Loving My Brother’s Best Friend

As Cole lifted Reyna from the floor, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was still deep inside her, and their lips were sealed with each other. His rings and tattooed hands were pressed against her hips.

He lay on the bed with her and pounded into her hard and fast, trying to release his stress. She moaned, fisting the mattress, and her legs were on his shoulders.

It hurt her a bit because he was so hard and rough with her for the first time, but she could take any pain to give relief to her love.

He was giving her sharp, harsh thrusts, and all she could do was scream hysterically while grabbing his neck chain and trying to draw him closer to her. Due to the intense pleasure he was giving him, she would undoubtedly break his chain today. He was just preoccupied with finding some relief from this.

He collapsed exhausted, firmly hugging her and burying his face in her chest like a baby. His inked hand was wrapped around her petite waist.

“Sleep, Baby, and everything is gonna be fine because now I’m with you.” She reassured him by running her fingers through his hair before covering herself and him with the duvet.

He finally fell asleep soundly after a long period of troubled sleep because he knew his guardian Angel was now there to keep him safe from the nightmares, and she dozed off as well while caressing his hair because of the exhaustion.

Reyna had a smile on her face when she woke up the following morning because Cole had been sucking one of her nipples as a baby while sleeping, but her smile faded and her eyes became moist as she remembered what had happened the night before.

‘My love is in so much pain. I don’t understand what I should do to make him understand. He is punishing himself for putting me in a coma. God, please help me to heal him. I just can’t see him like this.” She prayed, stroking his hair, staring at him with profound concern in her eyes. She moved her face down and placed a soft kiss on his hair.

She didn’t want to disturb his sleep because she knew he was sleeping peacefully after a long time, so that’s why she didn’t move. She kept lying there, caressing his hair and staring at the ceiling, pondering about what she could do to help him.

He awoke after an hour and raised his face from her boobs before kissing her lips chastely. He felt better after a good night’s sleep.

“I’m feeling so good after a long time. But I’m sorry for last night, I was so hard,” she shushed him with another kiss by clasping his face.

She whispered against his lips, caressing his stubbles. “Never say sorry for venting your stress on me. I’m glad to make you feel better. Rather, you should apologise for keeping your pain hidden from me. I don’t know why I couldn’t see your pain this time.”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Because I didn’t let you see it, I’m sorry. I wish I could fulfil your wish to go on the bike ride with you.” Every line of his face was etched with guilt and sorrow as he spoke.

“Cole, you’ll ride it. Time will heal you, and now I’m with you.” She reassured him, softly caressing the ring on his brow with her fingers.

“No, Kiddo, it’s never going to happen because that incident wouldn’t leave me. God punished me for hurting you, and I have accepted it. Please, now you should also accept that I will never ride the bike.” He implored, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“Cole, God isn’t punishing you, rather you’re punishing yourself. Please forgive yourself because you won’t heal until you do this.” She explained to him, clasping his face.

“Please, Kiddo, try to understand, I can’t ride the bike. It’s not in my hand.” He closed his eyes dejectedly because his hands began to tremble again. A lone tear trickled down her cheek as she noticed this.

‘No, I can’t fall weak. I have to handle him.’ She immediately wiped her tears and composed herself.

“Okay, I will never ask you to ride the bike. Relax.” As she calmed him down by rubbing his biceps, he opened his eyes and stared at her like a helpless child while his hands were still trembling.

He lay down, turning his back to her, and then shed silent tears. “These anxiety attacks are driving me insane, Kiddo. I wish I could stop this.” As a sob escaped from his mouth, she felt a piercing pain in her heart.

She immediately engulfed him in her arms from behind. “This will stop, you will be fine, Cole, believe me.” She reassured him, mutely crying with him and hugging him tighter and tighter from behind.

He was whimpering like a baby, so she broke the hug and turned him around before straddling him. She positioned herself on him and slowly eased him into herself. She leaned over him, taking him deeper, and then sucked off his every tear and kissed his eyelids.

“Love, forget everything and just feel me. Relish this moment of our togetherness.” She whispered, touching her face with his. His pain vanished like magic, and he felt relieved to be deep inside her.

She sat up and rode him, pressing her hands on his buffed tattooed chest. He groaned, running his hands all over her bare body while she moved up and down, moaning. She just wanted to make him feel better by doing that.

“Cole, recall that day when you entered deep inside me for the first time. We were on the bike.” As she mentioned the bike, he recalled the accident and roughly pushed her onto the bed before hovering over her. She was doing her best to distract him from the horrible incident by reminding him of their wonderful times on the bike, but his mind couldn’t stop thinking about the accident every time she mentioned the bike.

He pinned her hands against the mattress and jabbed into her, making her scream. “Because of my bike, you went into a coma. Because of me, you suffered, Kiddo. I can never forgive myself for hurting you.” He yelled, pounding into her hard and fast.

“Cole, you… have to for… give… yourself.” As she moaned, clasping his face, he was enraged and flipped her onto her front.

“No, I’ll never forgive myself.” He rammed into her from behind after raising her from the bed by grasping her waist.

“Cole, please… if you don’t forgive… yourself, you won’t get healed… and ride the bike.” She tried to make him understand, moaning while he was thrusting his shaft into her rapidly.

“No. Don’t you understand I can never ride the bike again?” He thundered and entered deep into her, shutting her mouth with his palms. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks because he wasn’t ready to forgive himself.

“Nothing else matters to me if you’re with me. Kiddo, you’re enough for me. Please understand that riding the bike again is not in my power. Please understand me.” He begged in her ear, entering as deep as he could into her by pressing his front body against her back.

She glanced at him over her shoulder with her moist eyes and muttered, “Okay, I understand you. Do whatever makes you feel better. Just don’t forget that I’m with you.”

He turned Reyna’s face towards him and spoke softly against her lips, “For now I love to be inside you. Thank you for being there for me always.” Then he kissed her lips savagely while giving her hard shots, making her moan in his mouth.

After a few minutes, he again dozed off, placing his head on her bare back, and she kept lying, eyes musing on the wall.