Braydon (35 page)

“You think that’s funny?” he asked, his face serious. She could see his eyes crinkle at the very edges. He was trying not to laugh, too.

That’s when he moved again, and this time, Jessie found herself on her stomach, the heat of Braydon’s body against her back. He once again slid home, this time pulling a tortured groan from her. In this position, it was so much more . . .

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned when he began thrusting into her ever so slowly, his hands gripping her hips. He pulled her, forcing her up onto her hands and knees as he knelt behind her.

When Braydon grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, she knew she was going to skyrocket into orbit, with or without him. His hand tightened; the pleasure-pain bolted through her scalp. What had started out loving and then morphed into serious was now intensely erotic.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded.

He didn’t give in to her demands though. He continued to slide into her, deeper and deeper each time, but he wasn’t giving her what she needed. She needed all of him. She needed him to let go of whatever it was that was holding him back.

They fell into a soothing rhythm, one that kept her hovering on the verge of orgasm for far longer than she thought possible. It wasn’t until she felt the heat of Braydon’s body as he came over her, his chest to her back, his arms beside hers, that she knew he was getting close.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, Jess.”

“Yes, please,” she pleaded again.

“Arch your back,” he instructed.

It took her a moment to realize what he wanted, but then she arched—or rather, bowed—her back, thrusting her ass up against him, forcing him even deeper than before. He growled against her ear. And when he pressed his lips to her neck, he began slamming into her, harder and harder, faster. Until she was out of breath, her body suspended on the edge of a release so powerful, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to survive. She couldn’t hold back, but she wasn’t ready to let go, either. She never wanted him to stop.

She was cocooned beneath him, sheltered by his warm body, embraced by his strong arms. For the first time in her life, she felt as though she actually belonged to someone. This wasn’t temporary, it wasn’t fleeting. This was what real love felt like, and it had nothing to do with the amazing feel of him as he repeatedly drove into her.

“Jess,” he breathed against her ear. “Come for me, baby. I can’t . . .”

“Harder,” she encouraged, and Braydon delivered. He pounded into her, his hips thrusting relentlessly, his cock driving deeper and deeper until her skin began to tingle from the maelstrom of sensation that was building inside of her.

“Yes,” she cried. “Oh, yes. Make me come, Braydon. Oh . . .”

Braydon’s mouth came down on her shoulder, his teeth nipping, a sharp sting igniting in her flesh, and that’s what did it. That possessive, almost animalistic gesture sent her soaring, her orgasm ripping through her, tearing her mind to shreds until nothing mattered but Braydon.

“Oh, God, Jess,” he whispered close by. “Fuck yes, come for me, baby.” An unintelligible litany of words spewed from him as he slammed into her again and again. When he locked his teeth onto her skin again, he growled and Jessie did what she thought impossible. She came even harder, her body clutching at him, pulling him deeper.

“Fuck yes!” Braydon exclaimed.

And if her second orgasm hadn’t surprised her, the darkness that overcame her certainly did.

THE GOOD NEWS
was that the sun wasn’t up when Jessie finally came to. Braydon was lying beside her, resting on his side, his head propped up on his hand as he smiled down at her. She truly could get used to waking up to him every morning. Or after every mind-blowing orgasm; either way worked for her.

“Hi,” she said, smiling up at him.

“Hi, sleepyhead.”

“How long was I asleep?” she asked, unable to see the clock, which was on the nightstand behind him.

“Oh, you know, three hours.”

Jessie laughed disbelievingly. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope.”

“And you just watched me sleep?”

“Noooo,” he said, nodding his head yes.

Jessie rolled against him, wrapping her arms around his big body and cuddling her head against his chest. He placed his hand on the back of her head and threaded his fingers through her hair, sending chills down her spine.

He smelled good.

“I’m sorry I passed out on you like that,” she mumbled.

“That good, huh?”

Jessie turned her head, trying to see his face. “Better than good,” she assured him.

“I know the feeling,” he said absently, looking away from her.

Rather than ply him with questions, the ones that would show just how desperate and needy she was, Jessie closed her eyes and held on to him. For now, this was all she needed.

She wasn’t sure how long that would last, but for now . . .

BRAYDON WOULDN’T HAVE
ever thought it possible, but a woman passing out after sex did wonders for his ego. And just like he’d told her, after he’d jumped in the shower and then cleaned Jessie with a warm washcloth and his head stopped swirling from the wonder of what it felt like to come inside of her without a condom, he had just lain beside her and watched her sleep.

The entire time, he had wondered whether they were going too fast. In his opinion, no, they weren’t. Hell, if he had his say in the matter, they’d be moving in together because he didn’t want to spend another night without Jessie by his side. But that would certainly have her freaking out and probably running out the door. Of her own house.

So, he had settled for watching her and imagining what it would be like to go to sleep with her in his arms every night and wake up beside her every morning.

Then that train of thought had led to another . . . Brendon.

And he finally got what was bothering his twin so much.

Braydon was moving forward. He was looking to the future. And yes, as far as he was concerned, Jessie was his future. She’d been his future since the day he met her, even if neither of them realized it at the time.

But the bigger issue was what that meant for him and Brendon.

If his mother was right, Brendon was scared that life was moving forward and there would come a time when they would be separated.

It didn’t bother Braydon as much as it did Brendon, but that was because Braydon didn’t see it as a separation. He didn’t want to be away from Brendon, but no, he couldn’t imagine living with his twin forever. Braydon wanted his own family . . . A wife, kids, his own house, pets. The whole nine yards. And yes, he wanted to be close to Brendon, just not
that
close.

He also wasn’t sure how he was supposed to bring up the subject with Brendon.

Jessie had been there at the hospital when Brendon broke down, and truthfully, his heart had damn near cracked in half to learn that he’d hurt his twin like that. Leaving and staying away for three months had been hard for him, but he hadn’t realized just how hard it had been for Brendon. Neither of them had taken the other’s feelings into consideration in recent months. They’d been too focused on their own issues.

And maybe that was the thing. Maybe they were slowly inserting that small amount of space between them that would allow them to live separate lives.

Again, it didn’t help Braydon figure out how they were supposed to proceed.

Jessie’s breaths became slow and deep once again, and he realized she’d fallen asleep. He resituated himself on the bed so that he could hold her close to him, and as he stared up at the ceiling wishing for sleep, wishing for something to calm his mind, Braydon decided that it was time he did have a conversation with Brendon.

What other choice did he have?

THE FOLLOWING MORNING,
Braydon woke just as the sun was peeking through the blinds. He immediately realized where he was and he smiled. Jessie’s bedroom.

But unlike the last time he woke up in her bed, this time she wasn’t awake before him. In fact, she was sprawled across the bed on her stomach, her hair fanning out across her pillow, her head turned away from him.

The blanket had slid down her body, revealing the scrumptious curve of her ass and the long, slender line of her back. He wanted to run his tongue along her spine . . .

What was stopping him?

Doing his best not to wake her, Braydon moved, propping himself up so that he could press his lips to the base of her neck. He trailed his tongue down between her shoulder blades, then lower. He didn’t let up and when Jessie shivered, he knew she was awake. To her credit, she didn’t move, which he took to mean she wanted him to continue.

As he trailed kisses over her back, that possessive instinct took root inside of him once again. The desire to possess her, to claim her body as well as her heart, was overpowering at best.

Braydon pushed the comforter off her, allowing it to fall to the floor before he knelt between her legs, forcing them apart so that he had room. He admired her smooth golden skin as he licked his way up and down her back, stopping briefly to kiss her neck and then again to nip at the sweet curves of her ass after he had moved back down her body.

It didn’t take long for his dick to get on board, and the next time he moved up her body, he slid between her spread thighs, allowing his cock to rest between the rounded globes of her ass. That elicited a moan from Jessie.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered back. “Tease me, Braydon.”

“Tease you how?” Kissing her neck, he pressed his hips forward, his shaft grinding between her ass cheeks.

“There,” she moaned, her hips raising ever so slightly as she increased the friction by shifting her ass.

It was his turn to groan.

Realizing just what she was getting at, Braydon leaned over to the side of the bed, opened the drawer to the nightstand, and peeked inside. He grabbed a condom and a small bottle of lubricant he’d seen there the last time he’d explored the drawer looking for a condom.

Setting both items on the side of the bed, Braydon returned to his exploration of her body with his tongue. He kissed and licked and nipped his way over her back, and when he reached her ass this time, he kneaded her butt cheeks with his hands before separating them gently.

His dick twitched at the thought of what she was requesting.

Jessie had previously admitted to them that she enjoyed anal sex. He hadn’t believed her initially because he had thought she was just reassuring them that she enjoyed double penetration. Clearly she hadn’t been just talking for the sake of talking.

Unable to hold back, Braydon flattened himself on the bed and slid his tongue from the dimpled small of her back downward, sliding along the crease of her ass until he was rimming her asshole.

“Oh, God, Braydon,” Jessie cried out, bucking her hips back. “That feels so good.”

Braydon continued to tongue-fuck her asshole, watching her writhe and moan on the bed as he readied her. Without losing his momentum, he reached for the lube and flipped open the cap. Pulling his head back, he squirted a generous amount directly onto her asshole and then used his fingers to spread it. He slipped one finger inside of her, fucking her slowly, gently, before adding another.