by Scarlet West
I laughed as he pushed me back onto the bed. His mouth moved lower, and I gasped as he kissed my nipple. His hands played with my left nipple, expertly working it in a way that sent messages of pure fire to my brain.
I moaned irrepressibly as he kneed between my thighs.
My body erupted in chills.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered. I parted my legs and he slid eagerly in between. His cock was already hard and I felt it pushing against me in a way that made me ache.
I angled my his differently and I felt him already pushing into me. I laughed and moved lower, his cock sliding into me. My body was so ready for him, every inch of me shivering, wanting him so badly.
He hissed out an exhale as he entered me. I gasped.
Thick and huge, he filled me in a way that was so arousing I couldn’t quite believe it. It was as if my body had been wanting this for months without me knowing it. I sighed and he pushed out, making a sweetly satisfied sound as he pushed in again.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured. “You’re so sexy.”
“You too,” I said. He was. Looking up at him, his shoulders shiny with sweat, his face twisted with sweet pleasure, he really was wonderful.
He started moving faster and a strange force seemed to possess me, my entire body aching and throbbing and shivering as he moved and I thrust with him. There was a primal need inside me, a sort of wildness that had never come out with anyone before or since and I moved with him, crying out in abandon, my palms on his muscly back, holding onto him as he gasped and plunged with me.
We were moving and pushing and thrusting and it felt as if my whole body had lost all sense of anything except the sweet pulsing sensation that was starting to build and grow and possess me. I could feel the slow throbbing rising up inside me, rising and growing.
I screamed as I came, clinging onto him as a spasm so intense rocked my core.
He was still shoving into me, pushing and panting.
When he came, he collapsed against me, his weight comforting as we lay together.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured as he slid off me. “That was amazing.”
I smiled as he rolled off and headed to the bathroom. He came out with tissues and gently started to clean me off. I let him touch me expertly and carefully and when he was back in the bathroom, washing himself off, I couldn’t help considering Heath from the night before.
Where Heath had been gentle and gentlemanly, Donnell was intense and passionate. I smiled, remembering the way he’d taken me so hastily. I couldn’t help the fact that fresh sweetness coursed through my body remembering that.
I felt sweetly fulfilled, but my body already wanted him again. He came and lay down beside me. His eyes met mine.
“So?” he asked.
“So?” I smiled, rolling onto my side. He reached over and cupped my cheek.
“So?” he asked, sliding his leg between mine. I reached down and felt that he was already starting to become aroused again. I felt a thrill of pleasure at that discovery. I smiled.
“Well?” I asked.
He grinned. His hand went lower, sliding between my thighs. I knew I was ready again and smiled as he discovered that with a look of pleasure on his face. His fingers found my clit and stroked it. I smiled and parted my thighs a little further, letting his fingers touch me.
He was smiling too, and he seemed to take pleasure in making me gasp, because he pulled gently on my clit in a way that made me actually cry out.
“So?” he asked again. “Something different?”
I raised a brow. “What shall we do that’s different?”
I reached between his legs, finding his hard cock and taking it in my palm. He tensed and an expression of lust crossed his face that made me grin. I worked it and then he was sitting up, drawing me to him.
“At the desk?”
I raised a brow. “That’s different.”
He laughed. “Well, I try, honey.”
I grinned wryly as he sat down and pulled me into his lap. I stood and carefully lowered my throbbing wetness onto his cock.
He gritted his teeth as I lowered my body onto his. I tensed, feeling his hard cock fill me. When I had moved down to the very bottom and he was pushed up inside me, I didn’t move. It felt so good.
He stared into my eyes and I raised my body and lowered it again. He cried out.
“Oh, baby,” he sighed.
His hands tightened on my waist and I started moving faster, feeling the sweet pressure on the sweet parts of me. I rode up and down, starting slow and then working up faster and his thick hardness pushed up into me so nicely as my weight moved up and down. It was the sweetest feeling, the climax building in me.
He was gasping and panting too, clinging onto me with one arm, the other gripping the chair. I heard him grunt and groan beneath me, felt his grip intensify.
I came and the feeling after I came was blissful as I leaned against his chest, his own body already spent. He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned on him, feeling every nerve in my body tingling. I could have sat there for longer, his arms around me, the feeling of release washing me out, but he lifted me and stood.
“So?” he said as we went to lie down on his bed.
“So?”
“That was incredible,” he said. I smiled at him.
“Good.”
We both laughed. I lay down beside him, my body on its side, pressed to his side where he lay flat on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
“I think I sprained my wrist,” he grinned.
“Oh?” I was instantly concerned, my face twisting into a moue of surprise as I looked down at his arm. He shook his head.
“It was worth it,” he said with a smile. “I’ll bandage it later.”
I smiled and touched it gently, making him wince.
“You’ll need to bandage it,” I said.
We must have dozed because the next thing I knew, he was sitting up, his hand gentle on my hair.
“We should go, huh?”
I sighed and nodded. “I guess.” To my surprise, I was reluctant to go. I looked into his brown eyes and met that intense, passionate stare.
“We both have to work,” he said ruefully.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“I’ll drive you home?” he asked.
“It’s far,” I warned.
“It’s only ten P.M.,” he said. “And it’s the least I can do.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Not at all.”
He started to get dressed and I watched almost wistfully as that stunning body disappeared under his shirt and trousers.
When we were in the car, the drowsiness filling me, I studied him and thought. I couldn’t help wondering if all the four of them were as different. Heath had been so tender, Donnell so passionate. What was Clarke like? And Grayson?
I smiled to myself. Donnell smiled back.
“I might see you again?” he asked hopefully.
“You might,” I agreed. He laughed.
“Good.”
I cleared my throat. “You’re okay that I and Heath…”
“Well, I can’t not be,” he said, and I noticed that strange possessiveness in his gaze. “I get that you’re not, well…serious. And that’s fine with me.”
I cleared my throat as a lump formed. “Thanks,” I said. I really meant it.
“Not at all,” he said again. “In fact, you noticed Clarke too huh?”
“Clarke?”
He laughed. “Come on, Kelsey—he is the best boyfriend material of all of us.”
“Truly?” I frowned. I would have thought Heath was—steadfast, gentle and understanding. Clarke—sweet, funny Clarke—had his appeal, though.
Kelsey, I thought. Stop it.
But I couldn’t help it. The idea of another brother was appealing.
He laughed. “Well? What do you think?”
I raised a brow at him. “I think I will decide for myself,” I said loftily.
He laughed
and we kissed.
At my house, in my own bed, I snuggled down and considered going through all the brothers. It was an exciting, naughty thought. And, if nothing else, it would take my mind off thoughts of my own worries and my past wounds. If it was going on offer, I certainly wasn’t going to say no. The memories of the night and promise of the future made me drift off with a pleasant smile on my face.
7
Kelsey
I spent the whole week on work. With my body satisfied and my mind open for the new job, things went very smoothly and it was only by Friday that I had time and space to ponder. I wondered how I would feel about seeing Donnell again. To my surprise, I heard from him that afternoon.
We’re planning a trip to the farmer’s market. Want to join?
I raised a brow. Who was planning it?
I wrote back. Who’s going? Sounds fun.
The reply was almost instant. Clarke and me. Should be nice—lots of natural produce.
Yeah, I wrote back. I like natural things.
Sounds good. See you at six thirty at the market?
I wrote back. Sounds good.
I finished my work early and then Googled for the details of the market. I hadn’t heard about it before. It must be a new venture, I thought idly. Probably part of the widespread effort to promote locally grown stuff. It sounded nice.
I headed home at five, wondering idly what to wear to the market. I chose a pair of jeans and a blouse in rich blue and cream. I left my hair loose.
“Hey,” Donnell greeted me, his eyes lighting up as he shook my hand. I felt a pleasant tingle as he touched my hand. His wrist, I noticed, was bandaged. He saw me looking and smiled. I smiled back.
I shook hands and then turned to Clarke, who smiled warmly and held out a hand to me.
“Hey.”
“Good to see you,” I said.
“Thanks.”
I took a place between the two of them, my insides heating up as I walked between them. I could feel Donnell’s hand near my hip and I was also aware of Clarke’s presence, warm and fresh, beside me.
“So,” Clarke grinned at me. “How was work?”
“Nice,” I said, brushing pale blonde hair out of my eye. “Yours?”
“Easy,” he smiled.
“You always say that,” Donnell laughed. “Oh, look. Dried fruit.”
I raised a brow at Clarke as Donnell headed off toward the stall. Clarke laughed.
“Donnell’s into cooking,” he explained. “Not that you’d think so, mind.”
“He is?” I smiled. I would never have guessed. Though I supposed it did make a kind of sense he had a good appetite for everything else, after all.
“Yeah,” Clarke nodded. “When we have family dinners he always has something special to make.”
“Do you cook?”
Clarke shook his head, smiling easily. “Only if I want to provide fuel for the nuclear power plants.”
We both laughed loudly. I felt my spirits lighten just from chatting with him. I wondered what he would be like, if I were to get a chance to find out what he was like in bed. Where his elder brothers were passionate and gentle respectively, I let myself imagine him as original.
He was handsome, I noticed, studying him out of the corner of my eye. He had a thinner face than his brothers, with bigger, wider eyes of a paler brown. His hair was a soft auburn and he had a compact build; a little shorter than Donnell, but with a broader build.
“You like cooking?”
I shrugged. “I don’t mind it.”
In truth, I didn’t tend to cook much—years of cooking in lodgings at college had kind of put me off my own cooking a bit. Now that I was home I hadn’t cooked yet.
“Me neither,” he said. “So? You want to get cheese?”
I raised a brow. “Let’s look.”
If he was planning to seduce me, he sure was going about it an odd way. I let myself be open to the experience. It could be fun.
We went to look for cheese. I bought some Camembert and we shared a sample of Cheddar. He took some and then took some for me, gently putting it between my lips. I raised a brow. The look in his eyes was exciting. I smiled at him, teasing.
“That was different,” I said.
He blushed. “Sorry if I…”
I shook my head. “Not at all,” I said lightly. “I like different.”
“Good.”
His boyishly handsome face looked relieved. I looked around the market.
“Vegetables?”
He raised a brow. “I was thinking more of that stall there.”
He was indicating a stall of coconuts. I smiled and we ordered coconut water. Refreshing and delicious, it enlivened me.
We had fun walking through the stalls. I looked around nervously, wondering where Donnell had got to. After all, he invited me.
“Where’s Donnell?” I asked.
Clarke shrugged lightly. “He said he might have to go early,” he said.
I shot him a look but he seemed to be genuinely guileless. I wondered if he had planned this with Donnell or if he was really as innocent as he was making out.
“Where’d he go to?” I asked conversationally.
“He said he had an appointment.”
I frowned, trying to gauge whether it was true or not. Clarke’s brown eyes seemed honest. I wondered what the heck was going on here.
“You want to go back?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Do you?”
I paused, considering. If I went back, I might never get to find out what he would be like. But wouldn’t it be more sensible if I just stopped all this. I mean, it was crazy. Wasn’t it?
I sighed. What did I actually want to do?
I didn’t know. At least, I didn’t know yet. Of all the brothers, Clarke was the only one with whom I didn’t have well…chemistry. I put my head on one side, studying him the way someone might study a cheese at market.
Big shoulders. Small waist. Nice smile. Boyish face.
I looked into his eyes. He seemed completely aware of my studying, and entirely unabashed. He put his own head on one side and studied me too, though not as overtly as I’d studied him. He grinned.
“You want to go find a drink or something?”
I frowned. “Maybe,” I agreed. There was no reason why not.
My heart thumping, knowing this was a bad idea and wanting to do it anyway, I followed him to a table. We sat down together. He hailed a waiter and ordered us each a draft beer. I don’t normally drink beer, but I decided to go with it since it seemed to be what everyone else was drinking.
“So?” Clarke said, giving me that strange, curious look again. “What is it you do, again?”
I smiled. “Same as your strangely absent brother, actually,” I said lightly. “I’m a financial manager.”
“Oh!” Clarke chuckled. “You and Donnell must have got on well, then?”
If that was meant to imply something, I flatly ignored it.
“Yes,” I said. “We like talking to each other. You said you are in HR?”
He smiled wanly. “That’s right. A tiring job.”
“Well, all your brothers said you’re so suited to it,” I said. “Oh, thanks,” I added, looking up at the waiter who brought us our drinks with a grin.
“Well, I guess I enjoy making connections with people,” he said.
“You seem good at public relations?” I queried lightly. My heart was thumping. Again, I was just testing things, trying to tell how safe—or unsafe—he wanted to play.
“I prefer one on one,” he said.
I caught his eye. Our gazes held.
He drank a long sip of beer. I hid a smile.
“I won’t ask if that’s because you prefer intimate connections.”
He laughed. “Well, I do like intimacy.” We looked at each other again. He raised a brow. “And you? You also a fan of…um, intimacy?”
Damn but he had a sexy voice! It shivered down to my toes. I drank my beer, licked my
lips and thought about my answer. My belly was starting to throb and tingle inside, a sweet warmth spreading through my body from my navel to my head and toes, slowly.
“Well,” I said, considering, “I find I like to get fresh perspectives.”
He laughed. “Fresh perspectives?”
“Well, everyone has something different and unique to offer,” I said with a grin. He laughed.
“I hope to be able to offer you a different perspective,” he said warmly. “But now, can I just offer you a beer?”
I raised a brow. “Oh. I wouldn’t mind. Thanks.”
We drank another glass together and then I decided that I’d rather be sober for this. I slid my feet across the ground and let them touch his. He looked into my eyes. His were brown and solemn and they held my gaze.
“Kelsey,” he said quietly. “You are sure, aren’t you?”
I put my head on one side, considering. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, I am.”
I was. This crazy game I was playing with these four men had gone too far now to say no. I knew it was safe—even if any of them had wanted to damage my reputation, I was fairly sure that our family lawyer could crush them if he had to. And so, why should I not take the chance of some crazy fun?
I nodded.
He smiled.
“Okay, then,” he said. “Shall we go?”
I nodded, almost shocked at myself.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, let’s.”
We headed out into the evening.
At the car, we both climbed in a little uncertainly. My body was aroused, but I also felt a little standoffish as, I suspect, Clarke did. He gave me a hesitant smile.
“So?” he said.
“So?” I asked, my head on one side. He looked at me like his brother Heath had—concerned and caring.
“I don’t want to do anything you wouldn’t want, Kelsey,” he said.
I grinned. “Don’t worry. You won’t.”
He looked worried, which both amused me and made me feel bad.
“I’ll tell you if you upset me, I promise,” I assured him.
“Good,” he nodded. “Let’s go.”
We sped off into the evening.
As we drove through the darkening streets, I wondered what Clarke’s place would be like. I guessed something just outside the city center—something nice and quiet but not superexclusive. As we drove past a leafy, small park with children playing on a climbing frame, I realized I’d guessed it right.
