white-hot pleasure. He kept his mouth right there – at just the right spot. With the right pressure. She jerked, bucked, bowed for him – begging for his kiss, his mouth, his touch. Everywhere. Over her whole body. Now. Forever. “Denver!”
By the time he raised his head, she was boneless. Mindless.
Guilt?
She didn’t even recognize the word.
With a wicked smile, he placed a kiss near her belly button, then worked his way back up her body. “Can I have a kiss?”
“You can have them all,” she whispered as she accepted his mouth, letting her tongue rub on the same tongue that had driven her mad.
“I want them. I want you.” He kissed her over and over. “I need you, Miss Brynn.”
He sat up in the bed, jerked off his briefs, and brought her with him. On his knees, he tugge
d her across his lap to straddle his thighs. Just as he was about to lift her up, he paused to ask one more time. “Are you sure baby? Be very sure.”
“I’m sure,” Bryn told him. “More than sure.” Reaching between them, she took his cock in hand. She didn’t know everything, but she knew what she wanted. “I need you inside me. Filling me up.”
Denver groaned as she fit the broad head of his shaft into the tender well of her opening. “Jesus,” he whispered reverently. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing.
Bryn closed her eyes. Her excitement waned a bit. She was small. Tight. Denver was huge and thick. She’d never had anything so big inside of her. When she would have her monthly, Sister Mary Estelle would give her something to use and she’d always had problems putting it in. “Oh, Denver, I…”
“Let me help, sweetheart.” He knew she was struggling to take him. “Just relax,” he told her as he ran a hand between them to massage her clit again. Bending his head, he sucked at her nipple, knowing she loved these things. Giving her what she needed, he gradually felt her begin to respond, loosen, soften. He knew he was big, throbbing, so greedy to be inside of her that he was leaking precum.
Bryn buried her head into the curve of his neck as she sank down on him. She felt herself stretching. Burning. Yet, there was a growing ache within her to take more and more of him.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He nuzzled her cheek as he worked his way deeper up inside of her. Finally, when he was almost all the way in, he began to rock.
Bryn clung to his shoulders as he helped her move. Slowly. Giving her time to acquaint herself with the feeling of his thick girth, thrusting in an out. When she was able to take him all the way, she sighed in satisfaction. “This is wonderful, Denver.” She loved it. She was hooked. Infatuated. Completely lost in the magic of their bodies becoming one.
“Hold on, baby,” he crooned as he wrapped his hands around her waist and back, holding and guiding her as he coaxed her up and down. Faster and faster. Harder. Until Bryn was bouncing up and down on his shaft, her cream mixing with his precum to ease the way. She moaned and clutched him close, loving how her nipples rasped against his chest with each loving pass.
