by Dakota Dawn
In her mind they should have been only aroused by some athletic female, not a cookie eater like herself. Breathing in deeply, Branda relished Troy’s distinct scent. Delicious. Troy and Trey each had their own personal aroma. If she could come up with a cookie recipe that tasted like them, she would be a millionaire within a week. On the down side though, if anyone ever found out the taste was a mere imitation for the real thing and that the real thing was Troy and Trey, she’d have to beat the women away with a big stick. A very big stick. Not happening. The money wouldn’t be worth it, nor would the hours she would have to spend in the gym working out just so she’d be strong enough to defend her territory.
Chuckling at her own fanciful thoughts, she couldn’t resist taking in his scent again. Her wayward tongue dashed out and tasted Troy’s chest. Forget making Troy- and Trey-flavored cookies, eating them would be much more satisfying. They had taken control again last night, leaving her limp and in a cloud of happiness. Soon she was going to have to take Rain’s advice and get her mouth around one of those fine cocks. It was true she’d touched their hard bodies last night, but she hadn’t tasted their cocks. A burning desire was building inside her to give as much ecstasy as she received.
Scanning his well-defined chest, she realized she was close to his nipple. If she licked it, would he like it as much as she liked it when he licked hers? Only one way to find out. Moving slowly, she positioned herself over his flat, brown nipple. Glancing up, she noted that he was still asleep. Would he sleep through her experiment, her deeper exploration of his body? Drawing up some bravado from deep within, she lowered her lips to his nipple. Traveling down nature’s course, her tongue lapped naturally at the small nub. It hardened and pebbled beneath her questing touch. Needing to learn more, she sucked it into her mouth. He groaned and held her tighter.
Nipple still in her mouth, she looked up and was snared by his heavy-lidded, smoldering, green gaze. Pulling back, she released his nubbin with a light popping sound. While growling from deep in his chest, he used strong arms to shift her body on top of his and positioned her between his legs. Her mouth captured his other nipple and sucked it in. He stroked her hair as his cock grew and pressed into her stomach. Swirling her tongue around his taut nipple, she circled it then flicked it.
Thrusting his hips, he groaned. “Ooh dang, baby. This is the best wake-up call I’ve ever had.”
She released him. “You like?”
“I love.”
His arousal was firing her own, making her want to finish what she had started. Kissing her way to his neck, she paused over his heavily beating pulse. Pressing into the pounding spot with her tongue, she felt almost dizzy from the giddy feeling of power that surged through her. Is this what they felt when they were on top of her, driving her mad with need? If so, no wonder they took so much pleasure from it.
Staking her claim on him, she sucked hard at his pulsating flesh.
His hands glided over her naked back, urging her on.
She nipped at his neck then sucked the spot again. She could not seem to control herself. An animalistic desire to mark him ruled her actions. Lacing her fingers in his silky hair, she pulled. His head turned, opening his neck up even more for her, making it easier for her to mark this powerful male. Her mouth moved over the spot she had been sucking and started again. She sucked and licked, marking him for all to see.
She yelped in surprise when he pulled her off his neck and drew her lips to his. Kissing her with scorching heat, he let his desire for her show. Pride flamed in her heart. Who would have guessed she was capable of bringing him to such a wild state of sexual craving?
The flame she had sparked in him now took her over with a vengeance. Pushing her tongue into his mouth, she dueled with him. Tongues tangled, bodies squirmed, and hands stroked. They couldn’t get enough of each other.
Breathing harshly, Branda put her hands on his chest and pushed herself up. Craving the feel of him deep inside her, she moved her legs from between his and straddled his hips.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me. Take us to heaven.”
Troy’s hands gripped her hips as she positioned her wet entrance over his engorged cockhead. Unable to go easy, she dropped herself down on him, burying his whole length inside her slick, silky haven.
Their loud groans mingled and floated through the room.
“As much as I hate to stop such an exciting show, especially one I would love to join in on, I fear I must inform you both that Branda’s friends are here.”
Eyes wide, Branda whipped around to see Trey standing in the doorway, green eyes on fire and a bulge in his jeans. His words replaying in her passion-muddled mind. Friends. Here.
Troy bucked beneath her. A moan escaped her lips, and her hips rocked over his. The feel of his hard cock filling her drew her attention back to him. She ground her body into his, needing the sexual relief he could give her.
“Branda, get your lazy butt out here,” Sienna’s voice bellowed from somewhere within the house. Rain’s laughter followed shortly.
Squeaking loudly, Branda jumped off Troy and rushed for the closet, grabbing her jeans from the floor on the way.
* * * *
Troy scowled at Trey. “Why didn’t you send them away?”
“I couldn’t. The second they found out Branda was here they invited themselves in. It’s not like I knew you two were in here going at it like rabbits. And going at it you were. I was watching long enough to see her boldly try new things. Damn that was hot. I can’t wait to get her back in bed.”
Rolling off the bed, Troy stood there with Branda’s juices glistening on his hard cock. “I’m going to take a cold shower.”
While Troy headed for the bathroom, Trey went back to the living room to see if their unwanted guests needed anything to drink.
* * * *
Rushing from the closet, Branda emerged wearing her jeans and one of the guys’ T-shirts that had a dragon blowing out flames. Smoothing her hair, she tried to walk calmly down the hall toward the voices she heard coming from the kitchen.
Three pairs of eyes looked her over.
Trey’s green eyes were glowing, and his nostrils flared. Leaning down to her ear, he whispered, “Mmmm, you smell like hot lovin’ and flowers.”
Sienna’s and Rain’s eyes stared at her with unconcealed interest, and knowing smiles curled their lips.
Rain looked her up and down. With a naughty grin plastered on her face, Rain remarked, “I take it you had a sleep over with the twins.” Turning to look at Sienna, Rain smirked playfully. “Now more than ever we have to take her shopping.”
Sienna tried to hide her smile, but did a poor job. “Indeed. A woman having romantic relations always needs new lingerie.”
At the mention of lingerie, a sexy grin passed over Trey’s handsome features. He rushed away, and before the girls could figure out what caused him to bound out of the room, he was back with a credit card in his hand.
Sienna and Rain bubbled with laughter.
“I like him a lot. He’s a keeper. Which one is he?” Rain asked.
“This one is Trey.” Running her hand down his arm, Branda added, “I believe they are both keepers.”
A voice from behind her sent a shiver down her spine. “I’m glad to hear that, babe.” Stepping around her, Troy nodded at Rain and Sienna while he buttoned his shirt. “Ladies.”
Their eyes roamed his chest then zoned in on his neck. Their mouths went slack, and their gazes flew to Branda with an appreciative gleam.
Turning away from the gawking women, Troy made up two cups of coffee. He handed one to Branda and took a sip from the other one. Turning back to her friends he asked, “To what do we owe the honor of your visit?”
Sienna piped up. “Shopping.”
At that reminder, Trey placed his credit card in Branda’s hand and curled her fingers around it. He murmured in her ear, “I like thongs. Troy likes lacy matching bras and panties. Some ass-hugging jeans would be nice, too.”
“Sure did. Now we know just what we’re looking for.” Focusing on Branda, Rain ordered, “Hurry up already. I’m dying to remake you. Go brush your hair and slip on your shoes so we can go.”
* * * *
Coming out of the dressing room stall for the fifth time, Branda turned around as Rain indicated.
“I believe we have found her brand,” Rain told Sienna then asked Branda, “How do they feel on? They look great.”
“They actually feel really good. Let me try to sit down in them first, though.” Taking a seat next to Rain, she commented, “Still feel fine. No pinching. I hate it when jeans pinch my stomach when I sit down.”
“Awesome. This brand has several pocket designs to choose from. You’ll need to try them all on. You can never have too many comfortable, curve-showing-off jeans. These jeans show off your assets extremely well. Go take those off and I’ll be right back.” In a flash, Rain was heading out of the fitting room.
Facing Sienna, she sulked. “She’s going to make me try them all on, isn’t she?” Branda hated trying on clothes for hours.
With no pity in her voice, Sienna replied, “Damn straight. You look hot in that brand. Go ahead and take those off. I’m going to go belt hunting. Accessories make the outfit, you know.”
In the dressing room, Branda had to admit that although it had been a real trial finding and trying on all those different brands, she was glad now she found some that fit her so well. The guys were going to love them.
Thinking back to the lingerie store, she knew they would love her in those purchases even more. Sienna and Rain were extremely helpful in guiding her toward clothing that enhanced her body. Not big on thongs, she only bought three of them. The store had a lot of matching panty and bra sets. With her friends’ help, she’d picked out five sets, all lacy and sexy. Two in red, one in black, one in emerald green, and one in a blue floral print. She was pretty sure the twins were going to love them.
She had felt funny about using Trey’s credit card, but Sienna had insisted he had plenty of money. Another deciding point Sienna had made was that Trey would be mad and his pride would be hurt if she didn’t use it. Sienna also said she’d been taught a man should dress his woman, and she knew Trey had been taught the same thing. He would be insulted if she didn’t let him dress his woman. The men in both their families were old-school in the matter of men taking care of women.
By the time she used his card a second time, it had gotten easier, but it still made her uncomfortable. The only way she could continue was with the knowledge that she would take good care of what she bought, so they’d all be able to get years of pleasure from her purchases.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she knew she had to be totally truthful with herself. The main reason she had for letting him buy her clothes was because of the look in his eyes before she left. It had been intense, passionate, and possessive. He had kissed her tenderly then crooned in a husky timbre, “Do as I ask, tesoro mio. It’s my duty to take care of you. I would have it no other way. It is a privilege to take care of one’s vero amore. Use the card I gave you. Get whatever you like. Plus I want you to use it to pay for lunch for all of you.” Pulling her tightly to him, he kissed her passionately, leaving no doubt about how he felt about her.
As soon as he released her, Troy pulled her into his arms and kissed her until she melted into him. The way their tongues stroked and plundered her mouth always lit a fire in her blood.
Sienna honking her car horn had brought her out of her sexual haze. Troy brushed his lips lightly once more across hers then said, “Don’t forget the matching bras and panties.” Releasing her, he turned her toward the door and ushered her out. “Have a good time, babe. We’ll see you when you get back.”
Jeans and a few tops were tossed over the dressing room bar. The clanking of hangers brought her back to reality. Part of that reality was that Trey and Troy expected her to come home with clothes. Bringing the clothes into the tiny room, she tried on another outfit. Let the fashion show continue. Her elbow hit the wall, and she winced in pain. Why did they have to make these stalls so small?
“Are you okay in there? What was that noise?” Rain asked.
“I’m fine. I just hit my elbow on the wall. These damn stalls are too small.” Branda walked out, rubbing her elbow.
Rain scrutinized the clothes. “We’ll take them. That outfit looks great on you. Next.”
“All right, already. I’ll be glad when we’re done, I’m getting hungry.” Branda’s growling stomach had her moving quickly to the tiny stall. The sooner this was over, the better.
* * * *
Branda dipped a bite of bread in the restaurant’s seasoned oil and wondered what all was in it. She’d love to be able to make it at home.
Swallowing a bite of lasagna, Rain said, “Great pick on the restaurant. This is the best lasagna and garlic bread I’ve had in a long time.”
Sienna agreed. “Yeah, I love it. Teddy and I are going to have to come here. Oh, and that’s so sweet of Trey to pay for it. I’ll have to tell my mom, then she’ll tell his mom, and his mom will proudly tell his dad how well he turned out.”
“Wow, does it really work like that in your families?” Rain asked incredulously.
Taking a sip of her drink, Sienna rolled her eyes. “You better believe it. These people are major old-school. The whole family knows what everybody does.”
Rain’s brow furrowed. “That sounds horrible.”
“Oh, it’s not that bad. On the upside, every time a family member needs help, twenty people jump in to lend a hand,” Sienna answered proudly.
“How is the job going for your dad in Paris?” Branda asked Sienna.
“Actually it’s going way smoother than planned. He’s amazed at how much progress has been made.” Sienna took a bite of her food, closing her eyes to relish the flavor.
“How is Tamrisk?” Branda asked Rain.
“My sister is doing good, real good. Two weeks ago she called and told me she’d sent me a scarf in the mail. I received it this week. It was a damn red feather boa. When she comes back to town, I swear I’m going to wear it when I pick her up at the airport. All I need now is a T-shirt that reads: My sister made me wear it.” Rain smiled.
“I love your little sister, she’s a hoot. Is she still a fashion reporter?” Branda questioned.
“Yes. She seems to love it, and it does help out the family business sometimes. All we have to do is ask her if we are iffy about some clothing line. If she doesn’t know the answer, she will dig it up.” Rain’s tone was filled with pride.
“Speaking of clothes, I love your new clothes. You don’t know how happy I am to see you in clothes that show off your curvaceous bod,” Sienna replied, ending with a happy squeal.
“Yeah, you look great. I’m glad you went along with us and bagged your old droopy jeans for those kicking jeans. The new belt even makes that dragon shirt look good. See, accessories make the clothes,” Rain complemented as she looked around the restaurant.
Hawk-eyed, Sienna noticed. “What are you looking for, Rain?”
“Any hot guys to buy us drinks. I figured with Branda’s new look she would probably draw at least a few in. Why not let them? Who knows? Maybe I’ll find a regular love-fest partner,” Rain replied in a sultry voice.
Branda burst out laughing. “Did you take your meds today? There is no way I’d draw any attention. I just got lucky with Trey and Troy. I hope they never come down from the cloud they are on.”
“You two stop. We’ll say we’re all hot. Maybe not to all males, but we surely are to some of them. Branda and I are taken. Now all we have to do is find the right man for you, Rain.”
Rain was fast in her retort. “You can stop it right there. I have no intention of ever settling down with a man. They are sooo high-maintenance. Once the quintessential rush of lust wears off,
the woman is left with a broken heart while the man happily moves on to his next conquest.”
Sienna took Rain’s hand and looked her in the eyes. “It’s not always like that. When the right one comes along, he won’t leave.” Sienna must have seen the disbelief in Rain’s blue eyes, because she sighed. “I know you don’t believe it right now, but please don’t discount all men. It would break my heart if you never settled down at all because you refused to give a man chasing you a fair chance. Promise me you’ll give a man a chance if you feel a bond between the two of you.”
With a disgruntled expression, Rain agreed. “All right, already. If such a wonderful man comes along I’ll give him a chance.”
Feeling a need to retrieve her friend from the fire, Branda changed the subject. “How’s it going with Eloise? Is she doing better on the job?”
Rain latched onto the subject change with both hands. “She’s starting to get the hang of it, thank goodness. You know how many times I wanted to strangle her. To top it all off, she’s been looking all lovesick at one of the smarter managers in the company. Unfortunately, the dum-dum hasn’t noticed.”
“That’s terrible. Do you think he doesn’t like her?” Sienna asked, her voice full of concern.
“No, no. Nothing like that. He’s just extremely dedicated to his job. I don’t think he even realizes she’s interested in him. He’s no head turner, not bad, but no head turner. He’s not used to a lot of attention from the ladies, so he pours his heart into his work, and he’s damn good at his job.”
“I can understand where he’s coming from,” Branda said with sympathy.
“You’ve got to do something, Rain.” Distress colored Sienna’s words. “What if they’re meant for one another and he doesn’t know it because he quit looking a long time ago?”
“Already on it, my little match-making friend. You know I can see that optimistic look in your eyes. Don’t get your hopes up. I still have no intention of looking for Mr. Right.”