Retrieving his boots from his room, Braydon slowly pulled them on, forcing everything from his mind, including the two people in the other room.
Why the hell did Brendon insist on punishing him? It wasn’t like he planned this. He never would’ve purposely chosen to fall for a woman that Brendon was with. He knew the rules of the game, knew what was expected of him.
Once he was presentable, he sucked in a deep breath and forged ahead. Making his way across the living room, he didn’t look at them, but he heard them. The sound of their breathing was louder than even his own thoughts racing through his head.
Grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair, Braydon knew he was making the right decision. He had to leave, had to walk away and let Brendon make his point. This was nothing more than he deserved.
Just as his hand touched the knob on the front door, Jessie’s voice rang out behind him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Don’t go, Braydon.”
He glanced over his shoulder to see her standing in the middle of their living room, her hair disheveled and her lips swollen from kissing his twin. She looked magnificent. Then again, she always did. Even when she was sandwiched between them, Braydon had never felt jealousy when it came to her being with Brendon. He just hadn’t been able to stop himself from falling in love with her.
“I have to,” he said quietly, turning back to face the door.
“Let him go,” Brendon agreed, his voice strained with fury.
“I don’t want him to go,” Jessie argued.
“What do you prefer him to do, Jessie?” Brendon questioned, his anger prevalent in his tone.
“Did you forget what you told me when this all started?” she asked, the frustration in her tone surprising him.
Braydon turned around to watch the two of them as they stood face to face in the center of the living room.
“Which part?” Brendon questioned.
“The part where this wouldn’t happen without him,” she said evenly. “Do you remember that conversation? The one where you freaked me out by telling me that if I wanted to be with you, your twin brother was going to join us.”
Brendon had the decency to remain quiet, but Braydon waited on pins and needles to see where she was going with this.
“Well, if you’re changing the rules, I’m not sure I want to play anymore.”
“What the fuck do you think this is, Jessie? A goddamn game?”
“Isn’t it?” Jessie’s wrath mirrored Brendon’s.
“No, it’s not a fucking game. Not to me.”
“No? Then what the fuck are you doing right now? You’re pushing your brother away because of me, are you not?”
Brendon’s eyes widened. “That’s not what I’m doing.”
“Liar.” The one word was said on a breath, but Jessie didn’t turn away from Brendon. “You introduced me to life as I know it right now and it’s not your place to change the rules to suit your needs.” Jessie glanced back at him and Braydon met her gaze head on. When she turned back to Brendon, the ache in his chest returned. It was as though she had the ability to heal all of his pain for the brief moment when she looked at him.
“I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, but I won’t be caught in the middle of it,” Jessie explained, all of the anger in her tone disappearing. “I like what we have, even as unconventional as it is. I’m not looking for a happily ever after, Brendon. Not with you, and not with him.”
Braydon’s chest burned as he held his breath. He did not like where this was going.
“I came over to see both of you tonight. Give me tonight, Brendon. Give me this. Don’t take away the one thing I’ve managed to find solace in.”
Braydon watched, listened. The words she was saying were foreign to him. Up to this point, they’d gotten to know her bit by bit, but Jessie had always held a part of herself back. A part that he knew was essential to the way she was acting.
“Are you telling me that you won’t be with me alone?” Brendon asked, his eyes darting across the room to meet Braydon’s briefly before returning to Jessie.
“That’s what I’m telling you.” Jessie didn’t say anymore, but the two of them stared at one another.
Braydon waited for all hell to break lose. In all the time that he and Brendon had been sharing women, it had never come down to this. Neither of them had gotten attached to any one woman. Which was the point of them not going headlong into relationships solo. They depended on one another. For whatever reason, it was an unspoken pact they’d made when they were just fourteen years old. And all these years later, they had never questioned it.
Jessie turned toward him, her back to Brendon. Braydon watched her, waiting for her to say something. He expected her to walk out on them, to move on without either of them.
“Come here,” she said, her voice smooth and even, her eyes softer than they had been minutes ago.
Without permission, his feet took him closer to her until she was practically sandwiched between her and Brendon once again.
“I want both of you,” she told him. The words sounded simple, but Braydon understood their meaning clearly. She didn’t want just him, and she didn’t want just Brendon. “I’m not looking for a relationship, I need you to understand that.”
Braydon nodded, not willing to say anything because he didn’t trust his voice. Despite her words, he saw something in her beautiful blue eyes. There was something deeper there, but he could tell she wasn’t giving in to it.
But she would give in to this.
Meeting Brendon’s eyes, Braydon waited for his twin to confirm that they weren’t going to let this fall apart. At least not yet. Brendon didn’t say a word, but Braydon could hear him loud and clear. This was a truce. Even if it was temporary.
They were going to let Jessie be the glue to keep this together for however long it might last.
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Brendon
If his pride wasn’t in the way, Brendon might’ve apologized to both Braydon and Jessie. Unfortunately, his jealousy got the best of him, and he’d acted like a complete ass. But now, as though given a second chance, Jessie had just fixed the situation with words.
And now she was moving on to actions.
Brendon pressed up against her back, closing his eyes as he inhaled the familiar fragrance of her perfume, mixed with the fresh clean smell of her hair. It didn’t seem to matter what sort of chaos was assaulting his brain, when he was close to Jessie, a soothing feeling came over him. She settled him. Like a safe harbor that would keep him grounded to the here and now.
Was that because she wasn’t looking for anything permanent? Maybe.
Sharing her, or any woman for that matter, with Braydon had always felt natural to Brendon. It was as though one-on-one relationships weren’t in his makeup. He didn’t want to think about the future. Didn’t want to have to figure out how he was going to take care of someone when he felt as though he could barely take care of himself.
But the bottom line was, he didn’t want to move on to a life without Braydon in it. Picturing life without his twin in it every single day scared the shit out of him. The thought sounded strange even to him, but it was as though they were born two people, but they were still one. And he had never even considered whether Braydon felt the same way or not. It just was.
When Braydon pressed against Jessie’s front, his hands coming to rest on her hips, Brendon embraced the comfort that came with knowing this was simple. He didn’t have to make it any harder than it should be.
Braydon was his twin and truthfully, he had no claim on Jessie, so he had no right to be jealous. Wanting to claim her as his own was asinine because no matter what, he wasn’t in love with her. Again, she was the security that he needed.
Especially when other feelings returned. Ones that he knew weren’t worth the time or effort because based on what he needed, having a real relationship with a woman wasn’t in his cards. So any thought of it possibly happening for him, no ma
tter who the woman was, were better left alone. What had happened with Cheyenne would never happen again, and it was time for Brendon to move on.
Jessie allowed him to do that. She offered them the opportunity for a stable relationship without the worry of her wanting a happily ever after.
Using one hand, he pushed her long hair over one shoulder, his other hand moving to gently clasp her throat as he pulled her head back toward him. She was tall, which gave him freedoms he hadn’t had with some women. He could tilt his head down and press his lips to the back of her neck without having to bend over to reach her.
“God you taste good,” he whispered as he ran his tongue over the back of her neck. “Are you ready to get naked for us, Jessie?”
And just like nothing had happened, the three of them moved in tandem, clothes being discarded, emotions being left behind. The only thing that mattered was Jessie’s pleasure, and the lengthy sighs that were coming from her told Brendon that they were doing something right.
Somehow he managed to walk them back toward the couch without paying attention to anything other than palming her bare breasts and sucking lightly at the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.
“I need to be inside you,” Brendon told her.
“Yes, now,” she pleaded as she pulled her lips from Braydon’s.
It was as though they’d worn themselves out with the encounter earlier, and now the only option was to get on with it, to lose themselves in the pleasure like it would help to eradicate the turmoil that would still be lingering underneath. At least for now, they could pretend to forget.
“Turn around,” Brendon instructed as he took one step back, pushing his jeans down and off with hurried movements. Once he was completely naked, he sheathed himself with a condom. When she turned to face him, he fell onto the couch, pulling her down onto his lap. “Ride my cock, Jessie.”
He was taken by surprise when she promptly did as he instructed, taking his cock in her hand and guiding him right to her slick, wet pussy before lowering down onto him slowly. After he was immersed inside of her, Jessie’s movements were no longer gentle, her eagerness apparent in the way she took him hard and deep.
Brendon gripped her hips, focusing on the overwhelming grip of her tight pussy, the way her muscles gripped his cock like a smooth, velvet vice. Before he allowed himself to get too lost in her, the only anchor keeping him in the here and now was the rustle of a foil packet as Braydon prepared himself. Despite the fact that he couldn’t look Braydon in the eyes after the stunt he had pulled, he was grateful that his brother could forgive him. At least he hoped he did.
As Brendon took his own pleasure from Jessie, his hands on her hips as she lifted and lowered on his cock, her tongue dueling with his, he waited for Braydon to join them.
The sound of a cap being opened and then closed had Jessie shifting her position. She knew what they needed right now. They both needed her. At the same time.
“Lean forward,” Braydon instructed.
Brendon managed to shift slightly, allowing Jessie to lay on top of him, giving Braydon enough space to move in behind her. For a brief second, Jessie stilled as Braydon got in position.
“Yes, Braydon,” she moaned. “I want to feel you inside me.”
As Braydon slid inside of Jessie’s ass, both of them filling her completely, Brendon had to bite his lip. She was so fucking tight, almost too tight. And the pressure was intense.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “I need you both to fuck me now.”
Brendon pressed his lips to Jessie’s, holding the back of her head firmly as he thrust up into her, establishing an alternating rhythm with Braydon that lessened the discomfort and had him solely focused on Jessie.
When she broke the kiss, staring down at him with half closed lids, he searched for that connection with her. The one he wanted to be there because he needed it to be.
“Awww, fuck,” Braydon growled. “Jessie, baby.”
She turned her head, pulling away from him and closer to Braydon, and that’s when he knew. It didn’t matter what he wanted or that he had some warped sense of security having Braydon there, his brother didn’t feel the same.
The connection he couldn’t seem to make with Jessie was there for them. He could see it clear as day right there before his eyes.
These two needed each other.
Jessie’s muffled scream as her body stilled, her orgasm tearing through her, had Brendon gritting his teeth. The delicious tightening of her pussy around his cock milked his release from him and not long after, Braydon was right there with them.
Drenched in sweat, Brendon relaxed into the couch, Jessie’s weight against him was a comfort he wasn’t willing to let go of. Then there was movement, and Brendon watched as Braydon grabbed his clothes and left the room without a word.
When he felt Jessie’s eyes on him, he couldn’t look at her.
Hell, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to look at himself again. There were so many thoughts running through his head at the moment, but the one question that stood out…
How was it that he never realized his twin didn’t need the same thing he did?
Chapter Sixteen
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Curtis
Christmas Eve
“Good morning,” Curtis greeted Lorrie with a brief kiss as he passed her in the kitchen.
“Good morning,” she answered cheerfully.
“What time did you get up?”
“Early. Really early.”
“Well, I knew that. I wouldn’t have stayed in bed so long if I had known you weren’t coming back.”
Lorrie moved up against him, putting her arms up and around his neck. Being that she wasn’t all that tall, Curtis had to bend over to look at her. Her blue eyes sparkled, and the proof of her laughter evident in the thin lines around them. She was still just as beautiful as the day he met her, all those years ago.
“I was trying to let you sleep,” she explained. “I wanted to make sure we had enough food for today.”
“For today?” Curtis knew that they would have Christmas dinner tomorrow with the boys and their families, but as for Christmas Eve, he hadn’t even realized they had plans. “What’s happening today?”
Lorrie swatted him on the chest and then moved toward the oven, pulling the door down and retrieving a pan full of chocolate chip cookies. Without asking, he snuck up behind her and stole one right off of the pan.
“Watch it. Those are for the kids.”
“The kids can make their own chocolate chip cookies.” Hell, they should anyway. They were all old enough to live on their own, work on their own and definitely bake on their own. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I invited Ethan, Sawyer and Beau over for the afternoon. All three of them seemed a little lonely and I wanted to do something special for them.”
Oddly enough, asking Lorrie about her inviting Beau wasn’t the most pressing question on his mind. Beau was as much family as anyone else, having spent the majority of his childhood hanging out with Zane, which made him a regular fixture in the Walker household. But, Curtis wouldn’t lie, he smelled a setup.
“Like what?” Curtis couldn’t hide the fact that he was skeptical. It was one thing for Lorrie to invite all of the boys, or maybe one at a time, but this. Something was fishy about this.
“We’ll have lunch, then I thought they could help me with a couple of things.”
Ok, so now he had no doubt that the woman was up to something.
“I’d like them to help me move a couple of things around upstairs.”
“What needs to be moved?” Curtis knew he hadn’t been asked to move any furniture because his wife wouldn’t have let up on him if she had. Even though recent events had them possibly preparing to have a guest live in one of the upstairs rooms, Curtis found it difficult to believe that furniture would have to be arranged just to accommodate him.
“I wanted to change out the dresser in Ethan’s old room with the o
ne from Zane’s.”
Ok, so now Curtis was definitely suspicious. The woman was meticulous about the furniture upstairs, even though they rarely had a guest who used any of it. She dusted and vacuumed weekly and took care of the bathroom just as often. So why would she want to change the furniture? And the dressers of all things.
“Don’t worry about it, dear,” Lorrie said sweetly, her hand coming up to rest on his cheek. “I promise, I know what I’m doing.”
Once again, there was a flicker of mischief in her glittering blue eyes.
Curtis nodded, not truly understanding, but knowing that it wouldn’t matter what he said. He didn’t question her judgment, he only hoped that Beau and Ethan knew what they were getting themselves into. Because if Curtis knew anything at all, Sawyer wasn’t anywhere on the matchmaking radar at the moment.
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Lorrie
It was almost dinnertime when Ethan and Beau arrived, Ethan first and then Beau a few minutes later. Lorrie had somehow managed to feed Sawyer when he stopped by earlier than expected, and now he was on his way. So, needless to say, her plan wasn’t working quite like she thought, however, it would have to do.
“Mom,” Ethan greeted, kissing her on the cheek as he moved through the kitchen to the refrigerator.
“Hi, honey,” she answered, using a ladle to dish up stew into three bowls.
The sound of the glass jars rattling in the refrigerator door as Ethan shut it had her turning to look at him. That’s when she realized Beau had just joined them inside the house, and her son was staring across the room as though he were in shock.
“What are you doing here?” Ethan asked directly, glancing back and forth between her and Beau.
Lorrie simply turned back to the stove and continued to dish up the food. “You boys sit. Dinner is ready.”
“Dinner?” Beau asked, sounding confused.
Ok, so maybe she had omitted that part when she asked him to stop by because she needed help with something.
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