by Jenny Penn
That was what Mike was—seduced.
He stood there transfixed, staring at the couple pounding it out before him as the need thickening in his balls grew unbearable. Shaper than any other pain that he’d known, Mike felt the talons of desire cut through him and draw him forward. He stumbled over his own feet, causing both Angie and Brett to still for a moment as he banged into the mattress.
An instant later, they were back to moving, to fucking, as Brett dismissed him without a second look. Angie, on the other hand, held his gaze, drawing him around the mattress as her eyes dipped down to the thick bulge of his erection. She licked her lips and bit down on the bottom one that left him in no doubt as to what she wanted. It was just what he wanted.
Hell, he was aching for it, harder and bigger than he’d ever been.
That revelation scared him a little, but not Angie. She was there to catch the flared head of his cock in her mouth as he stepped up closer to the bed. It took skill and talent and a hell of an ability to suck, but she managed to draw him in deep without using her hands at all. With her fingers still clenched in the sheets, she sucked him all the way back to the bend in her throat and still didn’t stop.
Mike’s eyes all but rolled back into his head as her lips clamped down and she kept on going. He felt the ticklish rumble of the sexy grunts Brett was fucking out of her, but nothing compared to the moment when she swallowed and tightened all around him, making Mike do a little growling of his own.
That felt good, but not nearly as good as he needed it to be. Taking command of the moment, Mike fisted his fingers in her hair, gathering the silken tresses into a tight ball that allowed him to not only control her motions but also watch as she bobbed up and down his cock at his direction.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed and her lips swollen. Angie looked like a sexual goddess created for the pleasure of a man, for his pleasure, and he wanted it all. That might make him a bastard, but so be it.
Ripping her head back, Mike forced Angie to rear up. Brett moved with the motion, settling back onto his knees until Angie was all but sitting on his cock. His brother slowed down his own motions, catching Mike’s gaze over Angie’s shoulder. They shared a silent motion of recognition before Brett shifted, forcing his legs between Angie’s so that he could spread them wide.
The folds of her cunt parted with them. Pink and swollen and glistening with arousal, her pussy looked like a delicate heaven Mike planned to plunder. With that, he accepted his fate and fitted the weeping head of his cock to the dark entrance that led him into the tightest sheathed he’d ever screwed.
She was tight, hot, and wet and clung to him like a velvety fist that pulsed and milked his length better than any ever had. Mike’s fingers dug into Angie’s hips as she twisted and moaned. Caught between the two of them, there was nowhere for her to escape. All her attempts did was ignite the burning embers smoldering in his balls as her cunt clenched around him.
In that moment, he lost all control. Mike wasn’t even sure of what the hell happened next. All he knew was he was sweating, straining, and pumping his hips as fast and hard as he could while Brett pounded into Angie from behind. She was squealing and clawing at him, her beautiful tits bouncing with his thrust of their hips.
Then the whirl of rapture that was whipping around them exploded into an avalanche of pleasure. Mike strained and arched into the sensation, feeling every muscle he possessed go taut. He knew this moment well, but somehow it felt different. This synchronized dance that he and Brett had indulged in many times before had never felt like this.
This time, neither brother had been in control of the rhythm. Instead, it had been set by the need that had captured them all, driving them straight toward a white-hot eruption of pure bliss that sucked them all under.
Angie went first.
Her skin grew even pinker as she lost the ability to keep pace, finally giving up that last bit of control. Mike didn’t have time to savor his victory, though, as he felt the heat in his balls boil over and flood his shaft. Then he was coming, flooding her cunt with his seed and silently longing for one to take root.
That thought should have sent him running, but Mike was way too weak to go anywhere. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Angie, pinning her to him and collapsing onto the mattress. A second later, Mike passed out. For the first time in a long time, he slept with no concern left for the world. He was at peace.
Chapter 15
Angie woke up several hours later much the same way she’d fallen asleep, pinned between two hard male bodies and being fucked from both directions. She was wet, sweaty, and sore but couldn’t deny the pleasure twining through her muscles. She didn’t even have the strength to fight it, much less the will.
Tipping her head back to rest on Brett’s shoulder, she began to move in rhythm with Mike and him, following the flight of rapture beginning to lift her higher and higher. Her heart raced, her fingers clutched at Mike as his muscles bulged beneath, and his own hands clung to her hips, forcing her to fuck him back with the same strength he rammed himself into her with.
His fingers weren’t the only ones digging into her flesh. Brett had just as tight a hold on her, though his fingers dug into the fleshy globes of her ass. He bounced them against the long, rigid length of his cock as he pumped his dick deep into her body over and over again.
There was barely any room for Brett, not with Mike stretching her cunt wide. This was what she’d dreamed of, but Angie had never imagined it would be so intense, so overwhelming. She couldn’t help but fear the rush of ecstasy that drowned her in a sparkly delirium that cleared only minutes later, after Mike had already left the bed without a single word.
That was when Angie became aware of the sunlight and the numbers blinking on her clock. It was nearly noon, and she barely had the strength to pull away from Brett’s hold, but she needed to get moving. She had a lunch appointment with Patton, who would come looking for her if Angie didn’t show up.
The last thing Angie needed was for Patton to find her in this position. Patton would, no doubt be excited, and, worse, full of questions that Angie honestly didn’t have answers for. She didn’t know why it had happened, or why it had happened now. Other than a fight with their father, nothing had really changed.
Yesterday, Mike hadn’t wanted to marry her. She’d made her terms clear, but in the grunting and groaning, he’d never once uttered a single word to make her think he felt anything for her other than physical pleasure. What was she supposed to think of that?
Angie didn’t know. What she did know was that she was supposed to be happy. She’d gotten what she wanted, but somehow it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like the dream had.
Turning, she offered Brett a half-smile as he blinked up at her from his pillow. Even sleep-tousled and rolled up in floral sheets, he looked hard, his features cut with a firm hand.
“Mornin’,” Angie murmured, looking quickly away. She felt strangely awkward and uncertain of what to say.
“What’s this?” Brett lifted a brow as he reached up to brush his thumb over her cheek. She felt the heat growing beneath his touch and couldn’t hold this gaze. “Never let it be said that the great and mighty Angie is suddenly feeling a little embarrassed and shy.”
She was, and she didn’t want to talk about it or the confusing mix of feelings churning in her gut. Instead, Angie focused on the practical and used it as a shield against the illogical doubts swirling through her head.
“You didn’t wear a condom.” That came out a little more blunt than she’d meant for it to sound, but there was no taking it back. Nor was there any denying the smirk that tugged at Brett’s lips as he studied her for a moment.
“I didn’t think one was necessary.”
“Neither did your brother.”
“What’s wrong, sexy? You afraid we’re going to knock you up and leave you hanging?” Brett teased her.
“That wasn’t what I was thinking.” Neither did she believe that they’d a
bandon her, but Angie could believe that they’d feel trapped by such an obligation.
“Then what the hell were you thinking?” Brett demanded to know, appearing to lose a little of his patience and his good mood. “Is something wrong, Angie? Because you can tell me if there is.”
Angie frowned at that and glanced over at him, taking in the sight of the bruises that had darkened over the night. They bothered her. They left her wondering…
“No.” Angie shook off those thoughts before they could gather and form into a problem she’d have to face. “There’s nothing. I’m just a little tired, and sore.”
That brought the smile back to Brett’s lips. He cast a lecherous look down her frame as he patted he mattress in front of him. “Well, if you want to lie back down, honey, I’d be glad to give you a full-body massage.”
Angie snorted at that, certain that he would. “I think I’ll just go wash up.”
“You sure?” Brett watched her slip out of the bed with open disappointment. “I give a really good oral massage.”
That had Angie pausing and casting him a look. He greeted her doubt with a dirty smirk and waggle of his brows. She ended up rolling her eyes as she reached for her robe.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll stick with the shower.”
“Maybe I’ll join you.” Brett shoved back the sheet, revealing not only a hard body that rippled with muscles but also an erection most men would brag about. “I can help clean those hard-to-reach places.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Angie muttered and quickly looked away from the cock that was all flushed and swollen and tempting in ways she’d never guessed one could be. Already she was growing wet as an ache that she feared would never die bloomed to life once again, but this time it held the tinge of a frantic emotion that didn’t sit well with her.
“If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll just take care of that problem myself.”
With that, Angie escaped out of the bedroom and rushed toward the already steamed bathroom. This time when she shut the door, she locked it.
* * * *
“I think we’re in trouble.”
Brett closed the bedroom door and pinned Mike with a worried look as if he needed that added weight to take his brother’s words seriously. Mike knew things were screwed up. He knew whom to blame.
Himself.
This was all his fault. He hadn’t been easy on Angie. He hadn’t been the kind, gentle lover that a virgin deserved. He’d probably hurt her. He couldn’t even remember. Never in his life had he been that far out of control before.
The worst part, though, was that he couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than the memory of Angie’s cunt clenched tight around him like a velvety glove. She’d milked the very seed from his balls not even a half-hour ago, and yet, they were full and hard again.
Mike wanted her. The need, the hunger, it didn’t abate. It only grew. It threatened his very sanity, rendering him almost completely irrational. Mike knew that was a problem. Brett’s grim pronouncement only confirmed his fears.
“She looked happy to me when I went to get a shower,” Mike grumbled as he rubbed a hand over his face in a vain effort to wipe away the guilt. “Maybe it’s just you that’s in trouble.”
“No, I’m telling you something is not right,” Brett assured him. “Angie’s acting weird.”
That had Mike dropping his hand as he shot Brett an annoyed look. This conversation was not helping his sense of panic in the slightest. That damn emotion had returned to poison his thoughts, even as he tried to reason with it and his brother.
“Angie is weird.”
“She’s worried about condoms.”
“So?” Mike shrugged, stretching with the gesture and arching his back. He was sore and tense, not at all like he normally was after getting laid. “That seems sensible.”
“Not if you’re in love with a man and planning on marrying him,” Brett shot back, clearly growing flustered with Mike’s attitude. “I’m telling you something is not right!”
“Whatever.” Mike shoved off the bed, desperate to escape this conversation and the insecurities it awakened within him. “I’m going to start breakfast.”
With that, he yanked the door open, forcing Brett to get out of his way as he slammed out of the room. Ten minutes later, when Angie joined him in the kitchen, Mike already had the eggs going, the bacon baking in the oven, and the coffeepot filled with a fresh brew that seemed to lure her toward it like a zombie.
Without meeting his look or even bothering to offer him a basic greeting, Angie shuffled across the floor. She was wearing a long skirt and a loose top, a drastic change from her normally too-tight outfits. Mike watched her with the growing sense that Brett was right. Something was wrong.
Angie was having regrets.
Well, that was too damn bad. She’d made her bed and forced him into it. Now she was just going to have to live with the consequences. They had a deal, and she wasn’t backing out now.
Intent on reminding her of that fact, Mike stalked up behind Angie and crowded her against the counter. Caging her between his arms, he pressed in tight, making sure she felt the thick length of his erection as he ground it into her ass.
“Morning.”
“Morning,” Angie returned after a moment’s hesitation. “Was there something you wanted?”
Mike didn’t answer her. Not with words. Instead, he showed her, sliding a hand down her side and bunching a fist into her skirt. He dragged the hem up slowly, aware that the motion had caused Angie to tense against him, but the catch in her breath assured him she was far from annoyed, despite her tone. So, he didn’t stop until he felt the silky press of her skin beneath his fingertips.
Smooth and flushed, Angie skin only grew hotter as he slid his hand along her thigh. Mike slid his fingers up until the tips brushed against the small slip of lace barely covering the swollen, wet folds of her pussy. With a slow, easy movement, he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic edge of her panties and teased those puffy lips before dipping down between them to discover the soft, velvety flesh of her cunt.
Mike took his time, stroking over her intimate folds as he listened to the soft mews that began to fall from her lips. He took his cues from the little gasps and sighs, allowing Angie to tell him without words just how she liked to be petted, to be fucked.
Capturing her clit beneath the flattened tip of his thumb, he began to roll the sensitive bud, making Angie tense against him. She liked that best of all. He knew she’d like what he planned next, but Mike had barely begun to tease the tight ring of muscles guarding the entrance to her cunt when the back door banged open and Hailey came walking in like as if she owned the place, which she did.
“Oh for God’s sake!” Hailey spat, stumbling to a halt as she took in the two of them. “You know I’m happy you two are working everything out, but really, I have to work at some point! Don’t you guys have a club where you can play these games?”
“Sorry, Hailey,” Angie apologized, not sounding the least bit contrite, though she did shrug away from Mike’s hold.
Squirming out from where he still had her pinned against the counter, she stepped to the side to toss first Mike and then Hailey a quick smile that held a hint of nervousness.
“I have to get going anyway. I have a meeting this afternoon.”
Mike didn’t have anything to say to that. Instead, he turned to lean against the counter and watch her leave while he lifted his fingers to his lips. The heady scent of Angie’s arousal clung to them, along with the creamy proof of how ready she was for him.
The temptation was too great, and he found himself sucking his fingers dry as Brett came stumbling into the kitchen seconds after Angie fled out of it. He paused and glanced around before shooting a look at Mike.
“Angie.”
“Left.”
“Oh,” Brett sighed, his shoulders slumping as he cast a disappointed look at Hailey. “Hey, Hales. What you doing here so early?”
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��s not early! Not for people who work,” she shot back with enough annoyance to have Brett and Mike exchanging a look.
Mike stepped aside, allowing his brother to reach for the coffeepot as he headed toward the back door. “It’s Saturday. People don’t work on Saturdays.”
“People who want to get paid do,” Hailey retorted. “And don’t think I haven’t heard about what you two got into last night.”
That accusation had Mike stiffening up. “What do you mean by that?”
“I’m talking about our dad.” Hailey hesitated as she narrowed her eyes on him. “Why? What did you think I was talking about?”
“Nothing.”
“Uh-huh.”
“How do you know about our catching up with Dad?” Brett turned the conversation, but the speculation was still there in Hailey’s eyes as she studied them both while she answered.
“I had an unpleasant call from his wife. She was not particularly pleased about the brawl that broke out in her front yard.” Hailey hesitated again, but neither brother had anything to say. “Well? You want to tell me what you two were up to?”
“I think you call it getting closure.” Mike had gotten some. He’d like a little more but knew better than to go back for it. After all, their dad could give what he took.
“That’s not funny, Mike,” Hailey snapped. “You should just be glad he didn’t press charges. And don’t think I don’t know that you stopped by my house before going down there. We all know why, too.”
“Oh, don’t start, Hales.” Brett groaned, his eyes closing as he grimaced theatrically. “Mike didn’t hurt your pretty boys.”
The two of them took up that argument as Mike stood there between them, his thoughts centered on what Brett had said. He hadn’t hurt Hailey’s pretty boys, but he feared he might have hurt somebody else. Angie had taken off without her purse or shoes, and she hadn’t snatched her keys off the counter.
Wherever she was going, she was walking barefooted, though he suspected she really was running. Brett had been right. Something was wrong with Angie. The question was, what?
