Our Little Secret

He shakes his head. ‘Faye...’

‘I want this. I want to make you lose control like you made me today. Let me have this.’

I stroke him harder, let him grind into my grasp as I set the tempo. His hands lift to my shoulders and he throws his head. ‘Si... Si, cara mia.’

His Italian endearment merges with his heightened need and I am so lost to the moment, so lost that I forget I want more, that I want to taste him, like he tasted me.

‘You need to stop before...before...’ I look up into his flushed face and see what he means staring back at me. But it’s my turn to shake my head as I lift my dress to my knees and bend to the ground.

‘It’s my turn,’ I repeat, and his hands lift to my hair, his eyes burning into my lips as I bring them to the tip of his erection and flick my tongue out to tease at his slit.

His cock bucks in my hold, his, ‘Are you sure?’ a growl.

Jesus. I’m on my knees before him, his cock at my lips, and he’s asking me if I’m sure.

How can Dani not know her brother as I do?

He loves.

He cares.

And right now he cares too much to let his wicked desires take over and drive this. My answer is to surround his head and sink him in deep, so deep he reaches the back of my throat, and I know he’s holding back. I know the reason his body is so rigid is that he doesn’t dare fuck my mouth as deeply as he desires. That I have to take him there.

I cover his hand in my hair and I hold him there as my other hand grips him, sinking him in deeper and sucking hard, telling him with my actions what I want, what I need. Slowly he succumbs, his fingers tightening in my hair as his body rocks faster, harder. I moan around him, telling him, yes, yes, yes, come for me. My eyes burn into his, urging him on. The moon enshrouds him in white. He is a dark shadow with eyes that glitter, his panted breaths overtaking the trill of the insects around us, flooding my ears and my clit with heat. I drop the hand over his to the skirt of my dress and hook it under to find my swollen, wet heat and I rock into my palm.

I won’t orgasm. I won’t. This is for him. But I can’t ignore the acute beat that demands something, anything.

‘Faye... Faye... Faye...’ My name erupts with every rock of his body and then he bucks sharply, his head thrown back, growling to the heavens, and I cry with him as he fills my hungry mouth, my body grinding hard on my fingers. Yes, oh, yes, Rafael.

It’s incredible. Other-worldly. Never have I... Outdoors like this...

‘Faye! Rafael!’

Shit, it’s Dani!

I scramble to my feet, cup him and pull up his zipper in one, my ‘Jesus!’ and his ‘Dio!’ coming in unison. I’m trying to feed his belt back through the loop when I hear steps on the path behind us and he takes over so I can wipe the back of my hand across my mouth.

‘There you are. I thought the vines had swallowed you both up for a second,’ she calls out as I spin to face her and conceal Rafael as best I can behind me. ‘You ready to play cards, the two of you?’

‘Yes, absolutely. Raf?’ I turn to look up at him, grateful that the darkness will conceal his flushed cheeks.

‘Si, un minuto.’

Okay, so he’s just saying ‘in one minute’, but still my insides quiver over it as if it’s the sexiest utterance I’ve ever heard.

I smile at him, my pleasure at what we’ve done shining in my face.

His eyes fall to mine. His lips are soft—no grim line now, no hardness, sadness or regret—and my heart squeezes in my chest. I did that. I did that to him, for him, and it feels so good, so dangerously good.

He’s not yours to worry about. He’s not your lover, not your brother, not your concern.

Only, I do care, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

We might not have a future, but my heart isn’t fussed. I know this is bad, really bad, but if I can enjoy my week like this, if I can go some way towards healing Rafael and his relationship with his family, it can’t be all bad.

Can it?

‘Well, are you coming? They’re getting restless up there.’