Under My Skin (Skin Deep) (8 page)

Brandon looked over at Jacks and asked, “Fucking perfect, isn’t she?”

Jackson
nodded his head silently.

Reaching down,
Brandon fisted himself, slowly stroking up and down. “Come here, Allie.”

I didn’t hesitate, walking to him and dropping to my knees in front of him. Before I could touch him, he tangled his other hand in my hair and tugged, letting me know that’s not where he wanted me. I sat back on my heels and looked up at him, his hand still wrapped in the silky strands of my hair.

“Get up. I want you on the lounger,” Brandon said.

I got up slowly and walked over to the chaise lounge on the end of my couch  to sit on the edge, but before I could,
Jackson was there, leaning back into the cushion. He reached up and pulled me down on him, straddling me over his hips and crushing his lips to mine. I felt Brandon move up and stand beside me; I reached out with my hand and stroked it up and down his thigh before cupping him in my hand.

Jackson
broke from the kiss on a moan as I ground my hips against the hardness of him beneath me, the hot, hard length of him parting the soft dampness of my sex and gliding along every sensitized nerve. I pushed myself up away from his chest with my free hand and when I did, I felt the head of him prodding my entrance. I shifted and took him deep inside me, feeling every inch of him fill me up. I threw my head back and let out a breathy moan that was cut off when Brandon caught my mouth with his, kissing me deeply and roughly, biting at my lips, sucking the bottom one between his teeth.

Jackson
’s hands came up and grabbed desperately at my hips, lifting and lowering me in a slow and steady rhythm. I jerked my head back from Brandon and slammed myself down on Jackson, crying out as the slap of our flesh rang out through the room. I started riding him hard, driving myself recklessly to the edge and pulling him along with me.

His hands tightened on my hips again as he gasped out, “No…slow down, Allie…”

I shook my head at him and then cried out as fingers tangled themselves in my hair again, roughly pulling me back against Brandon’s chest and effectively stilling my hips. Brandon’s fingers tightened slightly before releasing and I heard him murmur ‘sorry’ as he dropped a kiss to the top of my head.

I tilted my face up to him and breathed, “You didn’t hurt me…I like it when you get rough.”

He growled and took my lips in a rough kiss again before pushing me forward until I was pressed flat against Jackson’s chest, his hardness still buried deep inside me. He turned his face to mine and kissed me, his tongue darting out to trace my lower lip and the curve of my jaw before nipping at my neck, the sharp bite causing me to moan.

I felt
Brandon lean over my back and begin kissing and nipping down my spine, his hands roaming my skin and making me shiver. I felt myself tense when his finger dipped into the crevice at the base of my spine, parting the pale globes of my ass until his fingertip rubbed over the tender, puckered flesh there. He pressed in slightly, just enough for me to feel the pressure and read his intent.

I let out a low moan as
Jackson lightly nipped my ear lobe before whispering harshly, “Brandon is gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours, baby. He’s gonna fuck it while I’m buried deep inside your tight, hot little body. Is that what you want? Can you take us both, Allie?”

I could hear
Brandon’s breath coming faster with every word Jackson growled and I wiggled against the hardness impaling me, feeling myself grow even wetter around it. I gasped as I felt a chilly wetness drip down the crack of my ass, and then Brandon’s hot fingers followed, spreading the lube over and around that tender part of me.

“Is this alright, Allie?”
Brandon asked softly, his fingers pressing against my opening gently.

I nodded but that wasn’t good enough. “No, baby, I need to hear you say it. Are you okay with this?” he asked.

Jackson reached up and grasped my chin, turning my face toward his to look me in the eyes. “Seriously, Allie. We stop now if this isn’t what you want. It’s all about you, babe, not us.”

“I know,” I said softly. “I want this, though. I want to feel you both inside me…at the same time.”

At my words, Brandon and Jackson both moaned and Jackson kissed me again as Brandon’s finger began to breach the tight ring of muscles.

“Push against the pressure a little bit, Allie, and breathe. Just relax, baby.”
Brandon pressed in firmly and I forced myself to relax and push against the pressure like he’d said, letting out a breathy sigh as his finger finally slid all the way in. He worked it in and out a few times as Jackson released my lips and held me tight against his chest, running his hands soothingly down my sides and back.

I lost myself to the pleasure of it, the feel of the heat of their bodies surrounding me, making me feel like there was nothing and no one else in the world. Just this. Just us.

Jackson began sliding his thickness against me in short, sure strokes that rubbed the base of him perfectly against my clit, sending streamers of white hot pleasure pulsing through me. I moaned as Brandon added another finger and scissored them inside me before adding another. Jackson shifted until his legs were draped over the sides of the lounger, feet planted on the floor. Brandon shifted again and I felt him kneel behind me; he  pressed his hand firmly between my shoulder blades, trapping me against Jackson’s chest. Jackson’s hands moved down and gripped my thighs, splaying them wider over his hips. Brandon palmed the tender globes of my ass and  spread them, nestling the thick head of his hardness against my slick back entrance.

“Oh, God!” I cried as he began pushing himself inside of me, both of them holding me so tightly I couldn’t move. The burning and stinging grew until I felt the knob of him pop through the tight ring of muscles and he thrust firmly forward, burying himself as deeply in me as he could go.

I held still, not that I had a choice, and reveled in the fullness of them buried balls deep inside me, stretching me, filling me so completely. I clenched and let out a gasping laugh as they both jerked and moaned.

I wiggled a bit, stopping when
Jackson lightly slapped my thigh in warning and growled, “Don’t fucking move. Got…to get control…not…gonna last.”

Brandon
leaned his forehead on my back and nodded, apparently in full agreement with Jacks. I wasn’t though; I wanted them to move, wanted them to pound into me. I wiggled again, clenching around them and shifting until I could move just enough to slide slightly up their shafts. Brandon let out a ragged moan and finally moved, beginning to thrust slowly, dragging himself out almost all the way before gliding back in. Jackson countered his thrusts, pushing in as Brandon pulled out, pulling out as Brandon pushed in, on and on in a maddeningly slow rhythm.

“Fuck me harder!” I shouted as I gave in to the wildness building inside me. I sank my teeth into
Jackson’s shoulder and felt him shudder underneath me, his hips bucking up sharply, filling me at the same time Brandon thrust home. “Yes! Yes!” I screamed, feeling myself climbing the peak quickly as their control broke, both pounding into my willing body while they held me trapped between them. I felt my release rushing through me, shattering me into a million pieces as I came, my body clenching around them until with one last pounding thrust, they both shouted their release, spurting hot, pulsating streams inside my shivering body. 

Brandon
pulled himself out of me on a moan, causing me to wince slightly. He kissed my shoulder before carefully grasping my waist and lifting me off of Jacks. He held me against his chest as Jacks got to his feet unsteadily and by some unspoken agreement, headed for the bathroom. Brandon followed, still carrying me.

Not wanting to break the spell of the moment, I laid my head against his shoulder with a sigh, content to let them take care of me. I smiled as
Jackson ran bath water, adding my favorite bubble bath and letting the tub fill before Brandon carefully lowered me into the water.

“You okay?” he murmured in my ear before he pulled away.

I nodded and relaxed into the hot water, letting it soothe the aches beginning to set in.

Chapter 8

The next week flew by in a flurry of wedding plans and steamy nights spent in ecstasy with the two gorgeous men who decided to claim me for their own. I couldn’t complain about it, though, unless you count muscles being sore in places I never thought could be sore. Even then, I really didn’t want to complain when I thought about how they got sore in the first place…

It was Sunday morning and Emma’s mom had called to say that Sunday brunch was on as usual since they were back home. Emma had told me that they’d already hi-jacked Doug and took him to the “doggy spa” in
Cincinnati a couple days after they got back. I swear they treat him just like another of their grandchildren. I think it’s because they missed their labs that they used to have, but then again, we all missed those dogs. Emma and I used to dress them up in baby doll clothes when they (and we) were younger and they’d do nothing but lay there and let us. Ah…good times.

Jackson, Brandon, and I got up and headed over to Jan and Ben’s house, ready to brave the craziness that always happens there. We pulled up just in time to see Calland come flying out of the house, looking like he was seriously running for his life, even though he was laughing his ass off. I shook my head and got out, walking into the house to find out what the hell was going on.

I made it to the front door, the guys trailing behind me, before I stopped dead in my tracks. I stood there, gaping at Jan who was standing there wielding a cracked wooden spoon and a satisfied expression.

I smiled widely at her before asking, “What’d he do now?”

She grinned at me, her eyes twinkling. “He cracked my wooden spoon.”

I knew better than to ask anything more. And more than likely, she cracked her wooden spoon on his head. Or ass. Or whatever part of him she could reach. She’s scary like that sometimes…got those ninja mom moves.

She motioned us in and I waved to Ben who was sitting in his chair, watching the news. I could see Noah out back with the kids, standing on the deck and trying to catch frogs in the small pond Ben had dug years ago. Luke was on the opposite side of the pond, holding on to Doug’s collar for all he was worth in order to keep him from scaring the frogs away, or out of the water at least.

Brandon and Jackson went out the back door toward Luke and I headed into the kitchen where Jenna, Leah, and Emma were finishing up the cooking.

“So how did Calland break your mom’s wooden spoon?” I asked.

They all started laughing and Jenna said, “Being a smart ass to her. She whipped that puppy out and clocked him with it quicker than he could get away!”

I laughed with them and helped get things ready to serve. We talked a little about wedding plans as we got everything ready and called everybody in to eat. Halfway through breakfast, we were all laughing at the story Ben was relaying about poor Doug’s trip the ‘spa’.

“And then the poor bastard was violated by that
Chihuahua with the little sweater on!” Ben roared, his face red from laughing so hard. “Seriously, the little shit couldn’t have been more than six pounds soaking wet and he sure as hell jumped right up on Doug’s ass as he lay there and humped for all he was worth! Doug got up like his tail was on fire but that fucker dug his claws in and kept on going ‘til he was done.”

Luke was looking at Doug with a horrified expression on his face, and Doug was giving him a sad, poor me look right back. We laughed even harder when he slipped him a slice of bacon under the table and whispered to him, “Don’t worry, buddy…I’ll never let them take you there again.”

Surprisingly, that was the highlight of breakfast; Calland actually behaved for once, though Emma did put her hand to his forehead to see if he had a fever because he didn’t steal anything from her plate. After breakfast was done and everything cleaned up, Brandon and Luke said they needed to go to the shop to do a couple things. Jackson said he’d tag along, so Emma and I took Luke’s car and went back to their house to hang out until they were done.

Before they took off, Luke rolled his window down and smiled sweetly at Emma.

“Yes, my love?” she asked, making her voice match the sweetness of his look, before she looked at me and rolled her eyes, whispering to me, “
He wants something…bet me
.”

I shook my head and grinned, not wanting to take that bet because I could see that coming from a mile away.

“Will you
please
get the stuff to make tequila lime chicken for dinner tonight? You haven’t made it in a while and you mentioned it the other night,” Luke asked.

Brandon
hooted from the driver’s seat and shouted, “Yes! We’re coming for dinner, too!”  while Jackson nodded vigorously from behind Luke.

Emma looked over at me and I gave her puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip, because that’s my favorite thing she makes, besides buffalo chicken dip and our other girl’s night staples, and she really hadn’t made it in a while.

“Yes,” she said exasperatedly, “I’ll make it-” She didn’t get anything more out before Luke smiled, shouted ‘Thanks!’ and they took off. She shook her head and looked at me again before saying, “Guess we have to go drop Doug off and then go to the store.”

“I’m good with that!” I told her.

We made our way to their house and let Doug out to do his business before putting him inside and heading back in town to go to the store. We talked about little things on the way and then she mentioned that Floyd, her old boss, had called and asked her to help him out for a couple weeks while his new secretary dealt with a family emergency. Which made me think of something I wanted to ask her about, even though I was worried about mentioning it.

“So…I hate to bring it up, Em, but have you gotten a court date yet for Creepy?” I asked her as she drove.

She nodded and sighed. “Yeah. I hadn’t said anything really to anyone yet. I just got it Friday but I don’t even want to have to think about facing him again. I don’t want to have to go back there…you know?”

“I know,” I said softly. “But you know we’re all here for you and I’ll be right there in the court room with you.”

She sniffed and nodded, reaching up quickly to swipe at a tear that had started down her cheek.

“God, Emma, I’m so sorry! Don’t cry! I didn’t want to bring it up and upset you, but you just hadn’t said anything lately and I didn’t want to miss being there for you. I’m such a moron to bring that up out of nowhere!” I shook my head at myself, disgusted for upsetting her.

“Stop, Allie! It’s okay! I was planning on telling you today anyway, I just didn’t have a chance yet. I didn’t want to say anything at breakfast and Luke and Noah are the only ones that know right now. And no, before you say anything, I’m not keeping it from anyone like before. I just didn’t want to upset my parents at breakfast!” Emma said firmly.

“Well, when is it set for trial?” I asked.

“Two weeks from now. He’s already had his preliminary and everything since he was indicted by the Grand Jury. Floyd has been keeping me up to date because he talks to the prosecutor about it. Creepy had to find an attorney to come in from Cincinnati because no one here wanted to represent him.” She snorted before saying, “And the one he came up with is so full of himself and ostentatious in his court appearances that no one in this county can hardly stand him.”

I laughed. “That’s a good thing, right?”

She shook her head vigorously for a second and then sighed. “I almost hope that he plea bargains before then just so I don’t have to see him again.”

“Well, we’ll keep our fingers crossed. Okay, so we’ve talked about it, and now moving on. Right?” I asked.

“Right,” she said with a nod.

“Well…I think I have something to talk about,” I said tentatively.

She turned into the parking lot of the store and parked before turning to me and saying, “Okay. Spill. You don’t hesitate to tell me things so this has gotta be good!”

“I actually…finally…did…you know,” I whispered.

“What? You finally did what?” she asked.

I cocked my head and nodded, prompting her silently to figure it out.

“Allie, I don’t know what you are talking…oh. OH! You did it…THEM! You did THEM!” she shouted, her face lighting up with surprise. “I just have one question…was it good?”

I nodded, grinning at her. I don’t know why I was a little hesitant to tell her, but I was. I shouldn’t have been because she knows everything about me anyway. “It was amazing, Em. They both make me feel so special, not like I’ve ever felt before about anyone. Why the hell did I fight it for so long?” I asked, musing to myself out loud.

“Because you’re stupid,” Emma said bluntly. “Those two, especially Jackson, have been head over heels for you for so long. I can’t believe it really took them this long to get through to your dumbass. So is this something you see…I mean is it for good?”

I shrugged, not really sure how to answer that. “I think so…at least I hope so, anyway. I really don’t know where
Brandon’s head is at because he’s not a big talker. He’s more of a doer, if that makes sense.”

Emma shut off the car and we got out to go in to the store. Grabbing a cart, Emma said, “It does make sense, you know. I think he’s big on that because of how they grew up. The whole actions speak louder than words thing…”

“Yeah, but…I don’t know. I just don’t really know where I stand with him. He says he’s wanted me and he wasn’t willing to step aside for Jacks, which, by the way, is the same thing Jacks said about Brandon, but that’s it.” I sighed.

We walked through the store, gathering the ingredients Emma needed to make dinner tonight. She was quiet for a few minutes before she said, “Talk to him about it. You and I both know that he can be serious and there’s definitely
a very deep man in there hiding behind all the joking. You may be surprised at what you find.”

Twenty minutes later we were pulling into their driveway when I saw Emma tense and frown. I followed her gaze to see a woman sitting on the porch steps leaning against the railing with her knees drawn up. Her blonde hair was covering her face so I couldn’t tell if she was someone we knew or not.

Emma threw the car into park and got out, her voice ringing out with a slight cautious edge. “Is there something I can help you with?”

I got out and stood beside Emma, waiting for a response. The woman took a deep breath that almost looked pained before she slowly raised her head. Emma and I both gasped and went running toward her when we saw her face.

“Ohmigod!” Emma breathed as she knelt beside the woman on the steps.

I knelt on the other side of her and gently laid my palm against the woman’s knee. She flinched a little and we backed up just a bit, giving her some space.

“What happened? Is there something we can do, someone we can call? Were you in an accident and walked here for help?” Emma’s questions were coming fast, not even giving the poor woman time to speak.

She blinked up at us and opened her mouth to speak. Her voice was very soft, almost apologetic. “I…I’m sorry, I’m looking for my brother.”

“Sweetie, who’s your brother?” I asked gently.

“
Jackson.”

Her reply floored me. There was no way in hell that I was expecting that response, even though now I could see a resemblance. She was beautiful, there was no mistaking that; however, the black eye, split lip, scratches, and other various bruises marring her otherwise flawless skin stood out in shockingly stark relief.

I glanced at Emma and saw that she was just as shocked by the answer as I was. “Does he know you’re here?” she asked.

The woman shook her head imperceptibly.

“Okay,” Emma said, getting to her feet. “Come inside and let’s get you somewhere comfortable while Allie calls Jacks to get his ass home.” Emma’s tone brooked no argument, and the woman didn’t even try.

She winced and whimpered as she began to rise and I quickly got to my feet and put my arm around her gently, trying to help. She steadied herself against me briefly before pulling away and walking slowly into the house. I noticed that she only used her right arm, holding her left crooked tightly against her stomach, and she flinched with every step.

Once we got her settled on the couch, I ran back out into the car and grabbed my purse, and as many bags of groceries as I could. I took them into the kitchen and headed back out for the rest, grabbing my phone on the way. Emma was sitting beside the woman on the couch, wringing her hands, clearly at a loss as to what to do next. I heard her asking questions as I closed the door behind me, my fingers already tapping out Jackson’s number on my screen.

“Hey, babe,” Jackson answered, his deep, sinful voice making me smile and sending shivers down my spine like always.

“Hey,” I said, softly, my smile fading away because of what I was about to say.

“What’s wrong.” He said it as a statement, not a question. He could read me so well.

“Um…your sister is here.” I said, not knowing how else to put it.

“What? What do you mean, my sister’s there?” He sounded very confused. “Chloe?”

“I didn’t get a chance to ask her name…she just said she was your sister. Where are you?” I asked him, really not wanting to have to go into all the details over the phone. Better yet, “Where’s Brandon?”