by Nadia Aidan
“Because I’m trying to do the right thing, Teresa,” he eventually managed to say, the words rasping out of him.
“What if I don’t want you to do the right thing?”
Jeff froze, and his gaze searched hers, probing deep into her eyes. She was serious. He closed his eyes, blew out a shaky breath, and opened them again. He’d wanted this for so long—he’d even set out to seduce her over this week—but when he took her he wanted her to know he would want all of her, and when he was done, he would want her again…and then again. And finally, when he was spent, he wanted to look into her eyes and see only one thing…and that didn’t include shame or regret.
“Trust me when I say, you do. Trust me when I say you’re not ready.” As he spoke he twisted her around until her back was against the fridge. “Because when I make love to you, Teresa, I will demand all of you, every part of you, and then I will demand more.”
He towered over her, hovering on the fence of indecision. He could succumb to their mutual desires and risk hurting her—risk losing her—or he could walk away now, which would kill him.
When she lifted her hand to cup the back of his head, he knew the decision had already been made.
He called her name, one last desperate plea for her to stop.
She didn’t.
Chapter Four
Teresa could feel Jeff’s hesitation. He still held himself back, his voice unsteady and hoarse as he called her name. With her hands twisted in his hair, she closed her eyes and lifted on her toes, bringing his lips to hers.
The moment their mouths touched, a fiery, pulsing wave of need shattered her and she moaned against his lips, but even then he resisted. His hands fisted against her hips, as if he wanted to push her away. She knew if she let him he would try, just as she knew that was the last thing he wanted.
Her tongue teased the seam of his lips, coaxing him to let her in.
“Jeff.” His name came out on a soft sigh, mixed with longing. She wanted this, despite her protests, even despite his. BJ was right. How long had it been since she’d held a man intimately, since she’d felt the heavy weight of a man pressing her down into the bed, nestled within the crook of her thighs, pushing inside her body, stretching her?
She shuddered. Too long.
Jeff hesitated because he wanted all of her, he wanted more. She hadn’t realised it before, but she did now. Jeff wanted something from her she no longer had the power to give a man, not after another had nearly shattered the foundation of who she was.
She couldn’t give Jeff that part of herself, but she wanted this… She needed this.
“Please,” she begged him, as she nibbled against his closed lips.
The sound that rose out of him shook her, as it vibrated out of his chest to quiver through her.
Jeff wanted to resist her, but as the thick, hard bulge of his shaft dug deeper into her belly, she knew that he no longer could.
One moment she was coaxing him, urging him, and in the next, he had her back pressed against the refrigerator, his mouth claiming hers in a toe-curling kiss that melted her bones.
His tongue swept inside her mouth with hot, wet glides. He probed deep, melding his lips to hers until her every breath was his, and his hers, as she drew him into her lungs.
Jeff’s hands began to roam from her hips, at the same time he wrenched his lips from her mouth. A whimper rose out of her, only to be replaced by a sharp gasp when in one smooth motion, he lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.
His every movement was urgent, and she understood that this first time would be quick and rough. She welcomed his hot, urgent lovemaking. This unrelenting attraction had been burning between them for a year now—so strong that, at times, Teresa had felt overwhelmed by her desire for Jeff. So she understood his desperation, because it pulsed just as hot and insistently through her. Once the demands of their bodies were satiated then they could explore one another at leisure, but not this time.
Teresa was bare beneath his baggy clothing, and Jeff cupped the weight of her breasts in his hands when they spilled forth. Pleasure arrowed from her belly to the space between her thighs, and she gushed with wet desire as he massaged her flesh. She gasped when he plucked at her nipples, and her head rolled back to rest against the fridge.
“Look at me,” Jeff demanded, his voice a throaty rasp.
Her eyes fluttered open and she lifted her head to meet his gaze. She glimpsed the steadily pulsing vein at the base of his throat as lust stole across his handsome features.
Teresa did not break Jeff’s intense, mesmerising stare as he dipped his head to capture a stiffened peak with his lips. The air rushed out of her chest as he sucked her nipple, drawing it deeper into the warm, wet cave of his mouth. Her pussy flooded with her juices while heat crawled across her flesh, tremors raking her. She gripped his head, watching him as he alternated back and forth, suckling her tender nipples until she thought she would come with just his mouth upon her.
She called his name as she gently but firmly nudged his head. He chuckled against her belly as he began to slide down the length of her body. His hand dipped within the waistband of the sweats and he pushed them down her legs until she could step out of them.
Standing before her, she followed his every sensuous, erotic movement as he shucked off his own shirt and then slowly undid the fastener of his pants. After tugging the jeans down his legs, he tossed them aside. Hard muscled thighs, dotted with coarse black hairs, brushed against her smooth legs as Jeff pressed her flush against the fridge at her back. She barely had a moment to glimpse the chiselled, bunching muscles of his abdomen, although she’d seen him bare-chested many times before. Often she’d spied upon him working alongside Jackson at Cottonmouth, but this time was different.
With his body pressed to hers, she could feel every ridge and sinew of muscle. Teresa no longer had to imagine what it felt like to have his hot, taut body sliding against hers, his skin beading with droplets of sweat from the humidity in the air. She no longer had to imagine many things as the thick, hot length of him bumped against her belly, leaving a small stain of wetness in its place as his cock leaked with his growing arousal.
Jeff trailed his hands across her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, as if memorising every plane of flesh, every dip and valley of her figure. She sucked in a sharp, startled breath when he settled his palm between her legs, his fingers dragging through her moist curls, parting the lips of her drenched sheath.
“Next time I will taste you here,” he breathed out, his every word uneven. She experienced the same unsteady feeling as he pressed a single finger inside her. Teresa could no longer hold his gaze as her head lolled back and she let out a soft moan.
Jeff’s groan joined hers, his finger ploughing through her slick passage.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered. “So wet and tight.” He did not break the questing motion of his digit as he fingered her faster. “I can’t wait to feel this hot, wet cunt wrapped around my cock.”
Teresa’s eyes snapped open, his lewd words fanning the molten flames of desire already scorching through her. Jeff pulled his finger from her body, and her legs almost gave out when he drew that same finger within his mouth and groaned. He sucked on his finger, licking at it until it glistened with his saliva.
Before she could take her next breath, he slammed his mouth against hers, his tongue plunging to the back of her throat. Every breath she exhaled, he took inside his body, as his tongue mingled with hers, and she tasted herself on his lips, the entire kiss an erotic melding of lips and tongues.
She heard the distinct sound of foil tearing, and Jeff pulled away just long enough to sheath himself in the condom, which he’d plucked from his jeans before casting them aside. When he returned to her, he grabbed her hips and hoisted her higher against the refrigerator.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
With her arms twisted around Jeff’s neck, she coiled her legs around his hips and locked her ankles tight. Holding firm to her h
ips, he braced her deeper and harder against the fridge, leaving her spread wide and open for his penetration.
The first nudge of the thick head of his cock against her opening forced a small gasp from her lips. It had been so long, and he was so large…
“Baby, relax for me. Relax and let me in, sweetheart.”
His breathing was uneven, his body unsteady as he trembled against her from the restraint he exerted. He fed her another inch of his length, and her body slowly eased around him, stretching to accommodate his girth. He thrust inside, dipping inside her with shallow strokes, before pushing forward again, going deeper each time.
Her tunnel coated his length as he ploughed farther inside, and Teresa’s belly fluttered with each probing stroke. She felt so stretched, so full. His every thrust dragged against bundles of nerve endings centred within her pulsing cunt, and she gasped and moaned with every push inside her body.
Jeff claimed her lips again, at the same time he held firm to her hips and drove home. She cried out, and he swallowed it deep into his throat. Her body struggled to adjust to the size of him, and even as she experienced a twinge of discomfort, the pleasure that wafted over her was heady—intoxicating, until she thought she would drown in the wondrous sensations of Jeff pumping and thrusting inside her.
He quickened his pace, his hips jacking back and forth, the muscles in his ass clenching beneath her fingers as he slammed into her with desperate, furious thrusts.
She joined in the frenzied tempo, her hips rocking with steady undulations, taking him deeper with every thrust.
“Fuck, Teresa…” Jeff rasped against her lips, his eyes wild.
His control was waning, if it hadn’t disappeared entirely. It was all she could do to cling to him as he pounded her tender flesh, and she knew she would be sore in the morning, but in that moment she didn’t care about what would come in the morning. All that mattered was the here and now.
She matched his hurried strokes, her own body racing with his as heat unfurled in her belly. Her pussy gushed, heat raked through her and every muscle in her body stiffened.
“I’m coming,” she cried out, her eyes clenching shut, her nails digging into his hard, taut buttocks.
His ass clenched as grunts and groans rose out of him. He pummelled her cunt with hard, unrelenting thrusts until the fridge banged against the wall. But even then he didn’t stop.
Hot, wet flesh smacked against hot, wet flesh, as the perfumed musk of sex permeated the air, dragging through her lungs. His frenzied pace, born of the yearnings of his body, was her undoing.
Teresa clung to him, every trembling space within her drawing tight as she shattered in his arms. She screamed out his name as she creamed his cock, which continued to pound inside her.
Her pussy seized his thrusting penis as she sucked him in with wet, erotic noises, and it was as though her orgasm triggered his, as though he hadn’t expected the blinding rush of pleasure to burn through him as a sizzling bolt of desire left her body to ignite his.
She knew his climax took him by surprise when he gasped, his body tensing against hers, his blunt nails digging into the supple flesh of her hips. He thrust into her once, twice, and then stilled, burying his engorged length deep. Teresa held tight to Jeff as he shuddered against her, calling her by her nickname on a tortured groan. His cock pulsed hot within her tunnel and then she felt the rush of warmth through the thin latex, signalling his release.
It was a long while before they stirred, their hearts beating wildly, their breath coming in stilted pants. When they finally disentangled their limbs, Teresa had to brace herself against the fridge at her back to steady her wobbly legs.
“Are you all right?” Jeff grasped her waist.
“I’m fine.” She nodded, flashing him a small smile.
Their gazes locked, and when she would have expected this moment to be awkward, the look that passed between them was so warm, so intimate, it stole her breath. What she glimpsed in his eyes, she wasn’t yet ready to name, let alone acknowledge.
Teresa glanced away and at the same time thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning streaked across the sky, flashing through the kitchen windows. That was when she saw him, hovering in the doorway, and before she could stop herself, a startled shriek ripped past her lips.
“Don’t stop on my account,” said Jason as he ambled into the kitchen, his every stride unhurried as if he had not a care in the world, as if he hadn’t just walked in on his brother making love to her.
Teresa stooped down to gather Jeff’s shirt and quickly wrapped it around her body. Jason arched a single brow, his lips lifting into a grin. She glared at him when instead of turning away and leaving the room as he should have done, he continued forward, halting just a few feet away from them.
“Do you think you could give us some privacy?” she demanded of Jason, irritated that Jeff hadn’t been the one to suggest it first. She glanced at him, expecting to glimpse annoyance on his face at his brother for interrupting them, but what she saw in his eyes made her belly flip-flop. And the look which passed between the two brothers did nothing to settle the churning contents of her stomach.
Jason shrugged. “If you want privacy, Teresa, I can leave you alone and go to my room.” Her heart stopped when he lifted his hand and she recognised the object he clutched between his fingers. “But is that truly what you want?”
The deep timbre of his voice washed over her, the burning embers flickering in his eyes stirred her. Jason was a handsome man and when he stared at her with lust in his gaze, it triggered something buried deep inside her. It wasn’t the same as what she felt for Jeff, nor was it as intense, or even close to the emotions and feelings Jeff aroused within her, but she could not pretend she was unaffected by the youngest Downing brother.
“You had no right to read that!” she accused him, deciding to ignore her burgeoning awareness of him, even though she knew it was futile, even though she knew he was well aware of all the secrets she’d tried to hide, the longings and fantasies she’d buried deep within.
“It was open on your bed. But you’re right, I shouldn’t have.” He reached out his hand and she snatched her diary from his grasp before he thought to change his mind and keep it. “But since I did, should I tell Jeff some of what I read on those pages?”
Myriad emotions arced between her and Jason—fear, outrage, desire, yearning. His eyes reassured her. He knew her greatest secret, but it was hers to keep, hers to tell. But as for the others…
Teresa froze, unable to speak, barely able to breathe.
He wouldn’t…
“‘There are rumours that the Downing brothers, they sometimes share their women. I’ve asked BJ this, and she says they’re just rumours, but as she does, there is a look that flickers in her eyes and she can barely meet my gaze, and then I wonder—’”
“Don’t,” Teresa pleaded with Jason, her voice a desperate whisper. She noticed as he recounted her innermost thoughts—her secret discussions contained within her diary meant for her eyes and ears only—that he inched closer.
She glanced at Jeff, then back at Jason, and the look that ricocheted between the two of them was the same as earlier, sending a tiny shiver racing down her spine.
“Don’t what, Teresa? Don’t continue or don’t stop?” His question was met with silence, and wide eyes that begged him not to finish the passage she’d written only days ago.
“‘—and then I wonder, what would it be like to be made love to by two men? The idea never appealed to me before, but that was because I could never imagine two men I would ever want to make love to at the same time. Well, the idea never appealed to me until I met Jeff and Jason Downing—’”
“Stop it!” Teresa had never been more humiliated in her entire life and she closed her eyes as if she could shut out the image of Jason Downing before her, revealing every hidden detail of her fantasies.
She tried to pull away from Jeff, but his arm was like a steel vice around her waist. He refused
to release her as he held her tight, and he would not allow her to move, would not allow her to retreat from him.
Opening her eyes, it was some time before she could lift her head and meet his gaze. She’d expected disdain, or even snide amusement that she’d thought the both of them would be so desperate for sex that they’d want to share her, when they could so easily have any woman they wanted, when it was well known that women had to share them, not the other way around.
What she discovered in Jeff’s eyes, however, shocked her. It made her heart pound faster until she thought the organ would explode.
“Don’t fight it, Red, not if it’s what you desire. And do not be embarrassed or feel shame because of your yearnings, your fantasies.”
“But that’s just it. They’re just…fantasies.” Her gaze darted between the two brothers as she rasped out that last statement. They were just fantasies. She’d never intended for them to be anything more, but the way the two of them looked at her—hot and hungry, their eyes dancing with unfulfilled and unspoken desires… She shuddered against Jeff, the tremor shaking her to the very core.
“They are more than just fantasies. They are the yearnings of your body which you long to experience.”
She shook her head. “Some fantasies are meant to remain just that—”
“And some should be indulged in and explored.”
Teresa started to protest again until she realised what his admission truly meant.
“You’ve done this before,” she said flatly, surprised by how the single statement sent a sharp current of jealousy racing through her. He’d shared other women with his brother in the past. She was neither special, nor was she their first. She tried to pull free again, and just as before, he held her tighter.
“We have,” he admitted, and then he continued as if he could read her mind. “But this is the first time I have ever shared my woman with my brother. This is the first time I have shared a woman I have feelings for, so this will be a new experience for me as well.”
