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  I ran my hands back over her body, listening to the soft moans and pleas escaping her. Reaching the apex of her thighs, I could feel her arousal; how turned on she was already, when I’d barely touched her, made my cock ache even more, desperate to be part of this. She moaned aloud, throwing her head back against me as I began to circle her clit. Her body framed by my own, I nipped her earlobe gently, reassuringly.

  It was always a good feeling to turn someone on, but, with Lena, it was more than that - the trust she had in me and the faith she placed in me were a huge turn-on for me.

  She groaned, arching her back and pushing her pussy against my hand. I slipped a finger from my other hand inside her. A soft mewl escaped her. I continued to circle her clit with one hand whilst the fingers from the other hand felt inside for that sweet spot of hers. Moving my fingers in unison, I picked up the pace, circling her clit and moving my fingers in and out of her.

  I felt her legs sag slightly and knew she was getting close. My name on her lips as I kissed her neck, whispering in her ear, coaxing her to come for me and telling her I much I loved her and loved fucking her. I slid in and out with ease, she was soaking wet for me.

  She moved back against me, in time with my movements, riding my fingers as I circled her clit. Her body was tensing. Leaning forward again, I bit down on her neck, hard enough that she gasped, before sucking firmly to take away the sting. A second later, she fell apart in my arms, riding out her orgasm on my hand. She sagged against me, moving my hands to pull her in close.

  I kissed her gently, and she turned to me, a look of pure contentment and satisfaction on her face as she smiled at me, and, damn, it felt good to know I’d put that smile there.

  I spun her around to face me, catching her under her arse to lift her up and she shrieked, laughing in glee and amusement. “Put me down! Nate! I can walk, you crazy man!” I carried her out of the kitchen towards the stairs. “Oh, no! No, no no! Nate, you cannot carry me up the stairs! Put me down, for God’s sake! I can walk!” Her voice was shrill and filled with laughter. She tried to wriggle away from me and I stood still and looked down at her as she sat on my hips.

  I kept my face blank, my voice serious, “I’d like to make it up to the bedroom, but if you continue to fight me like this, I’ll just fuck you on the stairs.” She immediately stopped moving, her mouth gaped open, and despite myself, I laughed out loud at her reaction. I waggled my eyebrows at her and continued to carry her up the stairs.

  Going into the bedroom I walked to the bed and lifting her off me, I threw her down onto it. She rolled away from me, her eyes dancing with delight and humour. I stalked after her and she jumped off the bed, leaping away from me as I grinned at her.

  I couldn’t help but laugh; both of us stark naked, chasing each other around the bedroom. I walked towards her but she moved away so I feigned a dart to the right and she ran straight into me, I grabbed her,- spinning her around and pushing her back onto the bed, pinning her there with my body as I held her hands above her head with one hand, tracing the outline of her body with the other hand. She closed her eyes briefly, sighing softly.

  I knew she was ready for me; damn she’d been soaking wet before I’d made her come. I pushed into her without warning and her eyes snapped open. She gripped me tightly, her warm, wet pussy my own piece of heaven.

  I moved above her, the evidence of her arousal coating me as I slid in and out of her. Slowly, pulling out to the tip before thrusting back hard into her, I fought the urge to increase the tempo as she moaned beneath me. I gripped her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed, allowing me to set the pace and depth. She groaned on each thrust, biting down on her lip.

  “Don’t hold back, Lena! Let me hear you Princess!”

  I saw her face break into a smile, I picked up the pace slightly, and her breath caught. Her moans became more urgent as I raised her legs, tilting her slightly, allowing me more access. “Oh, God…Nate!...Fucking hell!” Her breath was coming in pants now and hearing my name on her lips drove me on until I heard her strangled cry as she tensed around me, gripping me tightly as her hands caught and squeezed my arse cheeks hard, her nails digging in.

  I slowed my rhythm whilst she rode out her wave of pleasure,then, the minute that I saw her eyes flickering open, I picked up the pace again, chasing my own release.

  Her head was thrown back in ecstasy; she lifted her arse, meeting me thrust for thrust until my own orgasm fired through me. She grabbed me to lie on top of her, her arms tightly clenched around my back.

  I slid slowly out of her, rolling over slightly so that I could lie next to her, pulling her in close to me and kissing her forehead. We lay for a few minutes in each other’s arms, letting our breathing and heart rate regulate.

  “What happened?” she asked bluntly.

  I kissed her forehead again, about to fob her off and tell her that it wasn’t important, but I stopped myself. “Jonathan overdosed.” I paused for a second, letting the enormity of what I’d just said wash over me.

  It hurt, it really fucking hurt, to know that my brother was doing this to himself; that, despite the pleading from everyone around him, he couldn’t even bring himself to accept help.

  Lena hadn’t said anything. I’d seen the shock on her face that morning but she’d quickly reined it back in. She lay patiently, waiting for me to say more, her fingers gently stroking circles on my hip, a comforting gesture that I normally reserved to her.

  “I’m not sure on what. He wasn’t cooperating with anyone when I got there but he was ok. He’ll probably have gone home already; he was adamant he wanted to leave even though his heart rate was elevated, his stats were all over the place.” I shook my head in frustration. “They can only advise him to stay. If he wants to discharge himself, that’s his choice. He’s not a danger to anyone else or himself…well…” I laughed, and it sounded bitter, hollow and empty. “I’ve said that that’s it. I’m walking. I don’t want or need this hassle in my life. I’m done.” My voice sounded hard, void of emotion despite the ache in my heart.

  I hadn’t looked at her as I spoke, gazing instead towards the window, but she pulled my jaw, forcing me to meet her eyes.

  Instead of judgement, I saw compassion; instead of the pity I’d been dreading I saw sympathy, my own pain mirrored in hers.

  “Are you OK? Nate, if you need to walk away, that’s your decision. I’ll always be there for you. You can’t force someone to make the right choices.”

  I looked back at her, needing her to understand, wanting her to absolve me of the guilt I felt even though I knew that she couldn’t.

  “My parents left us money and a requirement of that was that he make amends, or at least make a reasonable attempt to build bridges with Gramps and me. He needs to try and sort himself out. If he doesn’t, then he’s cut off.”

  Her eyes opened wide as she considered what I’d told her. She was quiet for a moment as she thought it through then she turned back to me. “You can’t let the thought of the money cloud your judgement. That’s not what’s really important. The relationship with your brother is the main thing. Forget about the money. That’s irrelevant.”

  I shook my head, ready to disagree, but she, put her finger to my mouth to stop me from speaking. “Let it go for now. Today has been a stressful and upsetting day. You can’t think and deal with this rationally at the moment.” She ran her fingers through my hair as she spoke, a simple, reassuring gesture.

  I frowned, needing to make her understand. “This isn’t a small amount, Lena. It’s a big deal.”

  She met my eyes. “I don’t believe you’d put any amount of money before your family, before people you care about, or before what’s right, so the money is irrelevant. The money has no bearing on your relationship, whether you fight to salvage it or choose to walk away. I know that you’ve probably had one hell of a fright today, and I can’t imagine how much he’s upset and hurt you…I’m not going to pretend to know how you feel… I’m just asking you not to
make any rash decisions whilst you’re upset…he’s still your brother.”

  I felt restless again. She sensed my mood and cuddled into me, pulling me close as I fought the urge again to jump up from the bed and leave.

  “I don’t want to upset you, baby,” she murmured, and I kissed the top of her head distractedly.

  I knew that she didn’t want to upset me, but she would never understand everything between Jonathan and me. Hell, I didn’t understand it - the hatred, the bitterness, the resentment. It was like a poison and I was sick of it, sick of him contaminating everything that I had in my life; anything that was mine he tried to take; anything that made me happy he tried to ruin.

  I’d probably never know the truth about my time at university and whether he’d been behind the drugs that were found, but Marcus’s belief was enough for me. The fact that he’d taken Clarissa from me as well as the lies he’d told to try and drive a wedge between my parents and me, it was all getting too much.

  Now this - on top of all the other things! I couldn’t do it anymore. I wanted him out of my life. I needed him out of my life but I honestly didn’t know if I could cut him off.

  I opened my eyes to find Lena beside me, looking directly into my eyes, a relaxed smile on her face.

  “Morning, sleepyhead,” she murmured.

  “This is becoming a habit!”

  She leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips before pulling back and fixing her blue eyes on me.

  “You ok?” She seemed to read the dirty thoughts going through my mind as she laughed and rolled away from me.

  I groaned, reaching out to catch her as she slid out of the bed away from my hands.

  “Uh-uh, Masters! Do you have any idea how late it is? I’ve got plans for today but I’ll call you later.”

  I rolled onto my back, reaching for the clock on the bedside table to check the time and was stunned to find it was nearly 8.30am.

  I’d never slept that late.

  “I’ll put it down to sheer exhaustion! I’ve got to get over to the refuge. I said I’d visit this morning. I’ve been waiting for you to wake for the last hour or so but you were sleeping so peacefully,”

  I threw the covers back and got up from the bed, making her back away towards the door, her hand held up in front of her in defense, belying the laughter that was bubbling from her.

  “Nate, seriously, I have places to be. Put that damn thing away and let me go quietly!”

  I walked towards her, naked, and her eyes roved over my body, settling on my erection that was ready and waiting for her. She was trying her best to look stern but failing miserably. “Nate, I’ve gotta go…” her voice was weak, lacking any real conviction and I grinned at her, taking another step forward as she retreated from me. Reaching the doorway she stopped.

  I walked forward again, standing right in front of her, close enough that I could hear her breath catch as I leaned forward, stopping inches from her face, “Just give me a goodbye kiss! I’ll catch you later.”

  She looked unsure. I knew she hated to be late; control was an issue for her. She stepped into me, her lips softly brushing mine.

  I moved forward, taking her with me so that she was pressed against the doorframe. She didn’t resist as I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue in, wrapping my hand in her hair as the other squeezed her arse, holding her body tight to me. “Go on! Have a good day! I’ll pick you up later.” I murmured as I pulled back from her.

  She sighed, looking relieved and disappointed at the same time. “I feel mean for leaving you in this position.” Her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

  I thought for a moment she was genuinely concerned before I saw the corner of her mouth quirk up and realised she was referring to my morning wood. “Princess, I’m constantly turned on around you. If you want to deal with this” - I caught hold of my dick with my hands and smirked at her, - “every time that it gets hard for you, we’ll never get anything else done. Not that I’m complaining! I think it would be fair of you to make it up to me later, though, you know, since you’re leaving me like this.”

  “I’ll text you later, Masters.” She walked out of the room and down the stairs, throwing over her shoulder as she went, “Think of me!” her voice rich with suppressed laughter.

  “Always,” I yelled back, smiling as I heard her giggling as she walked out of the front door.

  I would be finishing work late tonight. Lena had made plans to go out with the girls, and I’d said I would pick them up at the end of my shift.

  I was just getting out of the shower when the house phone rang and wrapping the towel around my waist, I went to answer it.

  Expecting a cold caller - some random conversation about insurances or payment protection, I was completely thrown when James’s voice came through on the line. Frowning, I instinctively moved to sit on the bed. He’d never felt the need to call me in the past, and I couldn’t imagine that, the first time that he did, it would be to share good news. I didn’t give him a chance to say anything other than his introduction before I demanded to know what was wrong.

  He sighed, and I felt his apprehension coming through the line. “Jonathan was admitted to hospital yesterday. It was drugs related, Nate.”

  I flinched even though I knew. Despite the fact that I’d been there and had seen him and knew he was Ok; James’s words still hurt me. “I know.”

  “I’m sorry Nate – genuinely, I am. But you should know there was a stipulation in your parents’ documents. It was clearly stated in Jonathan’s papers. He’s well aware of the repercussions of such an event.”

  I stared at the phone in confusion, although I knew exactly what it was that James was telling me.

  He sounded troubled, “Nate, your parents asked - begged - your brother to seek treatment. They had set up access to a treatment centre for him. They were desperate for him to get help, but they were adamant that, if he were to overdose or be charged with any drug offence, he would be cut off. That was the bottom line. They had tried and tried, Nate. He refuses to acknowledge that he has a problem, and this has been going on for too long.” He stopped, and my breath froze in my chest.

  It was all very well, my saying that I was going to cut him off and cease contact, but for my parents to have deliberately planned to cut him out, I didn’t know how to react to that.

  James allowed me a few minutes of silence before speaking again. His voice was softer, warmer, “Nate, you both received your own personal letters from your parents. His stated what would be the result of this happening. This isn’t anything that you have any control over. I just wanted to make you aware that the money will be transferred into your account once I can settle all paperwork.”

  “I don’t understand,” I could hear him moving about with the phone and wondered why he was dealing with this at the weekend, and how on earth he could even know about Jonathan. Before I could ask him any questions he spoke again.

  “Nate, your parents had planned for this eventuality. They hadn’t wanted to, but, sadly, they felt they needed to, and unfortunately, this is the route that your brother has decided to take. There will still be funds available, should he decide that he wishes to seek help, but the vast majority of the estate is to be transferred across to you. Due to the circumstances, there is no need to wait for the two year period. The money for Jonathan has been forfeited by the breaking of the terms that your parents set out.”

  Clearly, this was why Jonathan had yelled at me about the money yesterday. He must have been aware that this was coming, but I still had no idea how James had heard about Jonathan’s overdose. He wasn’t going to give me the chance to question him over the phone, though, but asked me if I could call in his office that day.

  I explained that I had to go to work but he tied me down to the following morning. I asked him if he could tell me anything else, but he declined, informing me politely that he would explain everything in detail once he saw me.

  I wished Lena was still there to provide me
with a welcome distraction. We ended the call and unease swept through me as I sat on the edge of the bed.

  I felt conflicted. So many different emotions were warring inside me: relief that he’d actually managed to fuck this up by himself; guilt that I even felt like this; distress that he would happily believe that the reason I’d said I was walking yesterday was because I’d get the money.

  I don’t know why I was bothered about what he thought of me - he’d always thought the worst - but it was just so damn unfair.

  I was upset and hurt at how things had turned out. It was easy enough to say that I was walking away: words were easy but it was actions that mattered. Would walking away from my brother be the brave and sensible thing to do or the weak and cowardly escape? I really didn’t know.

  We may not have had a good relationship, but he was my brother, and, as much as Clarissa’s words had angered and hurt me, they were true to an extent. My Gramps was becoming an old man, and I didn’t have any other relative apart from Jonathan.

  I jumped up off the bed, trying to force my mind to think of something else. I threw my clothes on quickly, keen to dress and escape from my house.

  Gloria beamed at me as I walked towards the desk, but I could hardly bring myself to return the gesture, a tight smile on my face as I walked past briskly to my Gramp’s room.

  Poor Gloria! She was going to think I had multiple personalities at this rate.

  He was sitting in his usual spot, a crossword puzzle in his hand. His smile fell away as soon as I walked in. He stood up instantly, holding out his arms, to pull me into him like a child and I went to him, not caring about the fact I was a fully grown man.

  He squeezed me tightly to him, surprising me with his strength as we stood together for a few long moments. He patted my back, releasing me from his embrace, and I sat down, my conflicted emotions obvious on my face as he moved to take a seat opposite me.

  I tried to get the words out, but my mouth was refusing to cooperate. He held up his hand and rose again from his seat, walked over to his bed, reached under the pillow, pulled out a small bottle and came back towards me with a grin.