Brim Over Boot (The Darling Brothers, #2)

by Emmy Sanders

I have never, not once, been interested in a man. Never kissed one or even wanted to. And of all the men in the world I could have chosen to kiss, hate-fueled or otherwise, it just had to be Colton goddamn Darling.

I have a hate-on for Noah fucking King.

“Beg me to fill your tight virgin ass with my cock, little Colt. Say the words, and it’s yours.” Tears roll down my cheeks, whether from Noah’s grip in my hair, the blowjob, or the fact that I know I’m going to ask for it like he wants. I knew weeks ago I’d do whatever Noah needed to get him to fuck me. To find out, once and for all, what it feels like to be full of the man, overwhelmed and overloaded, consumed in a way I never have been before. All he needs is the words. He needs my consent. That’s it. “Please,” I breathe when Noah pulls back. “Please what?” he asks gently, rubbing a tear away with his thumb. I kiss the head of his cock, my eyes slipping closed. “Please fuck me.” “Colt, baby,” he says, his voice so quiet I’m not sure I’m meant to hear it. “Anything.”

Colton goddamn Darling is going to find out what it means to be mine.

Even rabbits have a powerful purpose, don’t they? They nourish the wolf.

“Christ, Noah. It’s not that I care what other people think. I just… It’s fucking throwing me, okay? You and me. It doesn’t make sense to me, so how is it gonna make sense to anyone else?” He scrubs his face before adding, “But it doesn’t need to, does it? Fuck. How did this even happen? How’d we end up here?” “Well,” I say slowly, rubbing Colton’s thighs. “Pretty sure after spending half our lives hating and avoiding one another, kissing and fucking was simply bound to happen.” He stills before snorting a laugh. “Is that right?” “Mhm. Laws of nature, you know.”

“Against all goddamn sense and reason, you made me fall brim over boot, Noah King. And now I don’t know which way is up unless it’s with you.”

We fight for what’s important in life. Every big moment. Every small. And love, well. I think that might just be the most important battle worth waging.

I chuckle, licking him broadly before easing back. “Beg me, little Colt. Let me hear you.” He huffs out a breath, his ass waiting in front of me, a dusting of hair covering his balls as I roll them in my palm. King stares back at me from atop his right ass cheek, permanent and stunning. “I want your tongue in my ass,” he finally says, half huff, half moan. “Please. Please, King. Tongue me, and fuck me, and make me come so hard I forget my own fucking name.”

“Little Colt,” I murmur affectionately, tightening my grip. His eyes never leave mine. “Come on and paint my ass so I can fill yours.”