Blake Brothers

by Ford, Hope

  The rehearsal goes quickly and I know I should be paying closer attention, but my eyes are on Krissy. She’s moving around, not getting in the way, but getting shots of everyone. She’s completely in her element and the joy on her face makes her even more beautiful.

  After a quick run through, we drive over to the hotel where the dinner is being held. When we pull up, I hand my keys to the valet and rush around the truck, waving off the man about to open the door for her. I help her down and grab her bags out of the back. Once we get inside, it’s a whirlwind. Everyone is so excited to meet Krissy and she and Chelsey get caught up talking about the pictures she wants.

  Everyone sits down to eat, but Krissy walks around the room capturing photos of the group. I ignore the people around me. Which isn’t uncommon for me. I’m always the quiet one that doesn’t have a lot to say, so no one is surprised by it. Because I can’t stand it anymore, I fix her a plate and take it to her. “Here. You haven’t eaten since you got off the plane.”

  She smiles at me and eyes the plate. “I’m working, Jared. I can’t eat.”

  I grab her by the hand and I can see the surprise in her face. “C’mon, ten minutes. You have to eat something. I should have fed you earlier. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  She lets me lead her to a corner of the room and we sit next to each other at a small table. I set the plate down in front of her. She sets down her camera and looks back at me. “Oh, I’m sorry, I guess you need your hand back.” I release her hand, and want to kick myself for being so awkward.

  She looks at me and my face flushes. “I don’t know. I kinda like holding your hand, Jared.”

  When I don’t respond, the smile drops off her face and she concentrates on her plate, taking a bite of the steak medallion.

  I scoot my chair closer to her and hold my hand out to her. When she sees it, she gently places her hand in mine and lays our joined hands down on her thigh. She smiles as she takes another bite of food.

  * * *

  Krissy

  Jared’s whole family is amazing and just by meeting Jason and Chelsey, I know that this is going to be one of the most beautiful weddings I’ve ever done.

  We get back to Jared’s house late and before I go upstairs to bed, I have to bring it up. “Jared, I think we need to talk about something.”

  His eyes get big and worried, but I assure him it’s okay. “I just need to talk to you about the picture fee. Look, thirty thousand dollars is ridiculous. I’m not taking that amount of money from you for this. And Chelsey told me you offered to foot the bill for the photographer. Please, the money you have already put into my account will cover expenses. I can show you my packages I offer and you can order from that for the rest.”

  He’s shaking his head. “Let’s not talk about this now, okay? I know you’ve had a long day and we have a big day tomorrow. We’ll talk about this later.”

  I laugh at him. “Well, I’ve already seen how you can make money magically appear into someone’s account. That’s why I thought we should figure it out now.”

  He’s put his hand at the small of my back and leads me up the stairs. He opens the bedroom door and sets down my bags on the dresser before turning around to face me. “Don’t be mad, okay?”

  “What did you do?” I ask him incredulously.

  “I already put the money in your account. But I promise, I’m going to have you so busy the next few days, you are probably going to need to ask for more.”

  I put my hands on my hip and cock it out. “That’s ridiculous. I don’t feel right taking that money from you… especially now.”

  “What do you mean, especially now?”

  I get all flustered. I can’t tell him because I have feelings for him, or that I always have. “I just can’t. It’s not right.”

  He’s quiet for a long time and when I look up into his face, I see the vulnerability there. This massive, strong handsome man is vulnerable. “Are you mad at me?” he asks me.

  “No,” I whisper. “But I’m going to give you some of that money back.”

  His shoulders drop and he walks to the door. He takes one last look at me before walking out. “I’ll see you in the morning, Krissy. Sleep well.”

  As soon as the door closes, I stride over to it. I reach for the handle to pull it open, but at the last minute, I stop myself. What am I going to say to him? Wait… don’t leave. Stay… take my virginity?

  Yep, that’s right. I’m a twenty-two-year-old virgin. Not that I haven’t had the opportunity. I’ve just never found someone that I was really attracted to, no one that makes my heart race like Jared does.

  Walking to the bed, I toss myself onto it, grab the pillow and groan into it.

  Jared

  We’re at the church again the next morning and I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s taken all the shots of the groom and groomsmen and the bride and bridesmaids. Now we’re just waiting on the bride to show up. When she doesn’t, it seems that all hell breaks loose.

  Jason is a mess. Luckily, our other brother, Jack, Jason’s twin, showed up this morning and he is exactly what Jason needs. They’ve always had a connection. I send them on their way and I take care of letting the guests know that there won’t be a wedding today.

  Around mid afternoon, once I have the parents calmed down and the guests have left, I take Krissy back to my house, but I don’t know how to process all of this. Anyone that knows Chelsey knows how much she loves Jason. None of it makes sense.

  “Jared.” Krissy clears her throat. “Uh, I understand if you need to be alone. I can get an earlier flight.”

  “No.” I realize she probably thinks I’m upset with her and soften my voice. “I’d like for you to stay with me. If that’s okay?”

  She stares back at me for a second and then nods.

  We walk into the house and I sit down on the couch, my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. For a person that doesn’t do emotions well, I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.

  I feel the heat of Krissy’s body as she sits down on the coffee table in front of me, her legs fitted between mine.

  Her hand goes to the back of my neck, and I feel her knead the muscles there. A deep groan escapes my lips, but she doesn’t stop. If anything, she deepens the pressure.

  I lift my head to look at her, wanting to tell her so much, but not knowing how. “Can I hold you, Krissy?”

  I don’t even recognize my voice when I ask her that. Her eyes widen, but she simply nods her head. I lean back on the couch and pull her hands to tug her into my lap. She sits sideways on me and the feel of her against me fills me with a satisfaction that I haven’t felt before. It just feels right.

  I wrap my arms around her and bury my nose against her neck. She’s holding herself tightly, and I’m worried that I’ve pushed her too far, or maybe made her uncomfortable.

  “I’m sorry, honey. Is this weird for you? I just needed to hold you, but if you’re uncomfortable…”

  She interrupts me, lifting her eyes to look at mine. “No. No, I’m fine. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Hurt me? Honey, you couldn’t hurt me,” I tell her honestly.

  She looks at me and I can tell that she’s trying to see if I’m being sincere. When I don’t look away, she must read it in my eyes or maybe she feels the way my grip on her tightens, because finally she seems to relax, and she wraps herself around my body.

  It isn’t long before she’s asleep in my arms, and I sit there staring at her with hope rising in my chest.

  * * *

  Krissy

  We must have been asleep for a few hours, because the sun is already starting to set. My stomach growls and I hold in a giggle because I’m now sprawled on top of Jared on the couch.

  My head is resting on his chest, and his arms are wrapped around me. I lift my head and rest my chin on his pec, looking up at him. He’s still asleep, but even now, I can tell he’s frustrated because his forehead is drawn together. I reach up,
slowly, and put my lips to his chin, lightly kissing him. I wish I could take away his worry.

  He lifts his knee up, and my body slides closer to his. His hands stroke down my back and cup my cheeks. Still, I don’t take my eyes off him. I think he’s still asleep. I feel his hips lift underneath me and I can feel his hard cock press into my belly.

  I lay perfectly still, not wanting to wake him, but also feeling like I should. I lay my head back down on his chest and as if I’m wanting to test him, I shove my hips into him and a deep groan leaves his lips. I smile against his chest.

  I feel his body tauten underneath me and I try to lay completely still against him.

  “Krissy,” he whispers against the top of my head.

  I move my body slowly against his, acting like I’m just waking up. His hands instantly tightens on my ass and he holds me forcefully, stopping me from making any movements.

  “Honey, I don’t know if I can take much more of this.”

  “Of what?” I ask him innocently.

  “Of your curvy body rubbing against me.”

  I climb off of him, ignoring his groans as I move across him. I stand next to the couch and his hooded eyes stare up at me. He grabs on to my hand, pulls himself up and stands up next to me. “I like having you in my arms, Krissy.”

  Those words are everything to me, and I almost repeat the same thing back to him. But of course, my stomach has the worst timing and growls again.

  He chuckles. “C’mon, we better eat.”

  After dinner, where he had me put together a salad and he grilled chicken, we set down on the couch to watch a movie.

  “You okay?” I ask him for the twentieth time.

  He sets down his phone. “Yeah, Jason thinks that she went on the honeymoon. He’s on a flight there now.”

  “I hope everything is okay.”

  He nods his head. “Yeah, me too.”

  “So, tomorrow, do you want me to take pictures of your house?”

  He’s sitting on the couch a few feet away. “That would be great.”

  We watch television for a while until we both go to bed. The chemistry between us is explosive and I don’t think either one of us knows what to do with it.

  The next day, we spend the whole day together. He feeds me breakfast, then we take pictures of the land and the house, then we go sightseeing and out to dinner. There are times I almost hold his hand, but stopped myself.

  Jared

  Later that night, as we’re about to go to our separate bedrooms, I stop her.

  “Will I go to Miami with you?” she asks me. I’ve completely caught her off guard.

  I explain to her briefly, “Yeah, so come to find out, Jack wasn’t supposed to have been able to make the wedding. Well, when Chelsey saw Jack kissing a woman outside the church, she thought it was Jason. Anyway, Jack texted and said the family needs to be there by tomorrow afternoon for the wedding.”

  “And you want me to go with you… to take pictures?” she asks again.

  She’s standing in the open doorway of the bedroom, leaning against the door jamb, her arms crossed over her body. I take a step toward her. “Well, I would like for you to be my date for the wedding actually.”

  Her expression instantly transforms and her happiness is shining on her face. “Okay.”

  “Really?... I mean, great, so we’ll leave in the morning.”

  I turn around to walk across the hall and when I get to my door, she calls my name. “Yeah?” I ask her and when I turn around, I notice that she’s standing right next to me.

  She gets up on her tiptoes, wraps her hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down to her. Her lips brush across mine and I feel the jolt through my whole body. My hands go to her thick hips, gripping on to her and pulling her into me.

  Our kiss deepens and the taste and smell of her surround me, burning me up inside. She pulls back from me and her hand goes to her mouth. She’s smiling widely at me.

  “That was my first kiss… well, I don’t count little Bobby Ray back in kindergarten. I punched him afterwards.”

  I’m trying to catch my breath, and I barely register what she’s saying. But then it hits me, I’m her first kiss… and she’s mine.

  “Mine too,” I admit to her and I feel heat flush my face.

  “What? No way!” She laughs and swats me across the chest, turning away from me. I grab her hand so I don’t let her go far.

  “No, I promise, you were my first. I wouldn’t lie to you.” I try not to wince at my declaration. Technically, I haven’t lied to her. Not about the kissing, but about other stuff—well, I’ve withheld information, maybe.

  “Well, that’s crazy. Look at you.”

  I pull her closer, fitting her curves against me, leaning my forehead against hers. “I can say the same thing to you, honey.”

  “I want to do it again, Jared,” she huskily whispers.

  I don’t hesitate; I lean in and capture her lips with mine.

  When we finally break away, we’re both breathing heavily. We’re still standing in the hallway and I just hold her to me, feeling her body calm against mine.

  “Uh, we better go to bed, I mean, I better go to my bed and you to your bed.” She laughs.

  I kiss the top of her head, then step back from her. “Yeah, you’re right, so I’ll see you in the morning.”

  I watch her walk into her bedroom and she takes one last peak at me before shutting the door behind her.

  I walk into my bedroom, and instantly I undo my jeans, pulling them and my underwear down until I’m standing there with my dick in my hand. I’m so hard it’s painful. I’ve never felt such sweet torture in my life. All I have to think about is her beautiful face, her curvy body and I’m already about to come. I stroke myself, imagining her in my arms, her lips wrapped around my cock, and my balls tighten as hot ropes of cum shoot from my dick. I release a guttural moan. “Krissy.”

  My body’s heaving and I’m leaning on the dresser to hold myself up. A part of me didn’t want to come. I wanted to save it for her, but I couldn’t. Having her this close to me is going to kill me. I take a ragged deep breath and stumble to the bathroom to clean myself up.

  * * *

  Krissy

  I come back out of my room and walk across the hall. I lift my hand to knock when I hear groaning on the other side. I hold my ear to the door, and I know exactly what I hear. Jared’s breathing is choppy and it isn’t long before I hear a loud groan from his room and him saying my name.

  My insides turn to mush. If I had any doubt, I know for sure now, he wants me. And I want him. I pull back from the door and walk back to my room. I lay down in the bed and all my thoughts go to him. He’s come out of his shell since high school. Well, some anyway. He doesn’t have any trouble talking to me, but he doesn’t seem to talk to anyone else a whole lot.

  If I go back to Nashville a virgin, not experiencing the one thing I know I want, have wanted for so long, I know I’ll regret it. I can’t let that happen.

  I lay back in the bed thinking of the way Jared kissed me. I never would have guessed it was his first kiss. Of course, what do I know?

  But we seemed to have a connection. My hand dips into my panties. I’m soaked, from his kiss and from hearing him grunt my name, I’m sure. My fingers slide across my throbbing clit and my hips flex uncontrollably. I reach further down, coating my finger in my fresh juices and then I put more pressure on my swollen clit, rubbing circles around it. A moan escapes me, and I bite my lower lip to contain myself. Aww, yes. I keep stroking until my hips are gyrating and I’ve worked myself into a frenzy. “Yes. Aww, Jared,” I exclaim as I climax and my body clenches as my pussy pulsates around my hand.

  I curl to my side with my hand still between my legs. I cover my face, trying to control my erratic heartbeat and tremors shaking through my body. I can count the number of times I’ve done that on probably two hands, but I’ve never came so fast and so hard before.

  It’s all Jared. I know it is.
I fall asleep and have the most erotic dreams of my life.

  Jared

  Ever since she woke up this morning, she’s been quiet and subdued. I was planning on continuing where we left off last night with a kiss this morning, but when I walked into the kitchen and she was pouring a cup of coffee, she would barely look at me.

  We’re strolling through the airport and I’m pulling our luggage behind me. “Where are we going?” she asks as I stride in the opposite direction of the terminals.

  “We’re taking a private jet,” I tell her.

  She gasps, “You have a private jet?”

  “Well, it’s not mine, but I’m able to use it any time I want. It’s one of the perks of working with one of my clients,” I tell her.

  Honestly, I should have offered to take the whole family with me. But I stopped myself. I want as much time alone with Krissy as I can get. I’m not good with people anyway, but I’m really not good with sharing her.

  We walk down the tarmac and a man meets us and takes the luggage, and a woman escorts us on to the plane. I have my hand at the small of Krissy’s back as if I’m helping her, but really I just need to touch her.

  When we get inside, she’s amazed by it all. She walks up and down the aisle, all the way to the back of the plane where there is a small bedroom and bathroom, and comes back out with her mouth hanging open. “Oh my God, Jared, there’s a bedroom back here. And a bathroom that is probably as big as my bedroom and living room combined.”

  I laugh at her words, but secretly it bothers me. Krissy deserves the best and I want her to have that.