Chapter 2
Mason
We should have left when the party finished. We should have gotten into our truck and driven away with the memory of Joelle’s sexy friend stashed away for later, when we retired to our rooms alone, with just our own hands for company.
That thought comes too late to matter, settling in somewhere behind my ribs as I carry pretty Janey across the yard, her body warm against mine, her breath brushing my throat as she pants with anticipation.
I knew better the second she stepped onto that porch. Knew better the way she looked at us. Curious. A little unsure. Still sitting between us anyway like she’d already made the decision to fuck us and hadn’t said it out loud yet.
Brookes warned me that she’s in heat. He caught her looking at us while she licked frosting off her fork like she was thinking about licking other things. Wade warned me earlier, before he disappeared upstairs to enjoy fucking his woman.
“Janey’s a good girl,” he said. “A good woman,” he corrected. “She isn’t looking for the kind of fun you and your brother enjoy. And her mama’s a dragon. Best not to get involved.”
But good girls don’t search for cowboys in their pretty pajamas unless they’re looking for fun. They don’t lean in like Janey did, kissing us like she was sampling ice cream flavors.
She might be a good girl at home, but tonight? She’s looking to be bad.
She doesn’t feel like a mistake in my arms. She feels soft in the right places, solid in others, her weight settling against me totally, trusting I won’t drop her.
Her legs shift slightly at my hips as I walk, her bare skin brushing through the thin fabric between us, and I have to tighten my hold to keep my focus where it belongs.
Her hair brushes my jaw when she moves, warm brown with lighter strands, soft where it slips against my skin. It’s the kind of hair that looks a little messy in a way I’ve always preferred. A style you can get your hands into without ruining it.
Janey’s face turns slightly, and I catch a glimpse of her profile in the low light.
She has a strong nose that gives her face a determined edge.
Freckles dust across her nose and cheeks, faint but there, standing out more with the color high in her skin.
She’s flushed all the way down her throat, heat rising fast.
Her eyes flick up at me for a second, catching what little light there is, warm as honey.
That’s what gets me.
She isn’t preening or searching for our appreciation. There’s nothing practiced about her. She’s genuine and unguarded. Sweet as pie. Brave, too.
But her breath gives her away, the way it stutters when I adjust my grip, the way her fingers curl tighter into my shirt instead of pushing me away. She’s inexperienced at letting herself go, but she’s allowing this. She’s taking a chance on us and we won’t disappoint.
Behind us, Brookes follows. I feel him there, watching. He always watches first. Always lets me make the move.
That’s how this has always worked between us.
Maybe we should be wary of being Janey’s naughty little experiment, but she’s too ripe to leave hanging. And she tastes too sweet not to savor.
The barn door creaks when I push it wider, the cooler air inside cutting through the heat that’s been building under my skin since Janey sat down between us. I set her on her feet slowly, my hands lingering at her waist a second longer than necessary.
She doesn’t step back.
Her white cotton pajamas look almost innocent in this light, the little eyelet holes letting hints of skin peek through. But the way her nipples are already tight against the thin fabric tells me innocence left the building the second she sat down on that swing.
“Look at you,” I murmur, letting my voice drop low. “All pretty and trembling already. You been thinking about this, haven’t you, sweetheart?”
Janey’s cheeks flush hotter. She bites her lip, eyes flicking from me to Brookes and back. “Maybe.”
Brookes steps in closer behind her, letting her feel the heat of him. “It’s okay, honey. You can be honest. You walked out on that porch knowing exactly what you were asking for.”
She shivers visibly. Good girl. I like that she’s nervous. Her surrender will be so much sweeter.
I lean down and brush my mouth along the side of her neck, right where her pulse is hammering. “Don’t worry, Janey. We’re gonna take real good care of you tonight.”
“Yeah?” she whispers, a little eager, and a whole lot hopeful.
“But first…” I pull back to meet her eyes. “You’re gonna let us look.”
Her breath catches. “Look?”
“Yeah.” I slide my hands up, hooking my fingers under the hem of her camisole. “Slow. Let Brookes see how pretty you are when you’re getting worked up. He’s been watching you all night from the shadows like a starving man. Show him what he’s been missing.”
I tug the fabric up and off in one smooth motion. Janey’s arms come up instinctively to cover herself, but I catch her wrists gently and pin them to her sides.
“None of that, pretty girl,” I say, soft but firm. “Let him see. Let us both see what you’ve been hiding from us.”
Brookes’s gaze drags over her bare breasts, hungry as a wolf. Janey’s nipples are exactly as I imagined them; a dusky rose, already peaked tight. My brother makes a low sound of approval that Janey responds to with her own.
“Fuck, look at those pretty tits,” he practically growls. “Perfect. Begging to be sucked on.”
Janey moans, her thighs pressing together. I’d put good money on her being slippery down there already.
I praise her because she deserves it. “That’s it. You’re an obedient little thing, standing here letting two men stare at your beautiful tits. You’re doing so well for us already.”
I cup one breast, thumb brushing over the nipple until she gasps.
Brookes leans against the wall, watching as I work her, taking in every little reaction.
The way her head tips back against my shoulder.
The soft, needy sounds she makes when I pinch hard enough to hurt.
How her hips start rocking, already searching for friction she hasn’t earned yet.
“Easy,” I tell her, kissing the corner of her mouth. “We’ve no intention of rushing tonight. Gonna edge you nice and slow until you’re dripping and begging. Until you understand exactly who you belong between.”
Brookes nods, his gaze lingering. “And then we’re gonna share you. Fill you up until you’re so gone you don’t know whose cock is making you come.”
Her thighs quake at that. I catch her, grinning against her skin.
I turn her toward me and ease her shorts down next, leaving her completely bare in the warm barn light. She’s got a sweet little patch of honey brown curls at the apex of her thighs, but her pussy lips are bare and glistening. I groan at the sight.
“Jesus Christ, Janey. Look how wet you are from a little kissing and touching.”
Brookes makes a rough sound of agreement. I ease her back toward him. “Hold her open for me, brother,” I say, as he hooks one arm around her waist from behind, holding her while I drop to one knee. I spread her thighs gently with my hands, thumbs stroking the soft skin there.
Brookes doesn’t hesitate. He slides his free hand down, parting her folds with two calloused fingers so I can see every pink, shiny inch of her.
Fuck.
I tip my head and meet her gaze. Her lips are parted, and her eyes are half closed as she trembles with anticipation. I like making her wait even though I’m starving to tongue her swollen little clit.
I lean in and drag my tongue up her slit in one long, slow lick.
Janey cries out, hips jerking. “Mason. Oh god.”
I pull back immediately. “Ah-ah. None of that. You take what we give you tonight quietly. We don’t want to disturb the others.”
I lick her again, slower this time, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips. She tastes sweet and musky. Perfect. I could feast on her for hours, burying my face where she’s warm and sensitive.
Every time her breathing starts to hitch, and her thighs begin to tremble like she’s close, I ease off.
Pull back. Kiss her inner thigh instead.
I encourage Brookes to tease her nipples with his rough fingers before I take another turn, licking broad stripes and then stopping to blow cool air over her heated flesh until she whines.
“Please… please.”
Every begging plea and whimper sends a fresh surge of blood into my cock until I’m leaking precum and throbbing to the beat of my heart.
We edge her like that for long minutes, taking turns to tease, praising her the whole time.
“So fucking good,” I murmur against her pussy after the third time I’ve brought her right to the edge and left her hanging. “Listen to those pretty sounds you make. You’re soaking my face, sweetheart. Flooding my mouth. Making such a mess.”
Brookes growls against her throat. “She’s such a perfect little toy, isn’t she Mason. Taking it so well. Soaking up all this pleasure we’re giving her.”
Janey’s legs shake hard. Her hands fist in my hair, then Brookes’, trying to pull us closer, but we don’t let her. We keep her right there, trembling, dripping, and desperate.
“Please,” she gasps again, voice breaking. “Please… I need—please let me—I can’t take it anymore.”
I stand up, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and kiss her deeply so she can taste herself on my tongue. Brookes presses in from behind, his hard cock nestling against the curve of her ass through his jeans.
“Not yet,” I tell her, nipping her bottom lip. “We’re just getting started. You’re gonna come when we say. And right now, I want to watch you ride my brother’s fingers while I feed you my cock.”
Her eyes go wide like she’s shocked, but her pupils swell with lust.
Brookes chuckles low against her ear. “That’s right, darlin’. We’re sharing you tonight. Every hole. Every moan. Every drop.”
I unbuckle my belt slowly, letting her watch. “And when we finally let you come, it’s gonna be with both of us inside you. Stretching you open. Filling you so hard you’ll still feel us there tomorrow.”