The Brothers Next Door (A Striker Brothers Romance #1)

by Terry Towers

  “Don’t worry. You’ll love it. Promise,” Nate assured me, kissing my back between the shoulder blades.

  Darrin’s mouth left mine and he began placing kisses along my jawline, once more distracting me from what his brother was doing.

  A second finger joined the first in my ass and I yelped, but the slight burn quickly dissipated to be replaced with pleasure. I was feeling so full. The pleasure I was getting from Darrin’s dick deep within my pussy combined with Nate’s fingers scissoring my ass, spreading my ass to prepare it for his dick.

  When Nate removed his fingers, I felt relief, but also an insane need to have him fill me again. “Nate, please.” I attempted to look over my shoulder at him, but couldn’t see.

  “Layla. Come here.” Darrin slipped a hand around my neck and brought me back down to him.

  “Ready?” I heard Nate ask from behind me.

  “Yessss.” The answer was given to him through clenched teeth as he pressed the head of his dick against my ass. Though I wasn’t sure how ready, I just knew that I needed him—I needed them both. I wanted to feel what it was like to have these two beautiful men claiming me at once.

  “Okay, honey.” He slowly began to push into my ass. There was a burning pain that tore through me, but at the same time there was the undeniable need to have him fully in me. I pushed back, taking Nate further into me, and while in the process, moved over Darrin. Darrin and I moaned in unison.

  And then it was over. He was in me and I released the breath I’d been holding the past few seconds. The pain was gone and all that remained was the unbridled need to have these two men devour me.

  “Are you okay, Layla?” Darrin asked.

  I smiled. “Oh yes.” Nate moved in my ass, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. I gasped.

  I won’t lie, it was awkward at first, but it didn’t take long to get a good rhythm going with the brothers, and dear God was it ever worth it! The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I felt full. I felt so full in fact that I felt like I was going to be torn in two, but at the same time, the feeling was addicting. The two sexy men, their bodies rubbing against mine, working in harmony with me, felt divine.

  “Damn your ass is amazing,” Nate growled in my ear.

  “God, oh God, you too.”

  My body was humming. I no longer controlled my movements. My body had taken over and seemed to be working independently of my mind as wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through my body. It felt like I was riding these men for an eternity as I rode the crest of my desire waiting for the release of pleasure. Time seemed to stop and it was just the three of us that existed. It was never going to end and I didn’t want it to.

  Then finally it came, the coil in my stomach broke, and I screamed as my body convulsed and pleasure came crashing over me.

  “Holy fuck, Baby,” Darrin groaned.

  But the brothers hadn’t finished. They continued to move and like cogs in a wheel, I moved with them, the process of building pleasure starting all over again.

  “I’m going to come in your beautiful ass,” Nate said from behind me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, a second before he slammed hard into me, his hands keeping me tight to him as he unloaded his seed within me.

  Once done, he slowly pulled out, leaving me with Darrin.

  I looked down at Darrin and smiled.

  “Just you and me,” he said, returning my smile and then flipping me over to my back. He didn’t miss a beat, as he began to thrust into me. He wasn’t holding back any more. He was on a mission punishing my body and I loved every second of it.

  “Yes.” I clung tight to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and moving in time with his thrusts.

  “Will you come with me, baby?”

  I nodded, looking down between our bodies and watching as his cock slid in and out of my body, coated in my juices. The view and the feelings were becoming too much for me. I was nearing the brink.

  Almost there.

  Seconds away.

  And then I felt it. His dick thickened and then pulsed within me as he gave one final thrust. The feel of him releasing in me catapulted me into oblivion as I came with him, my legs tightening around his waist as I was given relief for a second time.

  I collapsed onto him, panting and sleek with sweat, both mine and from my two partners.

  Darrin ran a hand through my hair, brushing a strand from my eyes. “Was it what you expected?”

  “Better. So much better.”

  Chapter 15

  Darrin

  Upon waking up, the first thing I noticed was the soft, warm body I was spooning. Layla was softly snoring, which brought a smile to my face. I nuzzled my face against her neck and I was about to drift back to sleep when a second snore brought me back to sudden alertness.

  What the fuck?

  Lifting my head, I peered over Layla’s body and then to my brother’s naked body lying naked and spread-eagled, sporting a semi-hard-on. My gaze shifted from Layla, to my brother, and then back again. Oh shit, the threesome happened last night. The previous night, I’d lost my sense of time and to a certain extent, reality. Somewhere along the line I’d fallen asleep, a deep and blissful sleep, I might add.

  But now what?

  I couldn’t go back to sleep, that was a certainty. Not with my brother snoring and sporting a hard-on just a few feet away from me. No way. I’d admit that what happened to be a hot encounter last night had turned very uncomfortable for me. Maybe after a few times I’d be more comfortable with this situation, just not this morning.

  Layla settled back against me, her bare bottom rubbing against my cock, causing it jump and grow. Dammit. I was going to cut this hard-on at the pass and get out of this situation before I start fucking her here and now while trying not to rouse my brother.

  Slowly, I attempted to worm my way back and away from her. Just when I figured I was free, she turned to face me. It looked like she was about to wake, but instead she grabbed for me, murmured something incoherent, and then went back to sleep, pulling me in tight to her, so now my half-way hard dick was probing at her pelvis. One minor shift and I’d be settled between her legs. One more shift and I’d be indulging in her.

  Well, fuck. That didn’t go so well. A part of me wanted to bolt from this situation. Another part, the part that was continuing to swell, wanted to push her to her back, crawl between those milky cream thighs of hers, and gain some relief.

  But I couldn’t. I needed time to get my head together on what had happened. I’d told Nate I was all for it, but I wasn’t entirely convinced that this idea would even come to fruition. Nate was notorious for having hare-brained ideas. But here we were.

  With a sigh, I closed my eyes and attempted to go back to sleep.

  No can do. After ten minutes of lying there, I decided sleep wasn’t going to come no matter how badly I wanted it to. Looking down at my watch, I sighed. It was only 5 am. Not that it mattered, since it was a weekend and none of us had to be at work this morning.

  Okay, I’d just slowly ease myself out and away.

  With a little bit of patience and a lot of effort I managed to finally get out of bed without waking the others. Of course, as luck would have it, by the time I managed to squirm away from Layla, my dick had become rock hard from the rubbing. Well, shit. Fuck me over two times.

  Taking a step away from the bed the floor creaked. Damn.

  “Where are you going?” Layla’s soft voice asked seconds before her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at me, her captivating dark eyes peering into mine. She looked truly disappointed that I was trying to sneak away.

  “I thought I’d go back to my place.”

  “Were you going to leave a note, or just sneak away?” She rolled to her back, putting her entire body, so curvy and scrumptious, on display for me. My eyes travelled down the length of her body, pausing at her breasts with her large dark nipples, over her stomach, and then to the apex between her legs, which was shaven and silky s
mooth. Putting her hands up over her head and closing her eyes, she arched her back, making her breasts the focal point again and stretched, yawning widely.

  “I didn’t mean for it to be like that.”

  Opening her eyes back up, she stared at me as she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. “Then how did you mean it to be like?”

  Clucking my tongue off the roof of my mouth, I didn’t answer, just shook my head.

  “How about a cup of coffee for the road before you go?” Her breasts bounced as she stood and walked over to me. “Or maybe a shower and then a coffee?” She reached down and grasped my erect dick in her hand and stroked me. “A shower is so much better when you have company.”

  Oh fuck, oh fuck. I groaned inwardly, swaying my hips to meet her torturous hand. As much as I wanted to get out of here and take some time to think, I wanted this so much more.

  We’d agreed that we weren’t going to fuck her separately, but technically, Nate was here. It was hardly my fault that he was sleeping, right? No one could fault me in this situation.

  She closed the little bit of distance between us until her body was flush against mine. Even after a night of sex, she smelled amazing. I lowered my head and nuzzled the side of her neck, working my way up from her collarbone, across her jawline and then to her lush lips.

  My lips claimed hers as I slipped my hands around her waist, pulling her tight. She released my dick to slip her hands up my chest and shoulder to lace her fingers behind my neck.

  Her body fit so perfectly against mine. My God, this woman felt like she was made for me. My brother was no longer in my thoughts, all that mattered was me and her and my dire need to be deep within her. Pulling my lips from hers, I bent and scooped her up and into my arms. She gasped and smiled up at me as I began walking towards the bathroom.

  “Are you going to take me up on my shower offer, Sergeant?” she whispered against my neck as she snuggled up tight to my chest.

  “I am indeed, ma’am,” I answered, also in a whisper. Taking my time as to not wake Nate, I eventually made it into the bathroom and deposited her onto the tiled floor as I set to work turning on the shower and adjusting it until it was at the desired temperature.

  Once the temperature was to my liking I stepped into the bathtub, I allowed myself a few seconds of indulging under the stream of water before offering her a hand to help her in as well.

  I stepped back, allowing her to move forward under the stream. Within seconds the water had covered her, the stream of water shimmering on her body as it rolled down her womanly curves.

  Grabbing the shower puff, I squirted a dose of body wash onto it and stepped up to her again, and began to gently scrub her body, starting with her shoulders and slowly working my way down. Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes when I reached her breasts. I took an extra minute to circle each nipple until they were both standing perfectly erect and they protruded between the suds.

  Carrying on lower, over her stomach and to her groin, I paused a moment, waiting for her to ask, plead, and beg me to continue. My hand hovered there waiting.

  “Darrin.” My name came past her lips and it was like an adrenaline rush to my cock. It was almost embarrassing how quickly she could get me hard.

  My hand dipped lower and I began to massage her pussy with the bath puff, making sure I applied extra pressure on her clit, making her groan in pleasure. As I teased, I could feel her begin to wiggle on her feet, so she reached out and grabbed onto my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my flesh as I concentrated on getting her off.

  “Oh fuck, Darrin, if you don’t stop…” She placed her forehead against my chest and her breathing became forced. I may have been torturing her, but little did she know that I was in equal agony myself.

  “What? What if I don’t stop?” I increased the speed and she cried out, her nails leaving deep crescent shapes on my shoulders.

  “I… I will… Oh God…” Her body trembled against mine and she moaned.

  Smiling, I removed the puff from her, grabbed her shoulders, and spun her around, slowly. She was unsteady on her feet, but I kept her upright. Squirting some more soap on the puff, I began to scrub her back.

  Once I finished with her ass and the insides of her thighs, she turned back around to face me, and took the puff from me. “It’s only fair if I return the favour.”

  My jaw clenched as I endured the agony of her hands over every inch of my body. I swear my dick was so hard it could break bricks at this point. I wanted her but my brother and I had a deal, no sex with Layla unless it was us together. I planned on keeping to that pact, even if it killed me, and in this case it just might.

  Her hands worked the lather over my chest and down my stomach. To my relief, she avoided my penis and knelt before me, running the puff over my thighs and calves. Her mouth was less than an inch from my cock. All I had to do was a slight thrust forward and it would be slapping across her lips. I’d have loved to see her take me into her mouth. Fuck, that would be an amazing sight.

  She was truly going to kill me. To stop myself from doing something I shouldn’t be, I turned so she could scrub down my back.

  This time she worked her way up, from her crouched position behind me. When she reached my buttocks, I clenched. My entire body froze as I prayed she continued up further—maybe then I’d lose this blasted erection. Of course, that would end up giving me blue balls. One evil for another, I guess.

  But she didn’t. In fact, instead of moving on, she dropped the puff and it fell to my feet as she wrapped her dainty hand around my erection and began stroking me.

  “Oh fuck.” It felt so damned good, and she seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to drive me insane. Placing my palms on the wall, the water beating down on my back, I groaned out my pleasure.

  She was just jacking me off. I’d done the exact same thing to her just moments before. That wasn’t sex so it was within the rules of the agreement. Right?

  The pleasure increased and I found myself moving within her hands. Maybe I should have let her give me head. Oh damn, but this was just as good. Closing my eyes, I lowered my head, concentrating on the feel of her bare breasts pressed up against my back, in conjunction with the feel of her hand milking me.

  The pressure within me rapidly increased. I was coming to the point of ejaculation insanely quick, but in my defense, I’d been erect and ready to go well before she had her hands on me.

  “Layla. Jesus, slow down…”

  She ignored me, in fact, she sped up. The woman was going to kill me. But she wasn’t, and if dying from the pleasure was the price I had to pay for this moment, then I’d die a happy man.

  And then I was there… The point where I couldn’t think or function beyond feeling the pleasure. My body tensed. I was as solid as a statue. And then it came, a release so hard that I shuddered and my body went limp.

  “You’re going to kill me, woman,” I gasped.

  She giggled, releasing my dick, and kissed me on the shoulder. “Would it be worth it?”

  I turned and smiled. “Oh yeah.” Lowering my head, I kissed her. “Layla Chambers, you’re an amazing woman.”

  Chapter 16

  Layla

  At this moment, with Darrin’s spent dick in my hand, I felt incredible. After spending the night with two of the sexiest men I’d ever met, I felt like I was some sort of sex goddess. It was something I wasn’t used to feeling. Being with Craig, sex was mediocre and familiar. There was no excitement in it, or sense of adventure. There was no promise of new and exciting things. We’d had a routine and we stuck to it. As time went on, even the instances of routine sex became few and far between.

  I was in my mid-twenties and for the past few years I’d felt like I was stuck in a sexual relationship of a couple married for decades who’d given up. Sure I couldn’t blame it all on Craig, because I was also a part of the relationship, and I hadn’t put much effort in rejuvenating it. I’d never went to the sex store for him, b
ut then again, he was having a helluva lot more sex than I was the last few months of our relationship.

  “Layla Chambers, you’re an amazing woman,” Darrin said, smiling down on me. His smile and the desire that still lingered in his eyes made me warm and tingly inside. There was a connection between us, something undeniable and something I’d never felt with anyone else, aside from his brother.

  I hardly thought of myself as amazing. I was average at best, at everything in my life, or at least that was the way it felt sometimes. But with Darrin looking down at me, I felt as though I were amazing and wonderful and all the good things they’d said about me. And it felt good.

  Grinning, I lowered my gaze, hoping he didn’t see the rosy hue that I was sure was colouring my cheeks at that moment, and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. “You’re not too bad yourself, Sparky.”

  He cocked a brow up at me and his grin widened. “Sparky, huh?”

  I shrugged and then reached around him to grab the shampoo while he exited the bath tub and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He left the bathroom while I finished up shampooing and conditioning my long, dark hair. Once done, I wrapped a towel around my hair, turban style, and then pulled a pink terry cloth robe on around me.

  My first thought was that he’d returned to the bedroom to get dressed, but the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen told me otherwise.

  Standing in front of the stove flipping a pancake while minding the bacon and hash browns was Darrin, wearing nothing but the towel he’d wrapped around himself, which hung low on his hips, giving me an oh-so-dreamy view of his lower back. The man was fucking built. How in the hell I managed to land not just one but two of these sexy men was beyond me, but I wasn’t going to second guess it.

  “Making breakfast in a towel? Is that a normal thing for you?”

  He looked over his shoulder at me and winked. “Normally, I cook breakfast naked.”