Chapter Four #3
“I don’t know, but I’ll stick to coffee while I’m here,
Shane,” she replied as her head dropped. “It hurts.”
He laid a hand on her cheek. It was barely pink. “I don’t
have to.”
“But I like it. It hurts and then it doesn’t,” she
explained. “It goes straight to my pussy. How is this making me so hot?”
Because she’d likely never spent any real time on sex. He
doubted there was much sexual education from her brothers, and then she’d been
an ambitious college kid. “Have you ever spent hours and hours on sex, Brooke?
Have you ever had a couple of men who did nothing but worship your body until
you were spent and couldn’t move, so you fell asleep with them still inside
you?”
“I’m not a virgin,” she argued.
Another smack and then another. Bay took the left cheek and
he the right. “Not what I asked. Also, I don’t care about virginity. I lost
mine so long ago I barely remember it as anything but a fond memory, so I don’t
care about how many men you’ve had. I care about the quality of the sex you’ve
had.”
“Well, I would have said good before tonight,” she admitted.
So he was right and no one had spent real time on her
before. She’d had boys who wanted to get off, who took as little time as they
needed and didn’t truly understand what intimacy meant.
He would have been one of those men if it hadn’t been for
Stef Talbot. Stef taught them to take sex seriously. That it wasn’t simply a
bodily function. That it could be so much more even if the actual relationship
didn’t last for more than a night. Even if it was merely a stop on the way to
he and his brother finding the woman who could give them what they needed.
“Tell me I have more time. Tell me we can explore this thing
between us while you’re here,” Shane demanded.
He spanked her again, trading off smacks with his brother.
She started to cry, but she didn’t tell them to stop. He put a hand up, halting
his brother. They didn’t know her the way they needed to. If he had his way, he
would get to know her every tell, to be able to read her body language as well
as he knew his own. But for now, they had to talk. He thrust a hand into her
hair and tilted her head up to him.
“Is it too much?” Shane asked.
She nodded but then released the ladder, and her arms
wrapped around him. “Not you. It’s everything. Please, Shane, make me forget
anything but you. We can have the nights together. I want you both. I want to
know.”
All thoughts of controlling this scene fled. She needed, and
he was going to give her everything he had.
He picked her up and turned, looking for a proper place to
put her because they weren’t going to make it to a bed. The need was too
urgent. He set her on top of the small bistro-style table, his heart thudding
in his chest. Emotion rode him high because he realized this might be the first
time he could truly give something to a woman. Something beyond an orgasm. She
needed him. Them.
She gasped as he spread her legs and went down on his knees.
Bay moved his big body to the opposite side of the table and got his hands on
her breasts. He stared down at her like he could memorize her and capture this
moment in whatever material he had. Paint or clay or marble. It wouldn’t
matter. All that would matter was how gorgeous she was in this moment.
And her pussy was gorgeous too. Pink and wet and pouting.
Begging for his attention. She was so damn wet and ready for them. That taste
he’d gotten had been nothing more than an appetizer.
He leaned toward her, breathing and taking in the scent of
her arousal before he put his mouth on her.
Brooke’s whole body bowed, and she let out a shout as he
tongued her clitoris. He held her legs open for his feast while his brother
took her arms, and they made her vulnerable to them.
She tasted like heaven, her creamy essence coating his
tongue and filling all of his senses. He speared her with a long thrust of his
tongue while he placed his thumb on the jewel of her clit. She was giving him
all her secrets now. She couldn’t hold back when she was like this. She
couldn’t hide from him. He wouldn’t allow it.
He fucked her with his tongue until she screamed out his
name and then he couldn’t hold back a second longer. His cock had been aching
since the moment he’d seen her earlier today, and he couldn’t take more. He got
to his feet.
“Shane.” Bay was obviously the one who was thinking tonight
because he tossed a condom Shane’s way, then went back to kissing her forehead
and telling her how hot she was and how much he wanted to fuck her.
It was everything he wanted. Brooke accepting both him and
his brother. Opening herself up for both of them, wanting them.
He stroked his cock and moved between her legs, lining
himself up. “I want to do this every night. I want all your nights, Brooke.
Every night you’re in Bliss.”
She gasped as he thrust inside her. Pure sensation washed
over him, and he watched her body tighten. Bay was kneeling beside her, kissing
her cheek and whispering in her ear. Her hands came out and found the sides of
his chest, running her nails over his skin and making his breath hitch.
“Tell me how she feels,” Bay demanded in a guttural tone.
“She feels so fucking good.” He pulled his cock out almost
all the way and then pressed back in until he couldn’t go further. He gripped
her hips, holding her there. He fucked her hard, not holding back because if
there was one thing he’d learned it was that she could handle him. He took his
time, watching her, noting when her eyes flared and when her nails bit into his
skin in the sexiest way. He learned her sweet spots and found the perfect
rhythm.
He moved and bit back a groan when she tightened around him
and pulled him into the wave of her orgasm.
He poured himself into her, and a sense of peace suffused
his whole body.
He leaned over and kissed her. “More than a night, Brooke.
We need more than one night.”
“More than one night, but we should keep it quiet. I don’t
want to upset my brothers,” she whispered.
Shane wasn’t sure there was any way to keep it quiet, and
honestly, he didn’t want to think about the whys that backed up that request.
He didn’t want to be another dirty secret, but he wasn’t thinking about it
tonight. He had her concession, and he was going to take it.
Bay suddenly looked like an eager puppy. “My turn.”
Bay kissed her and Shane moved back, watching as she wrapped
herself around Bay without a single second’s hesitation.
It was going to be okay. They could make this work.
He stood back and watched. It was a good thing he enjoyed a
show.