Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
Mr. Brandon Lane
Fuck. She was perfection. Sweet. Kind. Funny. Sassy. Sexy as fuck. Brayden had noticed immediately, though, how he’d managed to be able to tell so quickly through a security monitor, I’ll never know. I was just grateful as fuck that he’d seen her.
We’d waited for so long for someone like her.
For our whole lives, we’d known we’d need the same woman.
We shared everything as children. The same crib.
The same room. We even shared the same girlfriend once in high school, though that had ended in disaster when she’d tried to play us against each other.
We thought we loved her even though we were young at the time and didn’t really know what love was.
Sherry had been beautiful. She was from another wealthy, influential family.
What we hadn’t known at the time was that she was embarrassed by our arrangement and had no intention of ever carrying on with it.
Her plan had been to tear us apart by any means necessary.
She thought that whispering in each other’s ears about the other would be the way to do it.
Little did she know, there were no secrets between us.
Ever. Sherry thought I was the nice one.
Just because I was the one who dolled out the praise and kisses while Brayden got off on saying the dirtiest shit didn’t mean that I wasn’t an asshole.
She would have been better off choosing Brayden.
Maybe then she wouldn’t have been left utterly humiliated and broken in front of the entire student body when I’d called her out for her bullshit on stage when she’d thought she was being crowned prom queen.
Instead, she’d been dumped and branded a gold-digging traitor.
Since that day, Brayden and I had been jaded and wary.
Any woman we thought we’d been interested in, the other found fault in until we’d given up.
Until her. Emily Fontaine. The perfect woman who loved both sides of us.
I saw how my praise made her blush and shift in her chair, while at the same time, my brother’s degradation made her wet.
Two sides of the same coin made for one beautiful girl.
There was no way we were going to let her slip through our fingers.
We were ruthless men, ones who’d built our company from the ground up, becoming even more powerful and wealthy than our father and grandfather before us.
We knew what we wanted and went after it with an intensity that made us a fortune and a name to be reckoned with.
Emily Fontaine was ours already. By the end of the day, she would know that too.
I stroked my cock again with one hand as I stroked a hand over Emily’s beautiful, wild curls. “Sweetheart, you’re so beautiful and sexy. Don’t you see what you do to us?”
I could tell immediately that she was embarrassed by what her body was doing. As innocent as she was, she had no idea that being so fucking wet because of us was the biggest fucking turn on I’d ever experienced.
I took her hand and gently unclenched her fist until the fingers were uncurled.
Then I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her fingertips, inhaling her sweet pussy scent and groaning as my cock gave a jerk in appreciation.
“See how fucking hard I am for you?” I led her hand to my cock and wrapped the fingers around my girth, giving it a slight squeeze of encouragement as her fingers spasmed before tightening fractionally.
I groaned as she gave an experimental stroke. “That’s a good girl.” Reluctantly, I pulled her hand away and led it back to her pussy, knowing Brayden had given her an order, and he liked being obeyed. “Now, keep being my good girl, and do what my brother told you to do, okay?”
She gave a small, jerky nod of her head, but I waited with my hand on hers until she turned back to face me again, like she had been before.
As she eyed my dripping cock I patted her fingers resting over her soaking wet pussy lips.
“And, sweetheart?” When she tore her eyes away from my cock and brought them up to meet mine with an innocent blink, I smiled down at her.
“All these juices?” I scooted my fingers under hers and gave a short swirl of my fingers through the sticky wetness and swallowed back the saliva that pooled in my mouth at the desire to lick all that sweet juice clean.
“This is a compliment and nothing to be ashamed of. Understand?”
She nodded again, and I pulled my hand away. “Good girl.”