Between Brothers

by Lauren Gallagher

  I sipped my drink, neither tasting it nor feeling the burn in my throat. “I’ll take your word for it.”

  Eighteen

  We stepped out of the elevator into the parking garage, our footsteps echoing in the silence. As we walked across the garage to the car, my mind wandered back to our conversation in the restaurant.

  Try something out in public, he'd suggested with that wicked grin and devilish sparkle in his eyes. "It's the thrill of almost getting caught that makes it so hot."

  I looked around the parking garage. A few levels down, a car door slammed. Somewhere above us, footsteps and voices. Four elevators and numerous doors accessed this level, and another car could appear on one of the ramps at any moment. But for the time being, we had the entire level to ourselves.

  We stepped between Darren’s car and a black SUV. He reached to open my door, but I took his wrist and pulled him into a kiss. He smiled into my kiss and returned it. After a second, he started to pull away towards the car door, probably thinking I’d stopped him for just a brief kiss, but I nudged him with my body until he was backed up against the car.

  He looked at me in surprise, cocking his head in an unspoken “what is this?” I kissed him, and after a moment, he put his hands on my waist and met my tongue with his.

  I slid my hand between us and gave his cock a subtle squeeze through his jeans. He gasped, pulling the air out of my lungs. I broke the kiss and grinned at him, giving him another gentle squeeze while I reached down with my other hand to unbuckle his belt.

  His lips were parted in surprise. "What—" He stopped abruptly as I unzipped his jeans.

  "You said to try something in public," I said, kissing him lightly.

  He glanced around us quickly, his expression still one of total shock. “I did, but…”

  “But what?” I slid my hand into his jeans and wrapped my fingers around his cock.

  He started to speak again but stopped as I dropped to my knees in front of him. He laughed. "I've created a monster, haven't I?"

  "Are you complaining?" My lips were close enough to his cock for my breath to whisper across his skin.

  He tensed. "No. No, not in the least." His sharp gasp echoed in the silent garage as I ran my tongue around the head of his cock. I immediately understood what he meant about the thrill. We weren't out in the open, but we weren't exactly hidden either. All it would take was a well-timed glance from someone passing by, and we would be seen.

  He exhaled as I devoured him. I looked up at him and ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, grinning with satisfaction as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Then I deep-throated him, fucking him rapidly with my mouth. His legs trembled as he struggled to stay standing.

  “Oh God, that’s perfect.” He groaned softly, running his fingers through my hair.

  The elevator dinged, the sound echoing through the garage. Voices and footsteps spilled into the silence. Darren tensed a little, but I didn't stop, and he made no attempt to make me stop.

  The footsteps came closer. Darren was getting closer to the edge. Car doors opened nearby, voices laughed and chatted. Darren took in a sharp breath and grabbed the side mirror for balance. Car doors slammed. Darren released a soft moan, which he stopped as abruptly as he started, probably startling himself with the sound.

  The thrill was incredible, knowing how close he was to the edge, how close we were to being discovered. My heart raced and I thought I was close to coming myself.

  The engine turned over. In moments they would pass us on their way to the exit. I gave Darren everything I had, and in seconds, he came, the helpless moan echoing even over the sound of the other car’s engine. His knees trembled. He leaned against his car for balance. I kept going, stroking and sucking, until he pleaded with me to stop.

  I rose and wiped the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand a second before he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. The nearby engine crescendoed, then faded as it passed us by, and in moments, we were alone again in the parking garage. If the people in the car saw anything, it was just a couple of lovers sharing a kiss. They would be none the wiser, but I knew, and Darren knew, and it was fucking hot.

  He broke the kiss and looked at me. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered. His entire body was shaking, and I loved it. He kissed me again. “That was fucking incredible.”

  “You were right,” I said. “It is a thrill in public.”

  His eyes widened and he nodded. “Particularly when it’s unexpected.”

  I smirked. “I didn’t think it was possible to surprise you.”

  He laughed and pulled me closer. “Pushing me up against a car and sucking my cock in a parking garage is a pretty damned good way to surprise me.” He kissed me again. “Now why don’t we get back to my place before I have to put you across the hood and fuck you?”

  I gave him a playful wink. “I don’t know, I’m kind of enjoying this public thing.”

  He grinned and put his hands on my hips. “If I do that, I guarantee we’ll get caught.”

  “Oh really?”

  He nodded. Just before he kissed me again, he whispered, “Because the entire damned city will hear you after what I plan to do to you.”

  Nineteen

  Darren was out of town for a week, so it didn’t surprise me in the least when my phone beeped with a text message at work. Eric had written: Doing anything tonight?

  I immediately thought of the napkin under my glass at Ambrose’s. Even now, the thought of those half-smeared words made my skin prickle with goosebumps. Let’s do it again. I was thoroughly satisfied with Darren, but craved Eric, too. They both satisfied in their own ways, and I wanted more.

  I quickly sent back, What did you have in mind?

  Moments later, he replied with, I think you know.

  I chewed my lip. Time and place? The rest of the day was going to crawl by now, knowing what was ahead.

  My place. As soon as you can.

  I swallowed hard. Indeed, the rest of the day was going to be an eternity.

  When that eternity finally ended, I drove to the apartment Darren and Eric shared. Eric opened the door and almost knocked me off my feet with a deep kiss.

  “I have been dying to fuck you again,” he whispered.

  “That makes two of us.” We fumbled with clothes, cursing at uncooperative buttons and buckles as we left a trail of discarded clothing in our wake.

  We fell into bed together, mostly undressed and completely overwhelmed with need. His erection pressed against my thigh and drove me almost out of my mind. It was one thing to fantasize about him all day. It was another thing entirely to be this close to him.

  “Fuck me,” I said, my lips barely leaving his. “Fuck me. Now.” There was no need for foreplay, not after hours of going crazy waiting for this moment.

  He didn’t need to be told twice. He broke contact just long enough to pull a condom out of the nightstand drawer. In seconds, it was on, and barely a heartbeat later, he was inside me. My back arched off of the bed as soon as he took that first thrust.

  He gripped my shoulders and drove himself into me, faster and harder. I moaned, rocking my hips in time with him, my breath catching as he fucked me right to the edge.

  “Come, baby,” he said, his voice strained. “I know you’re close.”

  “Faster,” I whimpered. I was close, I was on the edge, but I couldn’t get enough of him. I needed more, just a little bit more. I was drunk off of him, off of the sensations he unleashed inside me. “Faster.”

  “Any faster and I’m going to come,” he growled. “God, I can feel you getting close, you’re…fuck!” He slammed into me and shuddered, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered, his voice shaking as badly as his body. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at me. “You didn’t come.” It wasn’t a question. Not a complaint or an accusation. It was just an observation.

  And before I could confirm what he obviously already knew, he lifted himsel
f up and a second later, his mouth was on my pussy. My back came up off the bed before his tongue had made a single circle around my clit. His fingers slipped inside me, igniting a shower of white sparks behind my eyelids as he found my G-spot

  “Oh my God,” I murmured. He’d already driven me so close when he was fucking me, and what he was doing now was beyond intense. In seconds, my back arched, my body seized, and I stole one last gasp of breath and begged him not to stop just before a powerful orgasm crashed through me.

  He didn’t stop. Even as my orgasm rose, peaked, tapered, he didn’t stop. He eased off of my clit, making slow, gentle circles with his tongue, but he didn’t stop. I tried to catch my breath in the wake of my climax, but another was building on the heels of the first. Before I’d fully recovered

  from the first, I was gone again.

  This time I begged him to stop. He released me, withdrew his fingers, and quickly got rid of the condom while I was recovering from two earth-shattering orgasms in a row.

  By the time he came back to bed and laid down beside me, I could finally see again. “Oh my God, Eric,” I breathed.

  He kissed me gently. “I just wanted to make sure you got yours. You’re supposed to come first.”

  I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. “If you’re going to make me come like that,” I paused to wet my lips. “You can have all the orgasms you want first.”

  “I may take you up on that,” he laughed.

  “You are amazing with your tongue,” I slurred.

  He kissed my neck. “And your pussy tastes incredible. I could do that all night.”

  “I wouldn’t have a clit left,” I said.

  “Well, we can’t have that,” he said. “I suppose I’ll have to fuck you instead.”

  “I can’t wait,” I said with a grin.

  “Wait? Who’s waiting?” He leaned across me towards the nightstand.

  I looked at him, my jaw slack. “Already?”

  “Of course.” He kissed me and pressed his hips against me, letting me know that he was, indeed, ready to go again. “Did you think I was just going to fuck you once and send you on your way?”

  “I’d have to hurt you if you did that.”

  He tore the condom open with his teeth and rolled it into place. “You can hurt me all you want, baby.”

  “As long as I let you fuck me?”

  “Let me?” he snorted. He lowered himself over me and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he said, “Be careful, I’ll make you beg me to fuck you.”

  “You’d only be torturing yourself.”

  He paused, as if considering what I’d said, then shrugged. “Okay, you got me.” And with that, he thrust into me.

  “Oh God,” I said, digging my nails into his shoulders as he fucked me, as he pounded me.

  “Fuck, you feel perfect,” he growled. “Oh my God…”

  I moaned, rocking my hips to drive him deeper. He tried to kiss me, missed, tried again, then gave up and went for my shoulder. And still he fucked me, knocking the breath out of my lungs with each powerful thrust.

  Then he stopped abruptly. “Get on your knees,” he ordered.

  I moaned softly. I didn’t want this to stop. It just felt too fucking good.

  “I want you on your knees,” he said. He started to pull out, but I hooked my ankles behind his back and pulled him back inside me. He gasped softly, then recovered. “Come on, on your knees.”

  “And why should I do that?” I replied.

  He kissed me and fucked me slowly, moving as much as my legs would allow him to. “Because I want to watch myself fuck you.” A shiver ran up my spine. I swallowed. He laughed and kissed my neck, thrusting deep inside me. In my ear, he whispered, “I love watching myself fuck you from that angle,” he said. “I can see my cock going all the way into your pussy.”

  Any playful resistance I’d offered evaporated and I unhooked my ankles. With a devilish grin, he kissed me as he slowly pulled out. He was almost all the way out when he suddenly slammed back into me, knocking a startled breath out of my lungs. After taking a few more violent thrusts, he said again, “Get on your knees.”

  We changed positions and I couldn’t help but moan as he gripped my hips and rode me from behind. The bed sheets bunched in my clawing hands.

  “Fuck, this is hot,” he growled. “Just watching this is fucking hot.”

  I moved my hips from side to side, grinning to myself at the throaty groan he released.

  “I love watching myself fuck you,” he said, his breath catching. He leaned forward and grabbed my hair, pulling just hard enough to take my breath away. “You know what I’d also love?”

  I struggled to comprehend his words, tried to draw a breath as his cock pounded my G-spot. “What?” I finally managed.

  He tightened his grasp on my hair. “I’d love to watch

  another man fuck you.”

  I sucked in a breath and my spine stiffened. Did I just hear that right? “You—what?”

  He pulled my head back, laughing softly at the whimper that escaped my lips. “I said, I’d love to watch another man fuck you.”

  “You…” I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think.

  “Would you like that, baby?” he said.

  “I…” I couldn’t tell what was putting me closer to the edge: Eric’s cock on my G-spot, or the thought of living out one of the hottest fantasies I’d ever dared to consider with two of the hottest men I’d ever fucked.

  “You would, wouldn’t you?” he growled. He released my hair and grabbed my hips again, slamming his cock into me. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you’d like that.”

  “I’d…” The room was turning white. “Fuck…” Rippling currents of electricity radiated from within me. I slammed my hips back into him.

  He fucked me harder. “Tell me.”

  I said the only thing I could manage: “Fuck me. Jesus Christ, fuck me.”

  He rammed his cock into my pussy so hard that it hurt. It hurt like hell, and I moaned and screamed for more. He gave me more, and still I pleaded for more, until I came, shaking and moaning and damn near crying because it just felt so. Fucking. Good.

  “Oh God,” he groaned. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m—” He slammed into me, desperately getting just a few more violent strokes in before pulling my hips against his and shuddering. The roar that usually signaled his orgasm was little more than a stifled moan, a barely audible sound of total surrender.

  We both slowly collapsed into a breathless heap on the bed. He kept most of his weight off of me by leaning on one elbow, but his body—sizzling hot and damp with sweat—was against mine. He rested his forehead on my shoulder for a long moment, until both of us stopped shaking.

  He pulled out and saw to the condom while I rolled onto my back, still trying to remember how to breathe. A moment later, he joined me, lying on his side next to me.

  “Fuck, that was hot,” I said.

  He cupped my breast. “It always is.”

  “Truer words were never spoken,” I murmured, my voice slurred with post-coital delirium. “Were you serious? About wanting to see another man fuck me?”

  The lusty grin on his face told me he was. “Absolutely.” His thumb circled my nipple. “There’s nothing hotter than seeing a woman fucked to the brink of insanity.” He laughed as I shivered.

  “So you wouldn’t have a problem being naked in the same bed with another man?”

  He considered it for a moment, then shook his head. “As long as he knows I don’t swing that way.” He kissed me. “It would be all about you, baby.”

  I held my breath, expecting him to add a caveat about Darren. Any man…except him. Sure, I can handle it…but not with Darren. But it didn’t come, and I didn’t ask. Instead, I whispered, “Duly noted.”

  More than ever, I desperately wanted to confess to Darren about my trysts with Eric. I may have come out of my shell, but I wasn’t nearly far enough out of it to tell Darren that not only had I been sleeping with Eric, but I wa
nted to have both of them at the same time.

  Twenty

  As I came out of the shower and started getting ready for work one morning, a black strip of satin caught my attention in my dresser drawer. I paused, then pulled it out and looked at the skimpy, lacy black bra that Darren had helped me pick out at Undertones. I had worn it for him a couple of times, had even considered wearing one of the garters, but aside from my little liaisons with Darren, the sexy underthings had mostly stayed in my drawer.

  That morning, though, I felt a little brazen.

  My blouse and coat were light in color, but the material was thick enough to cover a dark bra. My skirt’s hem reached just above my knees, safely obscuring a garter if I chose to wear one.

  Oh what the hell? No one’s going to see it. I couldn’t help but grin. But I’ll know it’s there.

  When I was dressed, I looked in the full-length mirror. Though I looked no different than I did every day at work—a conservative skirt and coat, a blouse that didn’t show even a hint of cleavage, an outfit that was as professional as it was bland—but I knew what was underneath. Even though the lingerie was hidden, it felt daring, naughty even.

  I loved it.

  I grabbed my purse and headed out the door.

  As soon as I walked through those double glass doors at the office, though, my confidence dipped. Was I absolutely certain that none of it would show? What if my skirt didn’t cover the garter as well as I thought? I surreptitiously ran a hand down my thigh, fingering the strap through my skirt. I glanced down. There was easily three inches between the bottom of the garter strap and the hem of my skirt. In the safety of my bedroom, those three inches seemed like more than enough. Here, it seemed about as safe as being three inches from a hand grenade.

  Fuck, I thought as I headed to my cubicle. Good luck concentrating on a damned thing today. I groaned quietly to myself. I was going to spend the whole day wondering if my sassy lingerie was visible to anyone.