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

by Terry Towers

He groaned softly. “You’re awake, aren’t you?”

  “Busted.” She sighed. She couldn’t help it, a guilty grin spread across her lips as she opened her eyes and squirmed against his hand again, getting a little surge of pleasure for her effort.

  “What the hell, V?” He didn’t move his hand, instead he stroked her slit as he stared down at her, restrained passion in his eyes.

  She moaned softly, spreading her legs a little wider, giving him better access to her core as she remained with her head on his lap, staring up at him. “Devon. I –” She didn’t get a chance to finish what she was saying, her thoughts immediately going hazy as he thrust two fingers deep within her, causing her to cry out as she moved against him.

  “You haven’t changed a damned bit have you?”

  She wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or insult and didn’t have a chance to ponder it as he began stroking her inner wall, finding the sweet spot and sending waves of pleasure washing over her. “I… Oh God.” She attempted to pull herself up, but fell back again, closing her eyes as she was hit with another wave of pleasure.

  “So wet for me, V. I’ve never forgotten how wet you get or how good you taste.” The pleasure stopped, as he pulled his fingers from her.

  With a whimper of protest Violet opened her eyes and watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juices from his digits. A shiver rushed down her spine watching him savour the taste of her. She struggled to sit up, but was pushed back down as he shifted so he was lying stretched out next to her.

  Devon slid his hand down her side, hooked his thumb into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, leaving her bottom half bare for him. “This is new.” He trailed his index finger along the front of her shaven mound, in figure 8 motions. The desire in his eyes darkened.

  “Like it?” Her body trembled as she waited for him to touch her again – the wait was excruciating.

  “Love it. Do you want to know something else?”

  She nodded, running her hand down his bare chest to the front of his boxers to rub the ridge of his erection. “What?”

  “I can still remember the sound of your screams when you come for me.” He moved his finger to her opening and thrust it deep within her. She cried out, slipping her hand under his boxers to grasp his erection. He groaned as her small hand closed around his length. Leaning down to her, he ghosted his lips across hers. “Mmmm, just like that.”

  “Devon. God.” His lips came down onto hers fully. Her lips parted, inviting him in. Devon took the invitation, his tongue sliding between her lips, touching hers and sending another jolt of need through her. Her head was swimming as the yearning for him increased. Releasing his shaft, she tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down. With some effort on both their parts, while their lips and tongues continued to tease each other, the boxers were removed and tossed to the floor.

  “Take off the shirt,” he demanded, pulling his lips from hers. Without hesitation, Violet sat up and removed the shirt, tossing it to the floor, and sank back down onto the sofa. His eyes travelled along the length of her body, slowly, as if he were memorizing every inch, while his index finger circled around her hardening nipples. “I’ve got a mind to not let you come for that little stunt you pulled.”

  “That would be cruel.”

  He lifted his eyes to meet hers, and smiled, cocking a brow up at her. “And what you just didn’t wasn’t?”

  “Would you have made a move if I hadn’t?”

  His smile widened as he lowered his lips to the side of her neck, his hand palming her breast, pinching the nipple between his fingertips. “Eventually.”

  Grasping his cock again, she resumed stroking him as he shifted once more so he was settled between her legs. His lips moved lower, across her collarbone and to her breasts. A new surge of pleasure rushed through her as his lips closed around her nipple.

  “Devon. God!” She began stroking him harder, her thumb swiping along the tip, smearing the dollop of pre-cum along the head. The throbbing between her legs intensified, demanding relief. He’d taken her so far with his teasing just to leave her in limbo. His cock was so close and her need was reaching unbearable heights.

  She directed the head of his dick closer to her until it was rubbing along the length of her slit, so close to breaching her. And she needed it, her body longed for his. Just as she positioned him at her entrance his body froze over her and he released her nipple from his lips.

  “Nope. Not yet, honey.” Pulling himself from her grasp, he pulled up and away from her, sitting back on his heel and staring down at her.

  “Devon. Pleeeease.”

  “Ummm. I like hearing you beg. I’d almost forgotten how good those words sound from your lips.” Grabbing her hips, Devon leaned back, bringing her with him.

  “Devon, wha–” She didn’t have time to ponder what he was about to do as he lay back fully and pulled her down onto him, positioning her over his mouth. Gripping the back of the sofa she cried out as he spread her pussy lips and wasted no time plunging his tongue deep into her. As his tongue began thrusting in and out of her core, his thumb found her clit. The double assault of pleasure was consuming, she wanted to return the pleasure – to make him feel as good as he was making her feel – but she couldn’t. All she could do was hold on to the sofa and bask in the feelings and ride his tongue as wave upon wave crashed over her.

  “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” The tremors within her were getting stronger, the throbbing between her legs more intense, the need to come all-consuming. “Devon. I’m going… I –” She glanced down between her legs to lock gazes with him. In the next instant she reached the pinnacle of her desire and she came crashing down, she screamed, her body trembled as she desperately grasped the sofa to keep from falling.

  Her thoughts were hazy. She only slightly acknowledged the fact she was being lifted and settled onto her back. It wasn’t until she felt his lips claiming her, the taste of her on his lips and tongue that she realized he was settled between her legs, his cock sliding between her drenched folds.

  “Fuck V, I want you. I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

  Violet opened her eyes and looked up into Devon’s hungry stare. Reaching up she ran her index finger along his jawline. A hint of shadow was beginning to form, giving him a dangerously sexy edge. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pulled him down until the head of his cock probed her entrance. The desire within her flared up all over again. “Then why are you waiting?”

  A low, feral groan escaped his lips. “I don’t –” There was a flash of hesitation, as if he were deciding if it was a good idea or not, but just as quickly as the look came it disappeared, replaced by pure hunger.

  She thrust her hips up against him, urging him to quench the building desire. Her single action was his undoing. His lips came crashing down onto her, his kiss demanding and frenzied, as he thrust into her. She pulled her lips from his long enough to gasp, her entire body tensing and clinging tight to him.

  “Oh fuck. V. Dammit, you feel good,” he whispered against her neck as he kept himself embedded deep within her, to the hilt and remaining there. He pulled up just enough to look down at her, his grey eyes searching hers, warming her, connecting.

  The whole thing seemed so surreal, like a dream. So many times over the years she’d fantasized about being in his arms again. Having him devour every part of her.

  “You okay?” His eyes took on a look of concern.

  Sliding a hand to the back of his neck, she pulled his lips back down to hers, scared he’d see the emotions rushing through her – the regret, the longing. So many emotions. She needed relief from the confusion of her thoughts. She didn’t want to think anymore, just feel.

  As he surrendered to her, he withdrew and slid back into her. She moaned against his lips, her hands wrapping around to his back and nails digging into the tight muscle. His thrusts started slowly, teasing, drawing out the feelings and need.

  “Pleeeease!”
she moaned, as his lips left hers to begin working their way down the side of her neck, gently biting the delicate flesh. “Faster, please. God, I can’t take much more.”

  “Mmm.” His pace began to quicken, slamming into her harder, fucking her faster. Violet met each of his thrusts, their bodies rocking in perfect unison. She held tight, burying her face into his shoulder, basking in the feel of him consuming her.

  Her orgasm began to build again, the feelings rushing through her becoming too good, too intense. Just when she was hitting her breaking point he suddenly stopped and gave her a devious grin. Sitting back on his heels, he switched positions, sliding her legs over his shoulders so they both had a perfect view of his cock, thick and glistening with her juices as it pulled out and then slammed back into her.

  It was such an arousing sight, watching him enter her, seeing the hard muscle of his abdominals and chest tightening and flexing with each thrust. But even more arousing than all of that was watching the intensity of his expression as his cock claimed her. It was becoming all too much and she was found herself teetering on the edge once again.

  “Wait for me, V.” He leaned down, doubling her up and grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to stare up into his eyes. “We come together.”

  She bit down on her lower lip, trying to fight the need to release and do as he requested – no, was demanding. “I need to come.”

  “Not yet.”

  She groaned, reaching above her head and fisting the arm of the sofa. His cock twitched within her, she could feel the tension building within him with each thrust. He was almost there, she silently prayed he’d get there soon – immediately. The denial of her release was making her stomach clench. “Pleeease.”

  He smiled as he slammed into her, releasing her legs and lowering his body onto hers, increasing the intimacy. “Come for me,” he whispered into her ear, and it was her undoing.

  His words felt like magic to her and she let herself go. She closed her eyes, her back arching as she met his final thrust, allowing herself the pleasure of release as her pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, begging him for his cum. He groaned as he slammed into her a final time and released, filling her with his seed. The feel of him filling her sent her over the edge a second time, her entire body trembling under him.

  It felt good, so good, so familiar. She didn’t know how she had the strength to let him go all those years ago and was scared she wouldn’t be strong enough a second time around. But she shook those thoughts from her head. For now, he was hers and she was his – just like it had been – how it was meant to be.

  Chapter 7

  After jotting a quick note for Violet and leaving it on the night side table, Devon leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He suspected he’d be back before she woke up – she’d only been asleep for a few hours – but just in case he didn’t want her doing something foolish like regretting the previous night, or jumping to some insane conclusion before he got back. But there was something he needed to do and he wanted it done before she woke – have a chat with his mother.

  It took twenty minutes to drive across town and to his parents’ house. While his night with Violet had calmed his anger, with each mile he got closer to his parents’ the anger increased until he was vibrating with rage by the time he pulled into the driveway.

  Cutting the engine of the truck he gave himself a moment to calm down. If he went in there on a rampage she’d only get defensive and lie through her teeth to him or simply refuse to answer his questions. After giving himself a couple of minutes to settle his temper, Devon got out of the truck and made his way into the house. He’d barely gotten through the front door when his mother came rushing from the living room and into the foyer to greet him.

  “Devon! What a wonderful surprise. You’re just in time for breakfast.” Grabbing his arm she escorted him into the kitchen where his father was already seated at the table, an omelet on his plate. The pleasant aroma of recently fried bacon drifted to him, tempting him, but he was here for one and only one reason.

  He and his father exchanged hellos as he sat down at an empty spot at the table. Once the pleasantries were exchanged the older man returned to his meal, shifting his attention to the newspaper on the table. Devon kept trying to convert his father to reading Internet news, the newspaper was becoming obsolete, but his father was having none of it. He insisted on reading the morning paper with breakfast stating he’d been doing it for twenty-five years, he wasn’t about to change now.

  His mother quickly served him a helping of breakfast and then resumed her spot at the opposite end of the table of his father, next to Devon. She buttered a piece of toast and took a delicate bite, eyeing Devon. “So what’s brought you around this early? It’s been forever since you’ve joined us for breakfast.”

  “I’ve been really busy.”

  “You should never be too busy for family, Devon.”

  Devon smiled at her and ate another slice of bacon. “Well, Mother. I’ve come across some interesting information and was hoping you might have some insight.”

  She took a drink from her orange juice and then nodded, gracing him with a smile. “If I can.”

  After scooping a serving of hash browns into his mouth he smiled. “Well, Mother, it has come to my attention that you’ve been lying to me for seven years.”

  His mother’s dark eyes narrowed as her gaze locked with his. He became aware of his father’s eyes lifting from the paper to look over at them. “Devon Alexander Land! Exactly what are you accusing me of?”

  “I’m talking about the little deal you made with Violet.”

  The way the color drained from her face, he knew it was the truth, not that he’d doubted Violet. But her expression gave him confirmation. “I… I don’t… What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about Violet Phillips and how you blackmailed her.”

  She huffed and rolled her eyes at him. “Oh please, Devon, I did no such thing.” She looked nervously at his father and then back at Devon.

  Devon cocked a crow at her. “You didn’t tell her that if she didn’t break up with me you’d tell her father about her mother’s affair with Dad?”

  “Just wait one minute, Devon.”

  Devon glanced over at his father and gave his head a shake. “Don’t even try to deny it, Father. Don’t even.” The two men glared at each other a moment, sizing each other up, but it was his mother who broke their stare.

  “Fine. Yes, I did. But it wasn’t like she didn’t get anything out of the deal, I paid for her college tuition! She should be thanking me!”

  “Thanking you? Are you insane? You chased her out of here by blackmailing her with the threat of hurting her dying father.”

  “And if she’d loved you she would have stayed anyhow. Or she would have come clean when her father died, but did she? Did she, Devon? No. Want to know why? Because she was getting a free education from me. You two were kids, she knew her future wasn’t here, especially after she experienced New York without you. I bet she never gave you a second thought.”

  “That’s not even the point. The point is you lied to me. You knew the pain I was going through and you lied through your teeth to me. You let me believe she didn’t give a shit but that was also a lie.”

  “I think your life turned out quite well. And why are you bringing all of this up now anyway? You’ve moved on, she’s moved on.”

  “She’s back, Mother.”

  His mother remained silent a moment and then slowly nodded. “I see. So she told you what a mean and wicked bitch I am, that right?”

  “I don’t think she used those words. But she told me what you did.”

  “I see.” His mother straightened her back, jutting her chin out as she eyed him. “And you’re seeing her?”

  “I am.” He could feel his father’s eyes on his again, but refused to look at the other man. It may not have been his father who had sent Violet away, but he was the reason she’d been blackmaile
d. Devon was still working out his feelings on that.

  “How long has this been going on?”

  “She just got back a couple days ago. And the reason I came here to see you is because I wanted you to know I know the truth now and to tell you to stay away from her. And never interfere with my life like that again.”

  “Your mother did what she felt was the right thing, for everyone,” his father cut in, but Devon ignored him.

  “You two were moving too fast Devon, if you had stayed together you would have brought each other down. Every time you were in trouble she was the reason for it.”

  “She wasn’t.”

  “She was,” his mother insisted.

  “We were in it together, and you know, I’m not here to argue about the past, I’m here to tell you to butt out of our relationship from here on in. And that I know. No more lies.”

  “Relationship? With her…” she spat the word “her” as if the whole idea were distasteful.

  He didn’t have an answer for her. “The thing is, that’s not your business. I hope we’re clear on this.”

  Her lips pressed into a firm line and with reluctance she nodded although he hardly believed she’d give in that easily. Pushing his chair back, Devon stood, leaving his breakfast untouched for the most part.

  “Thanks for breakfast, Mother.” Giving his father a curt nod, he left.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  Violet moaned as she stretched on the king-sized bed, a soft smile spreading across her lips. Her body ached, but it was a good ache, a very good ache. It felt like the years had rewound and they were back to where they were when they were teenagers and she was falling all over again. It seemed impossible, but it was true.

  “Devon?” She slowly opened her eyes, turning to his side of the bed, expecting him there. To her disappointment, he wasn’t. She’d been hoping for a little morning… She looked over at the clock mounted on the wall. Shit, afternoon? It was 4pm. “Devon?” she called out a little louder as she swung her legs around to the side of the bed and slid off and to her feet.