She had come to crave this like a drug.
Chapter Twenty One
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Brendon
Since the moment he opened his eyes that morning, Brendon had been waiting for this. He had crawled out of bed in a foul mood, and he knew there was only one way to remedy that. Luckily for him, he didn’t have to be the one to call Jessie. He had needed her though, but once again his pride – or maybe it was just his conscience – had gotten in the way.
But now that she was here, standing almost entirely naked in his living room, he couldn’t seem to remember what had put him in a bad mood in the first place.
She did that to him though. He could get lost in her body for hours. He craved her responses, wanted to push her to the edge again and again, waiting for her to beg them to send her over. And based on the way she was trembling just from their touch, she was right there with him this morning.
Releasing her clit from his mouth, Brendon sat up again, sliding two fingers into her warm, wet pussy as he watched Braydon fondle her nipples with his fingers and thumbs. Jessie’s head was tilted back against Braydon’s collarbone, her chest thrust forward as her hips undulated. God, she was so damn sexy.
Forcing himself to stay in the moment, Brendon had to keep busy, not wanting to let his thoughts wander because as he had noticed, he was easily distracted by a particular memory that was better left forgotten. That woman wasn’t here. She wasn’t Jessie and quite frankly, Jessie deserved a hell of a lot more from him than just a mere fuck because she was convenient.
“I want to see you sprawled out on the table,” Brendon stated, reminding her of how this had all started. As he expected, Braydon easily released Jessie and stepped back, helping her down to the table in front of him. “I think it’s time to switch places.”
Braydon didn’t say a word, just moved around the table until he was situated between Jessie’s firm thighs. Brendon made his way down to the opposite end and knelt on the floor beside her head, lowering his mouth to hers. His lips hovered just above hers as he looked into her eyes. “Now it’s our turn to give you your Christmas gift.”
Jessie’s smile and the gleam in her eyes made Brendon’s cock swell even more. She was so damn beautiful and so fucking sweet. Brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear, he slowly lowered his lips to hers, licking along the seam of her lips before delving inside. As much as he wanted this to be sweet and tender, Brendon needed more than that. He needed her to give him everything she had so he could get lost in her body for a little while.
When her hands clutched the back of his head, her fingers spearing into his hair, a spark of pain ricocheted down his spine but was quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure.
Jessie’s sexy little moan vibrated against his tongue, and Brendon felt her as she thrust her hips, obviously trying to get closer to Braydon’s mouth. Breaking the kiss, Brendon stared down at her, watching the euphoric expression as it spread across her face.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered back, her eyes closing as she continued to thrust her hips upward, grinding against Braydon’s mouth.
Brendon let his gaze drift down her body, watching as his twin feasted on Jessie’s pussy. He wanted to watch her come, wanted to witness that point where she leapt right over the razor sharp edge that separated elation from ecstasy. And she was close. The way her chest heaved, her fingers tightened in the hair at his nape, she was damn close.
“That’s it, baby. Let it feel good. I want to watch you come,” Brendon whispered to her. “Come for us, Jessie.”
Rather than say a word, Jessie’s entire body tightened, her muscles locking as her climax consumed her, a piercing scream echoing through the room.
So fucking hot.
He needed her mouth on him.
Dropping to the floor beside the table, Brendon pulled Jessie along with him until she was on all fours above him.
“You have too many clothes on,” she informed him, although he was all too aware of his state of dress and he couldn’t agree more.
“Take them off of me,” he instructed.
Jessie cocked her eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with his order but to her credit, she smiled back at him and then did as he suggested.
Once he was naked, Jessie was back over him. As she started to climb his body, he reached down and gripped his cock, his eyes locked with hers. “I want your mouth on me. Put that sweet fucking mouth on my cock, Jessie.”
He saw her visibly tremble as she leaned over and pressed her lips against his stomach. Still holding his throbbing cock in one hand, he slid his fingers of his free hand into her hair, not directing her, just simply touching her.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned as she trailed her tongue downward. When she was close enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath against the engorged head of his cock, he held his breath. God, even that was fucking hot. The way she teased him, tormented him by pausing. She definitely made him work for it.
“Suck me, Jess.” He wasn’t past begging either, and if she didn’t make a move soon, he was going to lose it.
In his peripheral vision, he saw Braydon undressing before joining them on the floor of the living room. Thank God they had carpet or this would’ve been uncomfortable. The coffee table was shoved out of the way, and then Jessie moved.
Brendon craned his neck to see Braydon now lying prone on his back, his head once again between Jessie’s legs as he continued to feast on her pussy.
“Oh,” she moaned, her head falling back, her neck straining as her eyes closed.
When she looked back down, her blue eyes were lit with her passion. And when she leaned over and wrapped her lips around the head of his dick, Brendon’s head nearly exploded.
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Braydon
Braydon’s body had a mind of its own, but he insisted on focusing on Jessie. The way she was grinding her pussy against his mouth told him he was doing something right. And he managed to console himself by running his hands up and down the outside of her thighs as he slid his tongue deep inside of her. But he wasn’t going to last much longer. He needed to be inside of her.
“Fucking hell,” Brendon groaned, and Braydon could imagine Jessie sucking him deep in her mouth. He knew exactly what it would feel like, the way her soft lips would wrap around his cock, her tongue teasing until his eyes were damn near close to bugging out of his head.
Another groan from Brendon, another moan from Jessie and Braydon knew he had to get a move on. He was going to be inside of her the next time she came.
Easing out from underneath her, he fumbled around for his jeans until he found the condom he’d placed in his back pocket. Seconds later he was suited up and lining up behind Jessie while she continued to blow his brother with fervor.
Leaning forward, he pressed his cock between her legs, brushing against the slick folds of her pussy. When his chest was flush against her back, he reached beneath her and palmed one of her smooth, full tits in his hand. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered, quiet enough so that only she could hear. “I ache to be inside you right now.”
Jessie nodded her head, her back bowing as she pressed up against him. Braydon took that as her agreement. Without wasting another precious second, he was back on his knees behind her, the head of his cock brushing against her lubricated entrance. Taking his time, he slid into her slowly, having to hold her hips to keep her from slamming back against him. He observed the place where their bodies joined, loving the way her pussy clutched his cock, pulling him deeper.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he held himself in check, not wanting this to end too soon. No matter what he tried to tell himself, Braydon feared that every time he was with her it might be his last, and he wanted to savor every second of pleasure. This woman, she was so much more than he ever would’ve imagined. And this, whatever was going on here, was so much more than just sex. At least for him it was.
With Brendon, he had no idea. He knew his brot
her enjoyed the pleasure to be found with Jessie, but the two of them seemed to have resorted back to the friendship they’d established. Theirs was a mutual agreement – pleasure for the sake of pleasure. And surprisingly, the emotional distance they’d inserted between them seemed natural, as though they’d accepted that this was a friends-with-benefits sort of situation.
For Braydon, he didn’t want friends with benefits. For the first time in his life, he wanted a woman all to himself.
And Jessie was that woman.
When he was fully sheathed within her body, Braydon ground his molars together, fighting the urge to pull back and slam into her. She was so fucking tight, so damn hot. The only thing that could’ve been better was if they didn’t have the barrier of latex between them because he wanted to feel her smooth, hot cunt against him. Flesh to flesh.
Considering he’d never once had sex without a condom, he knew that wasn’t an option. Didn’t mean he wasn’t longing to feel the blast of her sweet heat directly against him. But for now, he would take this.
Slowly sliding out, Braydon kept his hands on her hips, his eyes trained on his shaft as he retreated, her juices glistening down the length of him. His cock slowly eased out before he pushed his hips forward slowly, inch by delicious inch he drove himself back inside of her. The way her muscles gripped him, pulling him deeper and clutching him tightly made his heart pound and more sweat form on his brow.
“Braydon.” Jessie’s plea had Braydon glancing up, his mouth tight as he fought the overwhelming urge to slam into her. He loved when she said his name.
“Tell me, baby,” Braydon ground out between gritted teeth.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me hard.”
It was so damn tempting, but Braydon knew he couldn’t. He could never risk losing control with this woman. He didn’t trust himself to show her how he honestly felt and if he allowed the passion to consume him, he’d more than likely give too much away. It was hard enough to remind himself where his proper place was in this relationship. He was here for her pleasure only.
“Awww, fuck!” Brendon groaned. “You’re gonna make me come, Jessie. Fuck, baby.”
Braydon wanted his brother to come. He wanted Brendon to be finished so he could take Jessie completely. All to himself. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Brendon was going to hold out long enough for Jessie to come, and Braydon had better keep up or he’d be left with his dick in his hands. Not that it had happened before, but he knew it was a possibility.
“Fuck, yes, baby.” Brendon’s guttural tone was Braydon’s indication that his brother was close.
Digging his fingers into the soft flesh at Jessie’s hips, Braydon pulled out and then slammed into her once, her moan a sure sign of her approval. It spurred him into action, and he continued to thrust into her, watching the long, slender length of her back and the way she continued to blow Brendon while she was being fucked.
“Shit,” he growled. “Come for me, Jessie.” Braydon hadn’t expected to be so close so fast, but the intense pleasure he found in her body made it difficult for him to hold back. “Come for me, baby.”
Braydon glanced down at his brother, waiting for the telltale sign that he was about to come and when he saw it, he slowed his movements just slightly.
“Suck me, Jessie,” Brendon groaned as his body stiffened and Braydon slowed his pace even more.
As soon as Jessie lifted her head, Braydon reared back and slammed into her.
“Yes!” Jessie screamed. “Fuck me harder, Braydon. Fuck me!”
Who was he to resist that? Braydon slammed into her over and over, faster, harder. Again and again until his legs were weak and he was coated in a fine sheen of sweat. And when Jessie’s orgasm erupted, her muscles clamping down on his cock, the last thread of his control snapped, and he came in a rush, his hips slamming against her ass.
An animalistic growl pierced the air and Braydon knew it was him making that noise. But he didn’t give a shit.
He was just damn glad that he hadn’t said something stupid…
Like I love you.
Chapter Twenty Two
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Ethan
“Dinner was amazing as always, Mom,” Ethan told his mother, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as the rest of the family made their way into the living room.
Lorrie touched his cheek and smiled up at him, making Ethan feel as though he were ten years old again. He loved his mother. Loved her for all the support she’d offered him through the years. Although he’d never been one to share the secrets he kept locked away, he knew his parents wouldn’t look down on him. Didn’t make it any easier for him to open up to anyone, but it certainly helped to keep him in one piece.
“Who goes first?” Sawyer asked as he pushed by Ethan, making his way over to the Christmas tree.
Ethan pulled away from his mother, letting her slip over near his father and take her place on the arm of his chair.
Everyone was there. All of his brothers and his parents, including many of their friends and new additions to the family. Kylie’s parents, Joe and Melissa, V’s mother, Regina, as well as Zoey’s father, Carl, had all joined them for dinner and were now getting settled with the others. And just as with most family events, friends had come in droves, including Greyson, Beau, and even Blake.
That was one thing about his mother… Lorrie wanted her family together. If she had her say, there’d be even more, including all of the distant cousins from across the great state of Texas. And if she had to build a bigger house to accommodate, he didn’t doubt that she would.
Of course no Walker family meal would be complete without a little added drama, and tonight was no exception. Their cousin Jaxson had stopped by with some compelling news and decided to stay for dinner. Ethan hadn’t paid much attention to the story he told either. Because truthfully, he didn’t care. But he did noticed that his father had been particularly interested in what Jaxson had to say.
Tonight, Ethan had been busy trying to keep Blake at arm’s length because he had only invited him so that he could keep Beau as far away as possible. No one said the plan was a good one. So, it was only fair that Ethan’s entire evening had been spent trying to focus on the conversation going on around him and failing because he’d been too distracted by Beau and the memory from yesterday.
“Take a seat, boy.” Curtis’ gruff voice broke into his thoughts, and Ethan glanced over to see his father staring back at him. Without argument, he eased through the sea of bodies covering every available surface and took his place on the edge of the fireplace hearth beside Sawyer.
All of the gifts had been placed beneath the tree, no matter how small they were, and they were being distributed by Kaleb and Beau at the moment. Considering the size of the family gathering, they’d opted for a secret Santa exchange, which meant they each were able to purchase one gift for the person whose name they drew a couple of weeks ago.
It was the only gift Ethan had actually purchased for Christmas. Well, unless the one for his parents that he chipped in for with his brothers counted. Then the count would be at two. As for their gift exchange with their parents, that would happen later in the evening, once everyone else had gone home.
Ethan glanced up to see Beau standing in front of him, his huge, hulking body blocking everyone else from his vision, leaving him with nothing more than the sexy giant of a man to look at. It took a minute to realize that Beau was holding out a gift for him to take. He tentatively reached forward, trying to divert his eyes but unable to look away from Beau’s mesmerizing gaze. When his hand brushed against Beau’s, a warm trickle of heat shot up his arm.
God, he was in so much trouble here.
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Kaleb
Once all of the gifts were handed out, Kaleb took his place beside Zoey on the couch, pulling her against him and holding her close. They couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas than this one. The meal was excellent, the conversation fun, and the atmosphere festi
ve. Not necessarily something they weren’t used to, but this was one of the first gatherings where they’d had so much mixed company.
Kaleb loved it. Every single minute.
That morning he’d woken up to his wife in his arms, a huge smile on her face as she rested a small gift on his chest. When he had insisted that he be allowed to get hers, she had refused him, rather insisting that he open hers first. So he did.
After peeling off the glittery paper, he found a small silver frame with the sonogram picture of their little boy. The caption engraved on the bottom of the frame read “Daddy’s Little Boy”. To his absolute shock, Kaleb had teared up as he held his wife and looked at the perfect black and white image of their baby boy who would be joining them in just a few short weeks.
This was his life, and it was still so hard to believe. He had married his best friend, the love of his life. And that morning he realized the truly amazing journey they were on together. After forcing her to stay in bed, he jumped up, fully naked and ran downstairs to grab the lone present hidden under the tree. When he returned, Zoey was sitting there waiting for him. The fact that she’d been uncovered from the waist up had nearly distracted him from his goal, but somehow he’d forged ahead.
After climbing back in the bed, getting himself situated with her against his side, Kaleb had handed her the present. And to prove how alike they were, he watched for Zoey’s reaction when she opened the gift he had found not too long ago. It was a similar frame, sterling silver and engraved with their names on the bottom along with their wedding date. The look on her face was priceless, and when tears came to her eyes, Kaleb had pulled her down on the bed with him and slid deep inside her warm, welcoming body. They made love for what seemed like hours, enjoying nothing more than the mere fact that they were able to enjoy such a fantastic day together.
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