Holidays With the Walker Brothers (11 page)

Fucking
liar.

He
watched as Kennedy leaned over and whispered something to the woman across from
her. He divided his attention between admiring her and watching the two women
who were now practically crawling on Greyson.

He
wondered just how long Kennedy would put up with his shit. There was something
between them, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She felt it the same way he did.
Only she was better at denying her attraction than he was.

Sawyer
wouldn’t deny that he liked her hard-to-get act. Probably the only reason he
was still chasing after her. When she met his eyes, he grinned. She frowned as
she stood from her seat and his stomach clenched painfully.

Shit.
She was moving.
Damn it all to hell.

He
held his breath.

The
seconds ticked by in tune with his rapidly beating heart as he waited to see
what she was going to do next.

What
would he do if she actually confronted him?

Damn
it.

Apparently,
he wouldn’t discover the answer to that question tonight because the little
hellcat had traded places with another woman at the table.

♂♀♂

Braydon

“What
time is Jessie gonna be here?” Braydon asked, trying to sound as carefree as
possible.

They
had left Moonshiners a little before midnight, but Jessie had wanted to stay
behind and talk to V and Zoey, so she had said she’d come over when she was
finished. They had only been home for a few minutes, but he was already anxious
to see her again.

“What
the fuck do you care?” Brendon retorted.

Epic
fail at sounding casual. Apparently.

Ok,
well, that’s not what Braydon expected, but exactly the sort of response he
deserved. After all, it had sounded like he was looking forward to seeing
Jessie again. Which he was.

Knowing
he would just make things worse, he didn’t say anything, just remained seated
on the black leather chair that sat off on the side of the room facing the flat
screen television mounted to the wall above the fireplace. He didn’t even
bother to turn his head to look at his twin.

He
knew this was eventually going to happen. Due to his inability to hide his
interest in Jessie, Brendon had now figured him out. The repercussions of his
own actions were likely going to be monumental, but at the moment, Braydon was
at a loss about how to change the outcome.

The
images on the television continued to move, but Braydon couldn’t have
identified what was on if he was asked. For the last five minutes, he’d done
little more than stare at the screen and think about Jessie. He was horny as
fucking hell and impatiently hoping she would show up soon. It would be his
only opportunity to get laid because, at this point, Brendon seemed to have
renewed his focus on winning Jessie permanently.

Ever
since they had walked out of Moonshiners, Braydon was under the impression that
Brendon was trying to tell him something. Based on their sparse conversation on
the way home, he got the impression Brendon was renewing his efforts to win
Jessie over, rather than letting things unravel between them the way they had
been. Braydon wasn’t necessarily sure how he felt about that.

A
gentle knock on the door had Braydon gritting his teeth and forcing his head to
remain forward, his eyes focused on the unknown images on the screen.

His
brother shifted, got up, and then proceeded to head to the entry way to let
their visitor in. When he returned, Jessie was by his side, and Braydon simply
nodded his head when she greeted him.

If
he thought he could be more shocked by his brother, he obviously had no idea
what was about to come next.

It
was difficult to sit there without glancing over at Jessie, especially when he
could smell that sexy, spicy scent of her perfume and hear her breathing. And
he probably lasted at least five minutes, but maybe it was more like three.
Hell, he didn’t know. It wasn’t until he heard Jessie’s labored inhale that had
his head jerking toward them.

There,
on the couch just a few feet away, Brendon’s tongue was thrusting down Jessie’s
throat his hands groping her breasts through her clothes. And Jessie seemed
completely onboard with the idea.

Braydon
wasn’t. He fucking wasn’t onboard with anything, not if he was going to be
forced to watch and not participate.

Trying
to return his attention to the television, Braydon managed to get his neck to
turn his head in the right direction, but it didn’t take long before the
imaginary spring had shot his gaze back across the room.

“I
want you naked, Jessie,” Brendon whispered, his voice still loud enough to
carry across the room.

To
Braydon’s surprise, she didn’t say anything.

“I
want you naked, right here. Right now. Just for me. Can you do that for me?”

Braydon
watched her. He never let his gaze falter as he waited on pins and needles for
her to acknowledge him in some way. He wanted to see if she would understand
the significance of this moment. If Brendon pursued her without inviting
Braydon into the mix, then this would’ve been a first for them. And, it would
also draw a line in the sand that Braydon would not be able to cross. No matter
how he felt about her.

Until
here, tonight, Braydon wasn’t sure he’d ever been so scared of losing
something. Especially something he never actually had in the first place.

♂♀♂

Brendon

If
he said he wasn’t scared about what he was about to do, Brendon would be lying.

After
witnessing their interaction tonight at Moonshiners, he’d spent more than
enough time thinking about what was going on between Braydon and Jessie. Even
if the two of them weren’t willing to openly admit that they had feelings for
one another, it was obvious to him how they felt. And he knew that if he had
any hopes of salvaging what might be his only chance at a healthy relationship
in his future, he had to make a decision.

Healthy
was a relative term, considering.

He
hated that he was being such an asshole, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
Brendon had to do something, and this was that moment when he just had to close
his eyes and jump into the deep end and pray that he’d be able to swim. Didn’t
matter that the only thing between him and water were rocky cliffs that looked
like they’d rip him apart and leave him clinging to a lonely life either. He’d
come to a point where he had to make a choice. Even if it was going to change
his life forever.

“Naked,
baby,” he repeated. “I want you naked, Jessie.” Infusing his tone with
authority, he kept his eyes trained on her, never once looking over at his
brother.

Holding
his breath, he waited to see what she would say. He was hovering just above
her, his knee pressed between her thighs, the heat of her sex scalding him
through his jeans. She was breathless from his kiss, but he could see the
hesitancy in her eyes.

He
wanted her naked, wanted to be sheathed inside of her body. And damn it all to
hell, he wanted to teach Braydon a lesson. He wanted his twin to know that she
belonged to him. Right or wrong, Brendon had to get his thoughts back on track,
and the first step in doing so was to lay out the new rules.

When
Jessie’s uncertain gaze met his, Brendon kept his expression masked, waiting to
see what she would do or say. Without her saying a word, he knew exactly what
she was thinking. Probably the same thing Braydon was.

“What
about Braydon?” she asked, causing him to bite the inside of his cheek to keep
his temper in check.

“What
about him? This is you and me.” The words sounded strange coming from his
mouth.

His
twin’s confusion was pouring off of him, the shockwaves vibrating out through
the room, felt by all three of them.

Yes,
this time was different, but rather than do what was right, which would be to
take Jessie to his bedroom and lock Braydon out, he was here to prove a point.

♂♀♂

Jessie

Why
did she feel like she was at a crossroads and the next decision she made would
alter everything she’d known up to this point?

As
she lay beneath Brendon’s thickly muscled body, inhaling the fresh clean scent
of him, Jessie’s heart was pounding like a bass drum on steroids. In fact, she
found herself in pain from it.

From
the moment she stepped foot in the front door of Braydon’s and Brendon’s house,
she knew something was off. Actually, the truth was, she’d known it ever since
Braydon and Brendon left Moonshiners a little while ago.

And
as though to prove the point, Brendon had kissed her within an inch of her life
only seconds after she walked into the room. That usually didn’t happen between
them.

For
months, they had developed a friendship, one that might be complemented by
fantastic sex, but it was a friendship nonetheless. And as though they were a
package deal, Jessie had entered into this strange interaction understanding
the unconventional aspect of it. After all, Brendon had laid out the rules at
the very beginning. They were a package deal.

Had
that been strange initially? Damn straight. But somewhere along the way, things
began to feel somewhat normal, all things considered. Both of them treated her
with respect and she knew without having to ask that they cared about her.

So
why the change all of a sudden? Why was Brendon about to insert a fault line
down the middle of what had been an unquestionably stable relationship?

Jessie
tried to control her breathing as she stared up at Brendon. Did she do this?
Did she finally get to have her normal? The true definition. One man who would
treat her with respect? One relationship that might very well have promise?
This was what she was familiar with and even if having been with both of them
at the same time was beyond her wildest dreams when it came to sexual
gratification, Jessie couldn’t deny the fact that normal was what she craved.

It
was a tremendous feat not to look over at Braydon, but she could feel the heat
of his gaze on her. He was watching, waiting to see what she was going to do.
And one wrong move would upset the balance of what they’d previously
established.

Was
Brendon the one she wanted? Or was Braydon? Those were questions she hadn’t
been able to answer up to this point.

Could
she get what she needed from Braydon? He was by far the twin who needed the
most from her. Based on their previous conversations, Jessie knew that he was
looking for a permanent relationship. Someone to love him for him.

While,
in the same sense, she felt as though Brendon wasn’t looking for something
longstanding, even though his actions tonight contradicted that assumption.
Based on her history with relationships and the fact that she had recently
gotten out of an exceptionally miserable one, Jessie was inclined to go the
route of Brendon’s way of thinking.

Permanent
was scary. Feelings were too. And Jessie was scared to death already that she
was falling for Braydon.

Taking
a deep breath, she searched Brendon’s gaze, needing to make sure she understood
where he was going with this. If she opted to go this route, she was going to
devastate Braydon, and that thought alone broke her heart into a million tiny
pieces.

So
the question was… Was she going to do it?

♂♀♂

Braydon

Why
the fuck was he having a hard time with this?

Braydon
could barely swallow past the lump that had formed in his throat and nothing
had actually happened yet. But he knew it was about to.

Pushing
up, he sat on the edge of the chair, watching Jessie and Brendon, his heart
pounding like he’d just run a marathon. For some strange reason, he felt like
he’d been punched in the solar plexus, his breath stolen from him.

When
Jessie reached for the hem of her shirt, he knew he was done for. She was
signing up for a one-on-one with Brendon which would forever change things
between them all. Rather than sitting by and watching her shatter his heart
into a million pieces, Braydon knew he had to move forward. He needed to get
out of here.

“Where’re
you going?” Brendon called out as Braydon passed him by.

Glaring
at his twin, he didn’t even offer an explanation. This was what his brother
wanted, and Braydon damn sure didn’t have to sit by and wait for Brendon’s
point to be made. He was feeling it already.

Retrieving
his boots from his room, Braydon slowly pulled them on, forcing everything from
his mind, including the two people in the other room.

Why
the hell did Brendon insist on punishing him? It wasn’t like he planned this.
He never would’ve purposely chosen to fall for a woman that Brendon was with.
He knew the rules of the game, knew what was expected of him.

Once
he was presentable, he sucked in a deep breath and forged ahead. Making his way
across the living room, he didn’t look at them, but he heard them. The sound of
their breathing was louder than even his own thoughts racing through his head.

Grabbing
his jacket from the back of the chair, Braydon knew he was making the right
decision. He had to leave, had to walk away and let Brendon make his point.
This was nothing more than he deserved.

Just
as his hand touched the knob on the front door, Jessie’s voice rang out behind
him, stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t
go, Braydon.”

He
glanced over his shoulder to see her standing in the middle of their living
room, her hair disheveled and her lips swollen from kissing his twin. She
looked magnificent. Then again, she always did. Even when she was sandwiched
between them, Braydon had never felt jealousy when it came to her being with
Brendon. He just hadn’t been able to stop himself from falling in love with
her.

“I
have to,” he said quietly, turning back to face the door.

“Let
him go,” Brendon agreed, his voice strained with fury.

“I
don’t want him to go,” Jessie argued.

“What
do you prefer him to do, Jessie?” Brendon questioned, his anger prevalent in
his tone.

“Did
you forget what you told me when this all started?” she asked, the frustration
in her tone surprising him.

Braydon
turned around to watch the two of them as they stood face to face in the center
of the living room.

“Which
part?” Brendon questioned.

“The
part where this wouldn’t happen without him,” she said evenly. “Do you remember
that conversation? The one where you freaked me out by telling me that if I
wanted to be with you, your twin brother was going to join us.”

Brendon
had the decency to remain quiet, but Braydon waited on pins and needles to see
where she was going with this.

“Well,
if you’re changing the rules, I’m not sure I want to play anymore.”

“What
the fuck do you think this is, Jessie? A goddamn game?”

“Isn’t
it?” Jessie’s wrath mirrored Brendon’s.

“No,
it’s not a fucking game. Not to me.”

“No?
Then what the fuck are you doing right now? You’re pushing your brother away
because of me, are you not?”

Brendon’s
eyes widened. “That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Liar.”
The one word was said on a breath, but Jessie didn’t turn away from Brendon.
“You introduced me to life as I know it right now and it’s not your place to
change the rules to suit your needs.” Jessie glanced back at him and Braydon
met her gaze head on. When she turned back to Brendon, the ache in his chest
returned. It was as though she had the ability to heal all of his pain for the
brief moment when she looked at him.

“I
don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, but I won’t be caught in the
middle of it,” Jessie explained, all of the anger in her tone disappearing. “I
like what we have, even as unconventional as it is. I’m not looking for a
happily ever after, Brendon. Not with you, and not with him.”

Braydon’s
chest burned as he held his breath. He did not like where this was going.

“I
came over to see both of you tonight. Give me tonight, Brendon. Give me this.
Don’t take away the one thing I’ve managed to find solace in.”

Braydon
watched, listened. The words she was saying were foreign to him. Up to this
point, they’d gotten to know her bit by bit, but Jessie had always held a part
of herself back. A part that he knew was essential to the way she was acting.

“Are
you telling me that you won’t be with me alone?” Brendon asked, his eyes
darting across the room to meet Braydon’s briefly before returning to Jessie.

“That’s
what I’m telling you.” Jessie didn’t say anymore, but the two of them stared at
one another.

Braydon
waited for all hell to break lose. In all the time that he and Brendon had been
sharing women, it had never come down to this. Neither of them had gotten
attached to any one woman. Which was the point of them not going headlong into
relationships solo. They depended on one another. For whatever reason, it was
an unspoken pact they’d made when they were just fourteen years old. And all
these years later, they had never questioned it.

Jessie
turned toward him, her back to Brendon. Braydon watched her, waiting for her to
say something. He expected her to walk out on them, to move on without either
of them.

“Come
here,” she said, her voice smooth and even, her eyes softer than they had been
minutes ago.

Without
permission, his feet took him closer to her until she was practically
sandwiched between her and Brendon once again.

“I
want both of you,” she told him. The words sounded simple, but Braydon
understood their meaning clearly. She didn’t want just him, and she didn’t want
just Brendon. “I’m not looking for a relationship, I need you to understand
that.”

Braydon
nodded, not willing to say anything because he didn’t trust his voice. Despite
her words, he saw something in her beautiful blue eyes. There was something
deeper there, but he could tell she wasn’t giving in to it.

But
she would give in to this.

Meeting
Brendon’s eyes, Braydon waited for his twin to confirm that they weren’t going
to let this fall apart. At least not yet. Brendon didn’t say a word, but
Braydon could hear him loud and clear. This was a truce. Even if it was
temporary.

They
were going to let Jessie be the glue to keep this together for however long it
might last.

♂♀♂

Brendon

If
his pride wasn’t in the way, Brendon might’ve apologized to both Braydon and
Jessie. Unfortunately, his jealousy got the best of him, and he’d acted like a
complete ass. But now, as though given a second chance, Jessie had just fixed
the situation with words.

And
now she was moving on to actions.

Brendon
pressed up against her back, closing his eyes as he inhaled the familiar
fragrance of her perfume, mixed with the fresh clean smell of her hair. It
didn’t seem to matter what sort of chaos was assaulting his brain, when he was
close to Jessie, a soothing feeling came over him. She settled him. Like a safe
harbor that would keep him grounded to the here and now.

Was
that because she wasn’t looking for anything permanent? Maybe.

Sharing
her, or any woman for that matter, with Braydon had always felt natural to
Brendon. It was as though one-on-one relationships weren’t in his makeup. He
didn’t want to think about the future. Didn’t want to have to figure out how he
was going to take care of someone when he felt as though he could barely take
care of himself.

But
the bottom line was, he didn’t want to move on to a life without Braydon in it.
Picturing life without his twin in it every single day scared the shit out of
him. The thought sounded strange even to him, but it was as though they were
born two people, but they were still one. And he had never even considered
whether Braydon felt the same way or not. It just was.

When
Braydon pressed against Jessie’s front, his hands coming to rest on her hips,
Brendon embraced the comfort that came with knowing this was simple. He didn’t
have to make it any harder than it should be.

Braydon
was his twin and truthfully, he had no claim on Jessie, so he had no right to
be jealous. Wanting to claim her as his own was asinine because no matter what,
he wasn’t in love with her. Again, she was the security that he needed.

Especially
when other feelings returned. Ones that he knew weren’t worth the time or
effort because based on what he needed, having a real relationship with a woman
wasn’t in his cards. So any thought of it possibly happening for him, no matter
who the woman was, were better left alone. What had happened with Cheyenne
would never happen again, and it was time for Brendon to move on.

Jessie
allowed him to do that. She offered them the opportunity for a stable
relationship without the worry of her wanting a happily ever after.

Using
one hand, he pushed her long hair over one shoulder, his other hand moving to
gently clasp her throat as he pulled her head back toward him. She was tall,
which gave him freedoms he hadn’t had with some women. He could tilt his head
down and press his lips to the back of her neck without having to bend over to
reach her.

“God
you taste good,” he whispered as he ran his tongue over the back of her neck.
“Are you ready to get naked for us, Jessie?”

And
just like nothing had happened, the three of them moved in tandem, clothes
being discarded, emotions being left behind. The only thing that mattered was
Jessie’s pleasure, and the lengthy sighs that were coming from her told Brendon
that they were doing something right.

Somehow
he managed to walk them back toward the couch without paying attention to
anything other than palming her bare breasts and sucking lightly at the
sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.

“I
need to be inside you,” Brendon told her.

“Yes,
now,” she pleaded as she pulled her lips from Braydon’s.

It
was as though they’d worn themselves out with the encounter earlier, and now
the only option was to get on with it, to lose themselves in the pleasure like
it would help to eradicate the turmoil that would still be lingering
underneath. At least for now, they could pretend to forget.

“Turn
around,” Brendon instructed as he took one step back, pushing his jeans down
and off with hurried movements. Once he was completely naked, he sheathed
himself with a condom. When she turned to face him, he fell onto the couch,
pulling her down onto his lap. “Ride my cock, Jessie.”

He
was taken by surprise when she promptly did as he instructed, taking his cock
in her hand and guiding him right to her slick, wet pussy before lowering down
onto him slowly. After he was immersed inside of her, Jessie’s movements were
no longer gentle, her eagerness apparent in the way she took him hard and deep.

Brendon
gripped her hips, focusing on the overwhelming grip of her tight pussy, the way
her muscles gripped his cock like a smooth, velvet vice. Before he allowed
himself to get too lost in her, the only anchor keeping him in the here and now
was the rustle of a foil packet as Braydon prepared himself. Despite the fact
that he couldn’t look Braydon in the eyes after the stunt he had pulled, he was
grateful that his brother could forgive him. At least he hoped he did.

As
Brendon took his own pleasure from Jessie, his hands on her hips as she lifted
and lowered on his cock, her tongue dueling with his, he waited for Braydon to
join them.

The
sound of a cap being opened and then closed had Jessie shifting her position.
She knew what they needed right now. They both needed her. At the same time.

“Lean
forward,” Braydon instructed.

Brendon
managed to shift slightly, allowing Jessie to lay on top of him, giving Braydon
enough space to move in behind her. For a brief second, Jessie stilled as
Braydon got in position.

“Yes,
Braydon,” she moaned. “I want to feel you inside me.”

As
Braydon slid inside of Jessie’s ass, both of them filling her completely,
Brendon had to bite his lip. She was so fucking tight, almost too tight. And
the pressure was intense.