She stiffens in my arms and Tyler shoots a questioning look my way. We share an entire conversation in that one glance. He’ll make it good for her. I just need to help her relax.
Tyler drops to his knees and slides his hand up her hip.
Brenna breath hitches. “You don’t—”
“Shhh. He wants to,” I whisper in her ear. “Look at him. He’s been dying to taste you.”
I wrap an arm around her waist, whispering all the things we want to do to her until she relaxes back against me.
Tyler starts slowly, kissing her knee, the inside of her thigh, her hip bone. It’s hot as fuck. My cock strains against her back, demanding equal time. Her muscles contract beneath my arm with each kiss, but I can smell the musky scent of her arousal. She’s just as turned on.
Unable to resist, I cup one of her breasts and pull on her nipple ring. She sucks in a breath and drops her head back on my shoulder, her hips rocking forward.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let us take care of you.”
Tyler pushes aside her panties and slides a finger up her slit. “She’s soaked.”
He dips his fingers in again, gathering the moisture, and then circled the pink jewel of her clit. Brenna shudders, a needy mewling cry coming from deep in her throat.
“You want him to eat you, don’t you?” I say into her ear as Tyler continues to tease her clit. I pinch a nipple when she doesn’t respond. “You want to feel his lips on your cunt, licking up all those sweet juices? Lay back a little more,” I say against her skin, my own need rising. “Take off her underwear. I’m going to fucking love watching him make you come.”
Obediently, Brenna shifts her hips closer to the edge of the bed as Tyler slides the lacy material down over her knees and tosses them to the floor. He lowers his head and with one single stroke, licks the length of her pussy. Her skin ripples under my touch, and she digs her nails into my thigh.
“She likes that. Do it again.” I let go of her waist and cup her other breast, kneading in time with each of Tyler’s stokes, until she’s writhing in my arms.
“Oh, God. Please,” Brenna moans and pushes back, using my body as leverage to get more pressure from Tyler.
I pull her back against my chest, letting her full weight press against my aching cock. I could probably come just from the friction of her rocking hips, but that’s not how I want to end the night. I shift, giving myself some reprieve and watch as Tyler fucks her with his tongue.
Her muscles coil under my touch as he starts to move faster, adding a finger, and then another. Her whole body is shaking, and I know it won’t be long.
“She’s there. Suck her clit,” I say, my voice hoarse. I pinch her nipples between my fingers, tugging hard on the silver rings. “Come, for him sweetheart. Right there on his tongue.”
That is all it takes to push her over the edge. She goes rigid in my arms, crying out to the heavens. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My balls ache to be inside her. This isn’t the first time I’ve done something like this, but tonight—with Brenna and Tyler—everything's different. She’s perfect. It’s like she was made for the both of us.
Limp, Brenna falls back onto my chest, her ragged breaths still coming fast. And then she giggles.
Tyler leans back on his heels, his own cock straining against his pants. “Good?”
She looks to him and then back to me, eyes heavy with satisfaction, and nods. “Good.”
That look undoes me. I can’t wait any longer. “I need to be inside you,” I say, honestly.
Without having to say a word, Tyler moves in. “Sit up, baby.” He helps her up and shifts her position until she’s facing me. I grab a condom from the bed and work it down the base of my aching shaft.
“See how hard you made him,” Tyler whispers in her ear. “I want to watch you ride him.”
Brenna nods and raises up on her knees, moving forward until the tip of my dick is pressed against her wet pussy. “Like this?” she asks, looking to Tyler for direction now.
“Good girl,” he says, taking a step back, cock in hand. “Relax.”
I shift my hips, aligning my cock at her entrance, and thrust up in a single, smooth move. I blow out a shaky breath and close my eyes, trying hard not to come. She feels so good, and after watching her with Tyler, it’s a struggle not to come. Her cunt squeezes me as she rises up on her knees and sinks down again.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I say, opening my eyes. “Take all of me.”
She’s breathtaking. Her black hair spilling down her shoulders, breasts swaying with the rhythm of our movement. Her skin is flush and slick with sweat.
Tyler moves behind her and licks the moisture from her neck. Then he leans her back against his chest, changing the angle. She cries out as my dick hits her g-spot and rocks faster.
“You’re so beautiful,” Tyler says, sliding his hand between us, stroking her clit.
The extra stimulation, causes her to squeeze me tighter, and her movements start to falter. She’s close to coming, already, but then again, so am I. I dig my fingers into her hips, and I thrust up. Everything narrows to where our bodies are joined. We move faster, harder. Skin slapping. Moans. Breathing.
“That’s right, baby,” Tyler says through the haze of sex. “Come. Come all over his cock.”
A few more thrusts and she’s screaming my name. I hold her down as she pulses around me until I can’t take it anymore. I drive up, once, twice, and then let go. Pleasure crashes into me, and the universe explodes.
Brenna slumps down over my body, sweat dripping from her skin. We stay joined for several long moments, catching our breath. I kiss her temple and smooth back the hair from her face.
“You were fantastic. I didn’t hurt you did I?” I graze her hip where I’d held it. Her creamy skin is red, and there’s bound to be a bruise tomorrow.
“It’s fine. I like it when you take control,” she says and shifts off me.
I groan as my softening cock slides out, and I take care of the condom, acutely aware of Tyler watching us. I grab another, handing it over to him.
“Are you up for round two?”
Chapter Seventeen
TYLER
Brenna glances over her shoulder at me as I roll the condom over my impatient dick. Eight years, three months, one week, and four days. That’s how long it’s been.
“Hands and knees,” Dean directs her. She licks her lips and moves to the edge of the bed. “That’s a good girl.”
Dean moves to the head of the bed, lounging back against a pile of pillows, so he has the best view. I position the head of my cock to her entrance and ease in. Her muscles flutter around me, and I suck in a deep breath as she pushes back.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” I breathe, trying to keep from blowing my load.
“I know,” Dean says, stroking his cock that’s already hard again.
“After the show you two put on, I don’t think I’m going to last,” I say, pulling out and slamming back home. As much as I want to savor the moment, I know it’s a losing battle. “This is going to be hard and fast.”
“Tyler,” she cries out, meeting my every thrust. “Don’t stop.”
The hard edge of urgency in her voice mirrors my own need. She’s the only woman who’s ever caused me to lose myself. She drives me crazy, wild. Unhinged.
I need more. I push her shoulders down, and she tilts her pelvis. The new angle letting me get deeper. I increase our pace, faster and faster until we both cry out. The word around us shatters, breaking apart and reforming into something new, something better. In front of us, Dean grunts out his own climax, and together we collapse on the bed, spent.
Reluctant to leave, just yet, I wrap an arm around her and pull her on top of me. I put one arm around her and another behind my head, sleepy and satisfied.
The bed dips as Dean joins us. He molds himself to her back and kisses the soft skin of her neck. Brenna’s eyes flutter, but she hardly moves. I’m pretty sure we wore
her out.
“Are you okay?” I ask, pushing a lock of damp hair off her face.
Without opening her eyes, she nods and mumbles something about dying from too many orgasms. I chuckle and kiss the top of her head, a familiar wave of nostalgia washing over me.
I didn’t expect this.
I never expected to be with her again and definitely not in this way. But this works. It works better than I imagined it would. Her touch is addictive, and sharing her with Dean is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. She fit, like a missing puzzle piece, there between us. And now that I know what it’s like, I can’t imagine not having Brenna in our lives.
I glance over to Dean and see the same look mirrored in his eyes. Regardless of our past, this is what I want for our future. I kiss the top of her head, and we fall into a euphoric sleep, a mass of tangled limbs and slick flesh.
The pale November sun peeks through the curtains casting the room in a hazy yellow hue. Brenna is still curled up at my side, breathing deeply. I’ve been up for hours, but I didn’t have the heart to wake her. Dean, on the other hand, had an early morning call. Reluctantly, he left us with promises of coffee and bagels.
I could stay like this forever, but Luther is up and pacing the halls. It’s just a matter of minutes before he finds us and demands his morning walk. I kiss Brenna on the forehead and shift to get out of bed, but she wraps an arm around me and mumbles something.
I brush the hair from her face, and her sleepy blue eyes flutter open.
“Hey, you.”
“Hey,” she says with a shy smile.
“You still okay?”
“I’m good,” she says on a sigh and bites her lip, her bright blue eyes peeking through dark lashes. The smile grows wider, and she nods. “Actually, I’m really good. Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” I say stroking her dark hair, letting it run through my finger. The sense of déjà vu overwhelms me. This is like so many other moments from our past, but it’s different. She can feel it, too.
“I’m still trying to process, but this…you and Dean…” Her nose wrinkled and she buried her face in my chest. “Is it wrong that I liked it?”
“Stop it,” I say and force her to look at me. “There’s no reason for you to feel ashamed. You were wonderful. Perfect.”
“What about you? Are you okay with this? Was it weird seeing me with Dean?”
“Honestly, I didn’t think I’d like it. But,” I say, a grin teasing the corner of my lips, “it was really hot watching the two of you. We’re not kids anymore. You grew into a breathtaking woman.”
I trace my finger along the swirl of colors that decorate her arm. I stare into her bright eyes. I can see the passion and the longing, but there’s something else, something deeper that wasn’t there when we were kids.
“We’ll take things slow, but we have to be open and honest about the way we feel. This is way more complicated than dating one person, and I don’t want to fuck it up.” I brush my thumb over her lip, and she kisses it. “I can’t lose you a second time.”
“You think we can make this work?” she asks, unease in her voice.
“This isn’t just sex for me. For either of us,” I say, trying to reassure her. “We both love you. We’ll move heaven and earth to make this work.”
“I think that’s exactly what I needed to hear.”
She burrows into my side, and I throw an arm over her, drawing her closer to my chest. It feels like all the loose pieces in my life are finally falling into place.
Until her phone rings.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Brenna shots out of bed and starts digging through the piles of discarded clothes. “What time is it? Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, sitting up. “Is there something I can do?”
“No.” She digs her now silent phone out of the pocket of her jeans and swears again. “I was supposed to pick up Landon at his friend’s house and drive him to band practice.”
“I can send my driver,” I offer. “He’ll probably make it faster than you can shower and get dressed.”
“I don’t want to send a driver. It’s my responsibility, I’ll go,” she says, her tone icy. She’s pulling on her clothing muttering under her breath. “God, I can’t believe I forgot. This is so bad.”
“It’ll be fine. He might be a little bit late, but it’s middle school band practice, not surgery. I’m sure they’ll forgive him. I’ll give him the number for my driver, that way, next time, he can handle it himself.”
Brenna stops pulling on her boots and shoots me a dirty look. “What is wrong with you people? You can’t just throw money at everything.”
Frowning, I cross my arms, not sure where she’s going with this. “You people? What do you mean? I’m just trying to help.”
“He’s a twelve-year-old boy. He doesn’t need a driver. He needs a parental figure—someone he can count on.” With a shake of her head, she bits her lips and goes back to pulling on her other boot. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I shouldn’t be here. Landon needs me, and I let him down.”
She grabs her phone off the bed and leaves, slamming the door behind her.
“Brenna, wait!”
I hop out of bed, still naked and run after her. Relief washes over me as the door swings back open just as I reach it. But that feeling is short lived as Dean comes in, arms loaded with boxes from the deli across the street.
“Brenna nearly knocked me down in the hall,” he says. “What’s going on?”
“I wish I knew.” I rub the back of my neck, trying to relieve the sudden tension there. “She forgot to pick up Landon, and when I offered to send the driver, she freaked out.”
“Oh,” Dean says and sets down the boxes.
He obviously knows something I don’t, and it pisses me off. I’ve known Brenna for a lot longer than Dean, I should know what’s bothering her. “Do you mind clueing me the fuck in?”
“She’s freaked out about being Landon’s guardian. You know what kind of relationship she had with her mother, and we both know how absent the Hamiltons were. They used their wealth on nannies and drivers, so they didn’t have to raise their kid. She doesn’t want to be like that.”
“Oh,” I say on an exhale and slump back down on the bed. Now, her comments make sense. I grab one of the coffees and take a sip. “She was pretty pissed when she left. She said being here was a mistake.”
“I’m sure she didn’t mean it,” Dean says, grabbing a coffee too. “She’s really hard on herself. Let’s give her some time to cool down, and I’ll go down and talk to her.”
He seems so nonchalant about the whole thing, but I feel like I’m about ready to crawl out of my skin. I just got her back, and fucking family obligations are already threatening to tear us apart. Again.
But not this time.
“I know it’s not traditional, but this—the two of us with her—we have to make it work,” I say. “I’ll do whatever it takes, but I’m not letting her push us away.”
Chapter Eighteen
BRENNA
Brenna: I’m sorry.
I type out the words and erase them a thousand times.
I know I overreacted the other morning, but not without merit. I’ve rearranged my entire life so I can be a good guardian for my brother. I refuse to change what I’m doing for a man or men. I’m not my mother. I won’t throw it all away for an affair.
But that doesn’t mean I want to break it off with them. Especially, not after that incredible night. So, after I cool down, I decide that I need to talk to them both, but only after Landon leaves on his holiday band trip. He’s going to be gone for a week, and during that time, Dean, Tyler and I have to figure out how to make this work.
God, please let us figure it out.
I wasn’t lying to Tyler. I do want them both. Even now, the thought of being with the two of them makes my heart race and my pussy wet. But I need to set boundaries.
Instead of sending a lame text. I call Dean.
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sp; “I’ve missed you.” The rich tone of his voice washes over me. It never fails to put a smile on my face.
“It’s only been two days,” I say and quickly add, “I missed you, too.”
“You should talk to Tyler. He’s been a complete ass since you left Saturday morning. He’s convinced you’re going to disappear again.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a deep sigh. “I’m sorry. When I forgot about Landon I just—”
“I know, sweetheart. But you know we both love that kid. The last thing we’d ever do is ask you to choose between him and us.”
“I know. But how are we going to handle this? It was hard enough when it was just the two of us. What am I going to tell Landon?”
“We’ll do whatever you want. Right now, we don’t have to tell him anything.”
There’s a loud knock on the door, and I frown. There’s security in this building so there aren’t many people who could be at the door at noon on a Tuesday.
“Are you at work?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’ve got a full day, but I can stop by after if you want.”
“What about Tyler?” I ask, heading to the door.
“I haven’t seen him, but like I said, I’ve been busy. I can transfer you if you want to talk to him.”
“I don’t think you need to. I’ve got to go.”
My stomach does a flip. I’m not sure I’m ready to face Tyler. I was a bitch to him after he’d been so great.
The knock comes again, a little louder, and I cross the room to answer. But instead of finding Tyler at the door, Liv is standing there in all her six-foot-two, stiletto wearing, mop of curly red hair glory, holding a suitcase.
“Liv, what are you doing here?” She pushes through, without answering and drops her suitcase on the sofa. “What no hug, no kiss?”
“You don’t deserve these lips,” she says and crosses her arms over her chest.
Rolling my eyes, I go over and pull her into a bear hug. “I’ve missed you, so much.” Unexpected tears sting the back of my eyes, and I sniff. “It’s so good to see you.”
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