Chapter 21 #2
He narrows his eyes. “No you’re not.” My face heats, and Brax chuckles, rubbing his jaw. “I’m a little jealous.”
Jax lifts up, catches my lips in a kiss before whispering, “Go take care of the big baby.”
“You’re not going to be jealous?”
“Stop asking silly questions,” he says, groaning as he slides out of me and a rush of fluid follows. “Damn, we made a mess.”
“Jax,” I say with a laugh, covering my face in embarrassment.
“Missed you too, Alley cat.” He bites my stomach, making me gasp, and then he crawls off the bed, strutting toward the bathroom, naked ass on full display.
“He has no shame,” Brax says with a chuckle.
I look at him sheepishly. “Sorry we woke you up.”
He props himself up with the pillows so he’s sitting. “I’m not.” He opens his arms. “Come here.”
“You’re not grossed out?”
“Why would I be?”
Because it’s slutty. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I stumble through trying to explain my worries without bringing up all my baggage with Theo. “I mean, I guess, your brother just—” I shrug and glance away.
“Look at me, Callie.”
Slowly, I turn my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze.
“Come. Here.”
Well, when he says it like that. I get to my hands and knees and crawl to him. He guides my back against his front. My ass settles against his length, and I bite back a moan, because I literally fucked Knox last night and I came twice but here I am already ready for another?
Brax’s hands fall on my thighs. “Did you like getting fucked by my brother?” Those callused palms move to the inside of my legs, parting them and inching up.
“Yes,” I confess.
“And you liked knowing I was watching, didn’t you, Callie?” he murmurs into my ear.
Maybe this does make me a slut, but I don’t care. I’ll be slut of the year if it means I get to come like that. “Yes.”
He cups my pussy with one hand and drags the other up my torso as he grinds the heel of his palm against my cunt. “And do you want more?” he asks, wrapping his fingers around my throat.
“I want you,” I say, voice husky and needy.
Two of his fingers push inside of me and his thumb finds my clit, smoothing lazy circles around the nerves.
“You have no fucking idea how much I’ve craved having you like this again.
” He rests his chin on my shoulder, and we both watch as he plays with me.
He adds a third digit and I arch, head falling back as I pant, hips moving to meet the thrusting of his fingers.
Brax kisses my throat. “Do you want me to fuck you like this?” he whispers in my ear. “Take you while you’re still leaking cum?”
There’s no denying the filthy truth when I’m drenching his hand. “Please.”
He hums and slips his fingers out of me, gripping the base of his cock. I scootch up a little, helping him find the right position, and exhale as he eases inside of me. “Fuuuuck,” he groans as he slides in.
I roll my hips back and forth, testing the stretch. Brax and Jax may be twins, but their dicks are distinctly different. Jax’s is girthy and long, Brax’s is the same but it’s thicker. And it’s exactly what I need. Cum coats Brax’s length, helping him move in and out of me.
Both of his hands cup my tits, and he captures my throat between his teeth, biting down hard enough to make me cry out. My walls flex around him, and he drives his hips up, forcing himself deeper inside of me as he pinches both of my nipples, tugging on them as we fall into a steady beat.
He swirls his tongue over the spot he bit then sucks on it, leaving more than one mark, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when he drifts one hand down my torso, fingers swirling over my clit.
“Brax,” I rasp.
“Callie,” he murmurs against my throat, trailing his mouth up until he captures my lips. I crane my neck, writhing in time with his thrusting, gasping as he traces tighter and tighter circles over those sensitive nerves. I clench around his length. “Fuck, baby.”
I moan in agreement as he works my clit faster and faster, pressing a little harder as his tongue steals a moan. He grinds into me, pushing harder against my clit. I buck into the touch. He growls and uses his hold to force me back down his length, putting me right back where he wants me.
The orgasm builds. Brax thrusts hard and fast, thumb moving quick. He breaks away, gasping for air, and then he bites down on my pulse point again. Pleasure slams into me. I scream his name, begging for more, for mercy, for everything and nothing all at once. Brax chooses everything.
He pumps his hips harder, relentlessly caresses those overloaded nerves, and explodes inside of me with a sound that would make lesser men hide in shame, but Brax owns the whimpering moan as his cock starts to throb and jerk.
“Please, please, please,” I beg. So close. So fucking close.
Brax listens, and the next thrust sends me over the edge as his mouth crashes into mine, swallowing my moans and whimpers as we come together.
His hot, warm cum sprays inside of me, and mine coats his length as our tongues tangle and taste.
Savoring the orgasm until the need for oxygen forces us apart.
I moan as he drives into me again. “Braxxx,” I whine.
“Mmm, love that.” He thrusts again even though his length is softening, as if he doesn’t want it to end. Neither do I.
Our breaths fall in sync, and slowly, we come down together, so much fluid coating our thighs.
“You marked me,” I mutter, not really upset.
“Couldn’t help myself.” He gently kisses the hickey he gave me. “This pretty skin was begging to be claimed.”
I can’t be bothered to worry about needing to cover it up when I’m working. Brax eases out of me with a groan, and I turn in his arms, straddling his lap and capturing his lips in a greedy kiss, moaning as his palms smooth over my ass.
The door to the en-suite opens. “Fuck, that ass is pretty,” Jax mutters.
Breaking the kiss, I gaze at Brax. “Thank you for the orgasm.”
His lips twitch. “You’re welcome, Alley cat.”
Jax is suddenly there, hand on my chin and turning it in his direction. “What about me?”
“Thank you,” I murmur.
He smirks and steals a kiss. “You’re welcome, beautiful,” he says as he pulls away. “Are you hungry? As much as I’m tempted to fuck you again, your mom’s after festival breakfast is about to start.”
My stomach grumbles in answer. The twins chuckle and Brax pats my ass. “Come on, Callie, let’s clean up and get some food. Knox probably already has the coffee ready.”
Knox. Oh my god. I forgot about him for a bit. “Do you think—”
“He won’t care,” the twins say at the same time.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” I counter, pouting my bottom lip.
Brax lifts an eyebrow. “You were worried that hooking up with us would make him mad.”
“And somewhere deep inside of there,” Jax taps my head, “you still don’t believe that we’re willing to share.”
I frown. “How did you know that?”
“Because we know you,” Brax says with a shrug. “But we meant what we said last night, Callie. The three of us have talked about it. We’re brothers. We’re used to sharing things, and we all want you.”
“So stop worrying.” Jax drops the towel around his hips. “And stop staring at my dick.”
I glance away. “I wasn’t!”
They laugh again, and the worry swirling in my chest eases. Brax guides me to the bathroom so we can shower, and as we step under the warm spray of water and he helps clean me up, I let my heart fill with hope.
Maybe this will work.