Under My Skin (Skin Deep) (16 page)

I worked
Brandon over frantically, losing control quickly as my hips bucked against Jackson’s mouth. I felt him begin to swell and I whimpered again, wanting the taste of him on my tongue; but he had other ideas. I growled as he sat forward and pushed me away, his other hand automatically moving to stave off his release. My growl turned into a sound of disbelief as Jackson deftly maneuvered himself out from between my thighs.

He knelt on the bed and reached for me, spinning me until I was facing him, still kneeling on the bed. He wrapped his fingers in the silky strands of my hair and guided my head down, pressing his rock hard length against my lips, seeking entrance into the hot cavern of my mouth. My jaw yielded and opened wide, allowing him to slide the silky length of himself fully inside, the head of him nudging the back of my throat. I fought my automatic reaction and swallowed, loving the low, raw sound he made.

He held me there for a second, his hand tightening in my hair reflexively before he gently tugged, pulling me back. He sprang free of my lips and I captured him again, sucking lightly on the head of him while my tongue massaged the underside.

I felt Brandon’s hand begin to massage the globes of my ass and I jerked away from Jackson on a cry when his hand rose and fell, delivering a sharp, stinging slap to the tender flesh.
Jackson leaned forward and captured my lips in a bruising kiss as Brandon meted out carefully placed smacks, setting every inch of my ass on fire in a beautiful, mind-blowing way.

I hummed out a sigh as I sucked on
Jackson’s tongue, kissing him back with everything I had, biting his full lower lip until he gasped, growled, and returned the favor. Behind me, Brandon massaged my reddened skin, soothing away the sting.

“Oh,
GOD
!” I screamed suddenly as fingers plunged into my soaked folds from behind, sliding deep and sending me flying into an orgasm that I hadn’t even realized was so close. My body clenched around Brandon’s fingers as I rode them, shuddering and screaming into Jackson’s chest until I was spent, but they weren’t done with me.

Brandon
slowly slid his fingers out of me, gathering my wetness and spreading it up and over my puckered, secret entrance. “I’m going to fuck you here now, baby. You want it?” he asked me darkly.

“
Yes
,” I gasped out, pressing back against his seeking finger, breathing through the small pinch as he breached me and began preparing me to take him. Once he decided I was ready, he pulled me back against his chest, spreading my legs over his thighs and pressing slowly into me from behind.

“Breathe, baby…yes, that’s it. That’s my girl…fuck yeah!” he growled as he pumped in and out sharply, seating himself even deeper with every thrust until he was buried to the hilt.

I shifted and moaned at the fullness of him, arching my hips and allowing him to slide just that much deeper as he reclined back against the headboard again, leaving me laid out on top of him, his chest pressed to my back. He moved his legs, sliding them apart with mine hooked over them, leaving my thighs spread wide open. My breath began coming faster in anticipation as Jackson moved into place, kneeling on the bed between my thighs. Reclined back against Brandon’s chest like this was hedonistic; I could see the silky smooth expanse of my naked, sweat sheened body…my breasts, hard-tipped and heavy, swaying with every panting breath...the flat expanse of my tummy,..the curve of my hips…the glistening pink folds nestled between my thighs…and the shadow of Brandon underneath me, buried so deep inside that forbidden place.

And I could see
Jackson. I could see the swollen, heated length of him standing at perfect attention, the tip gleaming with drops of restrained passion. I could see him wrap his hand around that gorgeous hardness, his other hand sliding down to cup the heavy sac hanging just below.

Brandon
grunted underneath me as my body clenched on his unwittingly, his hands coming up to palm my breasts as he gasped out, “
Holy fuck
…Jackson, quit playing around and let’s fuck our girl. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out with her squeezing me like this.”

Jackson
chuckled and grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming. His hand moved again and my eyes followed, captivated as he stroked himself again. He slid his thumb over the moisture pooling in the slit at the tip of him, collecting it. I hissed out a wild ‘
yessss
’ as he brought his hand up toward my mouth, capturing his hand in mine and sucking his thumb into my mouth, groaning as the salty-sweet taste of him hit my tongue.

“Like that, huh?” he murmured, pulling his hand free of my grip and using it to stroke himself again. He shifted closer and slid the head of himself through my wetness, rubbing it over my clit before slapping it against that hardened nub, sending white-hot pleasure shooting through my body.

I shivered and clenched again, causing Brandon to swear underneath me again, and Jackson finally relented, working himself inside me until both of them were there, stretching me so fully, filling me so deeply that I didn’t know where I ended and they began. Finally they began to move in a carnal dance, gliding smoothly in and out of me in counterpoint, driving me wild. With pleasure washing over every inch of my body I arched, my arms moving up and over my head to grab blindly at the headboard, needing something to ground me just a little.

Their thrusts became quicker, harder, until both of them were pounding into me relentlessly, swelling even more inside me, causing the dam to break and I came, screaming and sobbing their names, my body jerking with uncontrollable spasms. My orgasm seemed to go on and on, fed gluttonously by the thick sounds of flesh slapping flesh, the wild, almost animalistic thrusts of them into my quivering body…and then I was turned inside out as they both growled and shouted as they came, flooding my body with scalding heat and sending me headlong int
o another mind-numbing release.

Chapter 17

A pounding broke into my orgasm-induced stupor and I pushed weakly against Jackson’s chest, which was still heaving against mine. Brandon was panting at my back and the movement of their breathing, combined with my still ragged breaths, was causing little jostling movements in my nether regions where both of them still resided. And I was so sensitive at the moment, I think I would literally die if I came again.

“Get.
Off
,” I wheezed tiredly, giving one more small attempt to dislodge Jackson. He disengaged slowly, causing me to clench around him, which caused all three of us to twitch and moan again. The pounding started again and Jackson rolled to his back, collecting himself for a second before he rolled off the bed and grabbed his pants off the floor, pulling them on clumsily as Brandon and I separated, going through the whole clenchy, jerky, moany thing again.

I reached down and flipped the comforter over us as
Jackson opened the door a crack and peered out. He stepped back in surprise as Leah shoved through the door, looking like a crazed, cranky cavewoman. A dazed Chloe followed behind her, looking like she wasn’t altogether with it.

“LEAH!” I yelled, clutching the blanket to my chest and sitting up.
Brandon scrambled frantically beside me and I realized too late that I’d pulled the cover off of him.

“ALLIE!”
Brandon yelled, yanking the blanket back over him to cover the most important bits which, in turn, pulled it away from where it was clutched over my breasts.

“JESUS,
BRANDON!” I yelled, finally covering my chest with my hands and diving down for a free corner of the blanket.

Jackson
was laughing hysterically over by the door by this point while Chloe blinked in confusion, mumbling under her breath about crazy people, and Leah was glaring at us evilly.

I blew out a breath and asked Leah in exasperation, “What the hell are you doing? What do you want?”

“Well, for starters,” she began, her tone scathing, “I wanted to make sure you weren’t killing each other with all the screaming going on in here. Other than that, it was basically to ask you if you would quiet it down because you are being loud enough to wake the dead-or at least the severely hung-over/feels-like-we’re dead. ‘Kay?” She smiled sweetly (completely sarcastically, trust me), turned on her heel and started marching out, grabbing Chloe’s arm and dragging her along.

I laughed as I heard her grumble, ‘
And I thought my sisters were loud. That’s it, I’m not sleeping over anywhere anymore without ear plugs.
’

Jackson
closed the door behind them and he, Brandon, and I all busted out laughing at the absurdity of the situation before Jackson crawled back in bed and I snuggled down between my guys, kissed them each sweetly, closed my eyes, and let sleep take me under.

I woke up the next morning in a rather good mood (go figure), so I got up and made breakfast for everyone. We had initially talked about doing a morning after the wedding brunch at Ben and Jan’s, but decided that we’d all probably be too hung over to do it. So my guys, Leah, and Chloe got chocolate chip pancakes, sausage, and bacon. Simple but not too shabby, if I do say so myself…

I had just finished sliding the last of the pancakes onto a plate and sat it in the middle of the table when I felt muscular arms slide around my waist from behind, pulling me back against a hard chest…among other things. I sighed and burrowed into the embrace, wriggling against the hardness poking me in the small of my back.

A deep groan emanated from above my head and teeth nipped gently at the side of my neck before
Jackson turned me in his arms and leaned in to take my lips in a searing kiss. When our lips parted, I smiled and patted his chest, completely feeling content. It was a sort of new feeling…I mean, yeah, I was pretty content with my life before, don’t get me wrong. But there was something totally satisfying when you go to bed wrapped up in delicious male, and wake up the same way each morning. Not to mention the decadent lovin’ I get…mmmm.

I pulled out of his arms and walked into the outstretched arms of a very sleepy
Brandon, smiling when he bent almost in half to burrow into my arms rather than wrap me in his. I kissed the side of his head and rubbed his back, giggling when he rasped his stubble over my sensitive skin.

He moved enough to kiss me briefly before turning and stumbling out of the kitchen toward the bathroom. I heard him grunt as he passed Leah and Chloe, who were walking like zombies out of Chloe’s room.

Grinning hugely, I called out as chipper as I could, “Well, good morning ladies! Did you sleep well?”

The evil looks I got from both of them made
Jackson crack up, earning him twin looks that promised swift retribution if they could get to him quick enough. I wasn’t holding my breath on that one.

Brandon
made his way back into the kitchen and we all sat down to eat. Once they got some food into them, Chloe and Leah started to perk up a little. Well, that and the Tylenol I handed them with their OJ. We ate pretty much in silence, everyone too intent on stuffing their face or lost in thought. The silence was broken only by Leah asking if I would take her to Jenna’s house to pick up her car where she left it before the wedding.

Once everyone was done eating and the guys were ensconced on the couch flipping channels, trying to find some kind of organized sport to watch, Chloe, Leah, and I piled into my car to head over to Jenna’s.

We walked into Jenna’s house and I was surprised by the fact that it wasn’t a chaotic mess like it usually is.  And I say that because in addition to the craziness of her two kids and her poor female cat that Hayden named Tom, she had agreed to keep Doug for Luke and Emma while they went on their honeymoon. She definitely was gonna have her hands full.

As for the chaotic mess? I think I might have spoke too soon. A scream ripped through the house; we looked at each other for a split second and took off upstairs, heading for the sound.

We got to the top of the stairs just in time to hear Jarrod yell, “OH MY GOD! He’s done something BAD!”

I pushed past Leah and Chloe and peeked into Jarrod’s room to see him shaking his head violently from side to side and pointing to the dog. Jenna was standing in the middle of the room, but she wasn’t moving. I think she was in shock. And I guess I would be too, if a hundred pound lab was standing in my son’s room with a rather good-sized, life-like, flesh colored dildo hanging out of his mouth.

“Holy sh-nikes!” I whispered, remembering at the last second to censor myself. “Jenna?” I still whispered, not wanting to scare her. She jerked, whipped her head around to look at me, and I could see the gleam of panicked resolve in her eyes before she threw herself sideways at Doug in an attempt to wrestle the dildo away from him.

Doug, being the smart ass he is, dodged her easily and made a beeline for the door, taking me out at the kneecaps in the process. Dildos, when used as weapons, surprisingly hurt a lot more than you’d think, and the one flapping from the dog’s jaws was no exception. I got to my feet just as Chloe and Leah jumped out of his way to avoid getting hit with either the dog or the dong.

“GET HIM!” I heard Jenna battle-cry behind me, which spurred me into immediate action. We raced from the room and followed the dog who turned into Jenna and Noah’s room. He ran back out before we could even get there, but his mouth was empty.

Jenna ran into the room and I heard her pant out, “Thank God!”

The girls and I stepped into the room to see her bent over with her hands on her knees, shaking her head. The dildo was laid out on the bed, pretty as you please.

“How the hell did he even get that?” I asked Jenna.

“That’s what I wanna know!” Leah exclaimed behind me. Chloe stood behind her, nodding, eyes huge. I swear that woman is going to think that all of my friends and family are crazy…she wouldn’t be wrong though. Geez.

Just then, Jenna’s cat, Tom, came creeping out from under the bed. Jenna made a growling sound of frustration in her throat before she answered, “Well, the damn dog had to have chased the stupid cat under the bed and knocked over my box.” She dropped to her knees and started rooting around under the bed. She came up with the lid to a shoe-box type container, and then produced the almost empty box it belonged to.

“Is there anything left under the bed? Is that the only thing he took?” I asked as she began mumbling to herself about ‘
damn dogs
’ and ‘
murder by shooting
’.

She peeked under the bed again and came back out with a tube of lube, a set of anal beads (I choked a little at the sight of those…she never ordered those from me!), and two pairs of handcuffs. She threw everything back into the box and put the lid on it again before looking up at us. “Nope. That’s not the only thing he took. Now we get to go on a fucking treasure hunt for my sex toys before my kids see the goddamned things!”

Chloe, Leah, and I all looked at each other, definitely taking note of the ‘we’ that Jenna used. I cleared my throat and asked again, “Okay, well, what else is missing?”

“I don’t even know!” she wailed, burying her head in the carpet. She sat up suddenly with her head cocked and then jumped to her feet.

I heard Noah call her again and we all followed her as she made her way toward Hayden’s room. When we got in there, Noah was standing beside Hayden’s dresser, looking decidedly puzzled as he looked at Doug, who was sitting there pretty as you please while Hayden brushed him with a Barbie brush.

He blinked distractedly at me and the girls, nodding his head slightly in acknowledgment, and then said, “I, uh…I followed the dog in here because he’s, uh…yeah. He’s right there.”

We all looked at the dog, trying to figure out what had Noah so addled. And then I looked closer and noticed it. Yup. Dear God, the dog was wearing a blue jelly-type cock ring around his front paw.

Hayden glanced up and noticed what we were all staring at. “Oh! I found a bracewet for Doug! Him wikes it!” She grinned gleefully and then waved at me, her Aunt Leah, and Chloe.

Jenna was muttering under her breath again, and then Noah opened his mouth to speak, shut it, cleared his throat, and tried again.

His voice came out a little strangled as he asked, “Ummm…Hayden? Where did you…what’s this? And where did you get Doug’s, uh…bracelet?”

He was pointing to an opened package laying on the dresser. I looked closer and realized it was the packaging to a silver bullet vibrator, with the actual bullet laying beside it. My hand came up to cover my mouth because I just couldn’t believe this was happening. I mean, seriously…does this happen in real life?

(Obviously it does…)

Hayden frowned and answered, “I foun’ it in the haw-way. It don’ work. And Doug brought me the bracewet in his mouf.” Her face brightened again and she popped up, pushing past the now-lounging Doug to rush toward her toy box. She dug through it for a second before coming up with a hot pink butterfly vibrator. “Doug brought me ‘dis one, too, an’ it works! See, Daddy? Mommy? You push the button and the butterfwy’s wings fwap and it makes me waugh!”

‘Oh, Jesus, NO!” Jenna yelled when Hayden brought it up like she would touch it to her cheek. She startled the poor child who dropped the vibrator immediately, and then her face screwed up into the most pitiful expression before she let out a wail louder than anything I’d ever heard before.

Top that with the fact that Doug sat up as soon as he heard her wailing, threw his head back, and began howling just as loud.

Jenna shook her head, grabbed the butterfly out of Hayden’s hand, the bullet off the dresser, and then bent down to pull the cock ring off of Doug’s paw (he didn’t even pause in his howling), before she turned on her heel and stomped from the room hollering, “I need a freakin’ drink!”

Noah knelt beside Hayden and spoke to her quietly for a second. Her wails slowed to soft hiccupy sobs and then stopped altogether when she grinned at her father from whatever he said to her. Doug still hadn’t let up, but stopped when Noah just shouted, “Doug! Enough!”

Hayden, crisis forgotten, began brushing the dog again, talking to him a mile a minute. Noah stood, looked at us standing there again, and said, “I’m sorry. We live in a nuthouse. But you should know that by now. Beer anyone?”

Jarrod, who until now had gone unnoticed standing beside Chloe, piped up, “Can I have one, Dad?”

Noah sighed, shook his head, and walked out of the room.

Chloe, Leah, and I all shrugged at each other and followed. Never a dull moment at Jenna’s house.
Ever
.