He also wasn’t sure how he was supposed to bring up the subject with Brendon.
Jessie had been there at the hospital when Brendon broke down, and truthfully, his heart had damn near cracked in half to learn that he’d hurt his twin like that. Leaving and staying away for three months had been hard for him, but he hadn’t realized just how hard it had been for Brendon. Neither of them had taken the other’s feelings into consideration in recent months. They’d been too focused on their own issues.
And maybe that was the thing. Maybe they were slowly inserting that small amount of space between them that would allow them to live separate lives.
Again, it didn’t help Braydon figure out how they were supposed to proceed.
Jessie’s breaths became slow and deep once again, and he realized she’d fallen asleep. He resituated himself on the bed so that he could hold her close to him, and as he stared up at the ceiling wishing for sleep, wishing for something to calm his mind, Braydon decided that it was time he did have a conversation with Brendon.
What other choice did he have?
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, Braydon woke just as the sun was peeking through the blinds. He immediately realized where he was and he smiled. Jessie’s bedroom.
But unlike the last time he woke up in her bed, this time she wasn’t awake before him. In fact, she was sprawled across the bed on her stomach, her hair fanning out across her pillow, her head turned away from him.
The blanket had slid down her body, revealing the scrumptious curve of her ass and the long, slender line of her back. He wanted to run his tongue along her spine . . .
What was stopping him?
Doing his best not to wake her, Braydon moved, propping himself up so that he could press his lips to the base of her neck. He trailed his tongue down between her shoulder blades, then lower. He didn’t let up and when Jessie shivered, he knew she was awake. To her credit, she didn’t move, which he took to mean she wanted him to continue.
As he trailed kisses over her back, that possessive instinct took root inside of him once again. The desire to possess her, to claim her body as well as her heart, was overpowering at best.
Braydon pushed the comforter off her, allowing it to fall to the floor before he knelt between her legs, forcing them apart so that he had room. He admired her smooth golden skin as he licked his way up and down her back, stopping briefly to kiss her neck and then again to nip at the sweet curves of her ass after he had moved back down her body.
It didn’t take long for his dick to get on board, and the next time he moved up her body, he slid between her spread thighs, allowing his cock to rest between the rounded globes of her ass. That elicited a moan from Jessie.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered back. “Tease me, Braydon.”
“Tease you how?” Kissing her neck, he pressed his hips forward, his shaft grinding between her ass cheeks.
“There,” she moaned, her hips raising ever so slightly as she increased the friction by shifting her ass.
It was his turn to groan.
Realizing just what she was getting at, Braydon leaned over to the side of the bed, opened the drawer to the nightstand, and peeked inside. He grabbed a condom and a small bottle of lubricant he’d seen there the last time he’d explored the drawer looking for a condom.
Setting both items on the side of the bed, Braydon returned to his exploration of her body with his tongue. He kissed and licked and nipped his way over her back, and when he reached her ass this time, he kneaded her butt cheeks with his hands before separating them gently.
His dick twitched at the thought of what she was requesting.
Jessie had previously admitted to them that she enjoyed anal sex. He hadn’t believed her initially because he had thought she was just reassuring them that she enjoyed double penetration. Clearly she hadn’t been just talking for the sake of talking.
Unable to hold back, Braydon flattened himself on the bed and slid his tongue from the dimpled small of her back downward, sliding along the crease of her ass until he was rimming her asshole.
“Oh, God, Braydon,” Jessie cried out, bucking her hips back. “That feels so good.”
Braydon continued to tongue-fuck her asshole, watching her writhe and moan on the bed as he readied her. Without losing his momentum, he reached for the lube and flipped open the cap. Pulling his head back, he squirted a generous amount directly onto her asshole and then used his fingers to spread it. He slipped one finger inside of her, fucking her slowly, gently, before adding another.
When he had fully penetrated her with two fingers, he began fucking her incessantly while she continued to thrust back against his hands, moaning as she did.
“Do you like that, Jess? Do you like me fucking your ass with my fingers?”
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes. Oh, please don’t stop.”
He had no intention of stopping. At least not the fucking part, but he did intend to slide his dick inside the tight hole instead of his fingers.
With hurried movements, he managed to retrieve the condom and slide it over his straining cock before guiding himself directly into her ass. Even when he had stopped touching her, Jessie had continued to writhe against the bed, and that’s when he realized she’d slipped her hand beneath herself.
“Are you teasing your clit?” he asked, his voice rough with the need that was building.
“Yes,” she replied. “Fuck me, Braydon.”
“Fuck you how?” he asked. Although he was already sliding deeper into her ass, he still wanted to hear her say it. “Tell me, Jess. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck my ass, Braydon. Just like . . . Oh, yeah. Just like that.”
Braydon was slowly sliding in and retreating. The tight ring of muscles was strangling his dick, making it damn near impossible to keep from coming too soon, but he focused his attention on bringing Jessie pleasure.
Braydon adjusted his stance, spreading his legs wider, forcing her legs apart and lifting her hips so that she was up on her knees, but her chest was pressed into the bed. Grabbing her hips, he increased his pace, the overwhelming rush of sensation assaulting him, ratcheting up another notch with every one of Jessie’s cries of pleasure. She was begging, pleading for him to go faster, harder. And he couldn’t hold back.
Getting a better grip on her hips, he adjusted the angle and began plowing into her, hard.
“Oh, yes! Braydon!”
“Play with your clit, Jess,” he demanded. “Tell me when you come.”
Braydon’s eyes crossed when Jessie’s fingers brushed against his balls. The little minx knew what she was doing too because she continued to tease him as he tried to maintain a steady, almost punishing pace. But then her hand was once again focused on herself and he was slamming into her ass, the heat of her body gripping him, pulling him closer and closer to the edge until he saw white lights dancing at the corners of his vision.
“Jessie. Oh, damn, baby. I’m gonna come. Do you want me to come in your ass?”
“Yes!” Jessie screamed, her arm moving faster. He couldn’t see her hand as she strummed her clit because it was beneath her body, but he could practically close his eyes and imagine what it looked like.
Between the blinding pleasure and the image now planted in his head, Braydon couldn’t hold back. “Fuck! I’m coming, Jess.” Braydon growled as his release tore through him.
Jessie’s body clamped around him, the pain lancing up his cock, turning to intense pleasure as his orgasm gripped him. And then she was crying out, her body tensing as her release tore through her.
Sweaty and sated, Braydon was tempted to fall on top of Jessie, to let sleep overtake him, because he wasn’t sure he was ready to get up and face the day. But he had to clean himself up, which meant he had to get out of the bed.
Jessie turned her head at that mom
ent, glancing back at him over her shoulder, and she smiled. A grin so big, so wide, he felt it as it pierced his heart.
“Good morning,” she rasped. “I think you should wake me up like that more often.”
“That can be arranged,” he told her, his body suddenly flooded with another surge of energy. “That can definitely be arranged. But first, a shower.”
chapter TWENTY-THREE
“Cheyenne’s on her way here? Are you serious?” Jessie asked Kylie the following afternoon. Well, “yelled at her incredulously” was probably a more apt description, but whatever.
Jessie had been working on a pricing sheet for Cheyenne’s renovation when she overheard her sister on the phone. Somehow—for the life of her she really didn’t know how, because she was busting at the seams with curiosity—she had managed to keep her mouth shut until after Kylie’s call was finished, but as soon as she heard the telltale sound of the phone landing in the cradle, she’d darted to her sister’s office.
“It would seem so,” Kylie said, turning her attention back to her laptop.
“To look at the house with you?” Jessie asked, trying to spur Kylie into dishing up the dirt.
“Yes and no.”
“What does that mean?” Jessie knew what it meant, but again, she wanted Kylie to ’fess up because she could see on her sister’s face that she was holding something back.
“Travis called her. He told her about Brendon. She’s worried.”
“She’s worried? Why the hell is she worried?” Jessie knew she sounded indignant, mostly because she was, but this was a woman who’d blown Brendon off more times than not, so for her to be worried all of a sudden didn’t seem appropriate.
“She likes Brendon,” Kylie offered.
“Likes him? Like a friend? Like a friend who tries to push his buttons every time she sees him?”
“It’s not like that,” Kylie argued, her voice rising with her apparent frustration. “Cheyenne has always liked Brendon. We’ve even talked about it once or twice. She just doesn’t . . .”
“Doesn’t what?” Jessie implored.
“She’s not interested in the threesome thing.”
Well, that was a damn good thing because as far as Jessie was concerned, that wasn’t even a possibility anymore. At least not with Braydon being the third.
Oh, God. The thought of Braydon and Brendon with Cheyenne . . . Jessie was pretty sure she was going to be sick. Rather than sit around and piss off her sister any more, Jessie left as quickly as she came, heading directly for the bathroom.
After washing her face and running cold water over her wrists and hands, she managed to pull herself together. But even then she didn’t leave the bathroom until Kylie was knocking on the door.
“Are you all right?”
“No,” she replied.
A second later, the door was opening and Jessie flew up from her perch on the closed toilet seat. “What are you doing?”
“I’m checking on you?”
“I wanted some privacy, Ky,” Jessie disputed.
“You’ve had enough. Now come on, let’s go to the break room.”
Unable to find any objection that would get her sister off her case, Jessie followed Kylie into the break room.
“I want to introduce you to Cheyenne,” Kylie told her after she had retrieved two cans of Diet Coke from the refrigerator and planted them on the small table.
Jessie dropped into one of the chairs and reached for the drink. She didn’t bother opening it, but she wrapped her hands around the cool aluminum.
“I don’t want to meet her,” Jessie mumbled.
“Oh, come on. Quit being a brat.”
Jessie glared at Kylie for a moment. “Fine, I want to meet her. But I don’t want her to have Braydon.”
“What the hell are you talking about? She doesn’t want Braydon.”
“No, but she apparently wants Brendon. And . . . God . . . I know it sounds stupid, even when I think it, but what if Braydon . . . ? What if he decides . . . ?”
“Lord have mercy.” Kylie sighed. “Do you hear yourself right now?”
Yes, she did. And yes, she thought she sounded crazy and paranoid—which so wasn’t the case—but she couldn’t help herself.
“Braydon loves you,” Kylie stated.
“I don’t know why, if that’s really the case,” Jessie returned. He had mentioned that once, but he’d never brought it up again. Granted, she hadn’t shared her true feelings with him then, and especially not now, so she couldn’t necessarily blame him.
“Have you told him?”
“Told him what?” Jessie asked, pretending not to understand.
“That you love him?” Kylie smirked.
“Well, no,” Jessie said in an isn’t it obvious we don’t talk about that stuff sort of way. “We’re taking things slow.”
“Yep, that hickey on your neck sure tells me that you’re taking things slow.”
Instinctively, Jessie reached up and covered the hickey that Kylie was referring to. She hadn’t even realized he’d left a mark on her until she made it into work that morning. And at that point, she’d already put in too much time getting her hair piled on top of her head, so she hadn’t bothered to mess with it. Clearly she was going to have to be more careful.
“Okay, fine. You win.” Jessie didn’t know where Kylie was going with this.
“I don’t want to win,” Kylie said, reaching across the table and touching Jessie’s hand. “I want my sister to be happy. I want you and Braydon to have a chance at this. I personally don’t see Cheyenne as a threat.”
Jessie considered that for a moment. She couldn’t disagree, although she desperately wanted to, but that was her inner five-year-old talking. She wanted to argue for the sake of arguing. Mainly because she was scared. “I love him, Ky,” Jessie blurted.
“I know you do.”
“I don’t even know how to tell him. And I don’t think that we can do anything until we get Brendon under control.”
“Brendon’s a big boy. He’s going to figure this out. We just need to make sure he goes about that the right way.”
“And how do we do that?” Jessie asked. “Braydon’s practically babysitting him.”
“I think that’s why Travis called Cheyenne. He asked for a favor.”
“What sort of favor?”
“We were talking and we think it might be a good idea if Cheyenne can assure Brendon that she isn’t pissed at him. He hasn’t been right ever since he called her out at Moonshiners, treating her like a slut. He feels like shit about what he’s done to her. And to you.”
“To me?”
“Yeah, to you,” Kylie answered. “He wants to be friends, but he thinks he’s messed that up.”
“But he hasn’t,” Jessie assured her. “I’m his friend.”
“Have you told him that?”
“Well . . . no. I haven’t really talked to him though.”
“Maybe that’s the problem.”
“So what? Are you suggesting some sort of intervention?”
Kylie laughed. “God, no. That won’t work with Brendon. Even I know that much. I just think he needs some reassurance. Everyone seems to be talking, but they aren’t talking to him.”
Jessie thought about that. Her sister was right. Jessie had kept all her feelings guarded, bottled up inside. Especially when Braydon had been gone.
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t make things right. After all, she was dating Braydon, and that was going to be a long-term thing. So it only made sense that she reach out to Brendon.
After all, they all had to shoulder some of the blame.
BRENDON HAD JUST stepped out of the shower when he heard a knock on the front door. He wrapped a towel around his waist and listened for a moment, wondering if Braydon had made it home yet. Wh
en he didn’t hear his brother moving around, he opened his bedroom door in time to hear the knocking once again.
Reluctantly, he made his way across the living room. Figuring one of his brothers had come by to check on him, he pulled open the door, ready to blast them with all the reasons they needed to just leave him alone.
Instead of yelling, Brendon damn near swallowed his tongue.
“Hey,” Cheyenne greeted him softly, her eyes weary as they locked with his. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he answered reluctantly. “Uh . . . Fine. Why?”
When her gaze strayed, Brendon felt a heated trail down his chest, and that’s when he realized he was standing there in front of Cheyenne Montgomery in only a towel.
“Shit,” he bit out. “Sorry. I had no idea you were coming.”
“No, I’m sure you didn’t,” she said with a smile.
“Want to, uh, come in? I’ll go change, er . . . put clothes on. I just got out of the . . .”
“I get it, Brendon,” Cheyenne said with a strained laugh. “Go get dressed, and yes, I’ll come inside.”
Brendon stepped out of the way, allowing Cheyenne to come inside. The fresh, floral scent of what he assumed was her perfume tickled his nose, and for the first time in weeks, he felt something strange flickering in his chest. Hope?
God, he hoped not.
Shit.
“Give me two minutes,” he told her. Without waiting for her response, he made his way to his room and shut the door behind him.
Grabbing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from his dresser, he managed to pull on his clothes. It wasn’t until he was dressed that he actually took a breath.
Okay, so this was really unexpected. What the hell was Cheyenne doing there? Especially after the last time he’d seen her at Moonshiners. Out of habit, he reached up to touch his eye. He knew the bruising was pretty much gone, but he still felt the ghost pain of the black eye Sawyer had given him the last time he had been in Cheyenne’s presence.
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