Being the tall freak had some advantages. Especially since in recent years he'd bulked up. He was a powerhouse of muscle. And apparently that was something that came in handy when you wanted to screw your brother's brains out - who'd've guessed it?
It was hardly some great, poetic, Mills and Boon love story. It was rough, sweaty, desperate fucking. All grabbing and scratching and biting. And not that he was exactly trying to compare or even think about it, but it was completely different to sex with Amelia.
It was pretty incredible - if he did say so himself. "Dean..." When did words become so hard? His throat was hoarse with moaning, and it was getting increasingly difficult to think of anything other than how damn good it felt to be slamming into his brother and how close to losing it he was.