by Terry Towers
“I want this to be special, Ginny. I’m trying to be gentlemanly here. But you’re making it so
hard.”
She moved over him, rubbing her pelvis against his erection. A low growl like groan came
from him and he pulled her tight against him, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, lowering her head and placing a string of kisses across his chest.
“I don’t think you are.” His hands slipped under the lace and moved toward the apex between
her legs. She moaned softly and pressed into his hands, tempting him with her moist heat.
Her soft moans and sighs were almost as enticing as the feel of her wetness as his fingers
reached her pussy lips. She lifted her head and ghosted her lips across his. As their lips teased, he thrust a finger deep within her and she cried out against his lips. Her hips immediately began to grind on him as she began to fuck his fingers, which now were stroking her inner wall.
Holding herself up with one hand, she slipped her other hand between them, yanked down his
boxer briefs, exposed his shaft and grasped him. As he stroked her inner core, she stroked him,
stroking him harder and faster, keeping pace with his fingers within her.
His arousal was quickly coming to its breaking point. It was killing him not to rip her
clothing from her body and take her hard and fast, filling her exquisite body with his seed.
“Fuck, Ginny,” he groaned when her lips moved back to his neck, nipping and lashing the
sensitive skin with her tongue. “I’m not going to last much longer if we keep this up.”
She murmured something incoherent, and she bucked harder against his fingers, her pussy
beginning to tighten and tremble around his probing digits. Her breathing became more rapid,
and her soft moans became louder as she reached her climax. He knew he wasn’t going to be
long behind her; the tightening in his balls was becoming painful as he prepared for release.
“Oh God! Oh yes! So good. Oh my God!” she groaned into his ear, the warmth of her breath
running through him. Her bucking over him became wild, while the stroking of him became
more intense. She was going to bring him hard and fast.
He fought to hold on, but her cry out accompanied with the quivering of her around his
fingers and the release of her fluids coating his hand and wrist was his undoing. His groan
accompanied her whimpers of pleasure as the tension within his cock came to a head. He
exploded, the evidence of his ejaculation gushing from him and coating both their stomachs.
She moaned a final time, her pussy reaching orgasm a final time. Spent, she collapsed onto
him, releasing his depleted rod and pressing her face against his chest. He slid his hands up her back, under her shirt and held her tight to him as his heart rate slowly returned to normal.
“Mmmm. Now we can go to sleep,” she murmured, a smile of satisfaction on her lips,
slipping from him and cuddling to his side, her leg draped across his.
Chuckling, he kissed the top of her head and held her tight. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her smile widened as she closed her eyes. She was asleep within minutes.
~*~*~*~*~*~
~ Genevieve ~
The entire morning Genevieve had been wearing a big, goofy grin on her face as she worked.
Even her customers picked up on it, inquiring about why she was in such a great mood. She felt
like a teenager again, giddy and excited about the boy she liked in her class. It felt good.
Refreshing.
She’d woken up that morning to an empty bed, but Graham had left a note on the bedside
table telling her to be dressed and waiting for him at 7pm for a surprise. It had been a long, long time since she’d been surprised with anything from a man. Even when Alex proposed to her, it
wasn’t a surprise, it was a conversation at his house and then he took her to the jewelry store for a ring; it was hardly romantic in any way. With each date with Graham she came to realize
something; she’d dodged a bullet when Alex broke up with her.
Grabbing a stepladder, she made her way over to the left wall with a half-dozen scarves.
Climbing the ladder, she stretched to reach the top peg.
“God damn,” she growled through clenched teeth, missing the peg on her first few tries.
Going to have to lower that peg. It was something she told herself every time she added
inventory to it, but she never, ever got around to it. The door chimed, but she didn’t pay any
mind to the customer as she struggled to hook the scarves.
“I’ll be right with you,” she called out, not deterring from the task at hand. She heard
footsteps coming up behind her so she made a small jump, attempting to hook them once and for
all so she could attend to her customer.
A smile of triumph emerged on her lips as the hangers hooked onto the hook, but her smile
quickly faded and a scream emerged from her lips as she lost her footing and she went toppling
off of the stepladder. She closed her eyes, expecting to feel the hard impact of her body hitting the floor, but instead found herself being caught, with a strong arm under her legs and one under her back, and being pulled tight to her rescuer’s chest.
A recognizable scent drifted to her nose even before her rescuer opened his mouth. She
wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed tighter to him.
“Graham?” She opened her eyes and caught the gaze of Dane.
“Wrong brother, baby.” Despite her error, he grinned, keeping her in his arms and tight to
him.
“Oh, Dane.” She ranked a hand through her hair, brushing a stray lock of hair that had slid
over her eyes out of her face. “What are you doing here?”
He slowly released her and set her back onto her feet. “I’m here to take you to lunch.”
She searched her brain, wondering if she’d agreed to have lunch with him the previous night;
she couldn’t recall such a conversation.
“I was in the area and thought you might want to grab a sandwich at the deli down the street,”
he further explained.
“I see.” She took a couple of steps back from him and sighed. While originally she was
supposed to tell Dane, Graham had decided that he would speak to Dane about the new status of
their relationship, but looking up into Dane’s eyes she realized that hadn’t happened yet.
“Have you seen Graham today?”
He shook his head. “Nah. He’s busy at a crime scene.”
Her green eyes widened. “What kind of crime scene?”
“Double murder suicide. In Brooklyn, I think.” He blew out a puff of air. “I’m sure he’ll call
when he’s done. There’s always lots of press and nosy people who’ll hang around a crime scene
in hopes of getting a glimpse of the corpse and get the juicy details of the crime. People can be such morbid nosy fuckers.”
She cringed. “I can’t imagine wanting to see something like that.”
“Yeah, well. It’s part of the job.” He clapped his hands, his eyes scanning the store. “So
what’s the verdict? Will you do one of New York’s finest the honor of having lunch with him?”
God, this is hard. She sighed. She supposed lunch wouldn’t hurt and she could tell him about her and Graham at the same time. She’d felt it should be her to tell him anyhow – she was the
one to create the mess by seeing both brothers, she felt it was her job to make it right – but
Graham had insisted on taking care of it.
Graham isn’t here and Dane is so might as well get it over with, she mused.
; ~ Dane ~
“How is it?” Dane asked, as she took a big mouthful of her ham and cheese deli sub.
She nodded, giving him a thumbs up while chewing. She swallowed. “Wonderful.”
They ate in silence. It was uncomfortable.
Something about Genevieve’s demeanour wasn’t sitting right with him. She was tense; she
hadn’t been tense around him since they’d had the talk at her place. It made him wonder if it had been seeing Graham last night that had her worked up. The moment Graham stepped foot into
his house her mood had changed and suddenly she had an appointment. He hadn’t believed it for
a second.
“So what’s going on, Ginny?” Might as well stop beating around the bush and get down to it.
“We need to talk.” She kept her eyes downcast, staring at her hands, fingers laced together in
front of her.
He laughed. “You breaking up with me before we even become a couple?” he teased.
She lifted her green eyes and he saw he’d hit a nerve with her.
“I’ve been spending time with Graham.”
His jaw clenched, but he fought to keep a smile on his lips. “And what does that mean
exactly?” Her eyes lowered again, but he refused to let her look away. Leaning across the small two-person table, he hooked his index finger under her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his.
“What are you saying? You’re with my brother?” He attempted to keep himself calm. He was
the one who had made the stupid decision to share her in the first place.
But, that was before I got to really know her. She was supposed to be a one-night stand. I
didn’t realize I’d want her like this.
“Yes,” her answer came out as barely more than a whisper. “I’m sorry.”
“Motherfucker.” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but seeing her jerk away from him and
sit back in her seat made him realize he’d voiced his displeasure.
He groaned inwardly. It wasn’t her fault.
“I’m sorry, Ginny. It’s complicated. I’m not upset with you. Disappointed, very disappointed.
But not upset.”
His mind went racing back to Emma. She’d been his and she’d also chosen Graham in the
end. And Graham had let it happen. He’d taken Emma and now Genevieve. Anger boiled up
within him. After all the bullshit they’d been through to get back to a good place with each other after Emma, to be brothers again, he’d pulled this shit… again! His brother needed to learn to
find his own fucking women!
“I gotta go,” he announced, bundling up the remainder of his sandwich and stuffing it into the
paper bag it came in.
She followed suit, gathering up her garbage and standing with him, depositing her garbage in
the can by the door.
His mood softened as he looked down at her unsure expression. He doubted she knew much
about Emma and his rocky past with his brother. She didn’t deserve to be pulled into his family
feud.
“I’m serious, Ginny, I’m fine. We’re fine.” He hesitated, but gently pulled her into his
embrace. He knew he should just be happy for his brother and Ginny. He hadn’t staked a claim
on her, or told Graham he was interested. Maybe being happy for them would be the brotherly
thing to do, but maybe he wasn’t that great of a brother, because he wasn’t happy. All he felt
towards Graham at that moment was anger. She was the first woman he’d seriously considered
settling down with. He genuinely felt she could have been it for him. Maybe when they’d gotten
to know each other better he’d have discovered she wasn’t, but dammit, because of Graham he’d
never know.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, holding tight to him. “I do care for you…”
“Please don’t, Ginny.” He didn’t want to hear anymore. He did, however, have a lot to
discuss with his brother.
~*~*~*~*~*~
~ Graham ~
Graham sighed as he removed his bulletproof vest and hung it up in his locker at the precinct.
It had been one bugger of a day and he was glad it was finally over and he could get to more
pleasant things – like his date with Genevieve.
He began mentally running through a checklist of things to do before he picked her up;
florist, box office…
“You motherfucker!”
Graham frowned, turning toward his brother’s voice. He didn’t have a chance to reply as
Dane’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him back against his locker. He rubbed his jaw,
glaring at his brother, aware that several other officers in the locker room around him had
stopped what they were doing to watch and see if the conflict worsened.
“I’ll give you that one Dane, but you won’t get another.”
Dane smirked. “Have you considered getting your own women for a change?”
“You spoke with Ginny.”
“Yeah. You fucking knew I was into her.”
Graham huffed. “You’re into all women, she’s just the piece of ass for the week to you.”
“She was still mine.” His anger flared up in his eyes and Graham braced himself for things to
become physical. Dane was a fists first, talk later type of guy.
“She deserves someone who will give her a real relationship. I didn’t steal a fucking thing. I
didn’t steal Emma and I sure as hell didn’t steal Genevieve. She made the choice. They both did,
because you can’t fucking commit to anyone. You’re more interested in how many women’s
pussies you can shove your dick into than realizing you already have the perfect woman.”
Dane stepped up to him, less than a foot separating the two men. Graham was vaguely aware
of the other officers preparing to pull them apart.
“That’s none of your business. It doesn’t change the fact they were mine and you stole them
like some slimy piece of shit.”
Despite his attempt to keep his cool, Graham’s anger boiled up. He was so tired of Dane
passing the buck. He’d swallowed his pride and taken responsibility for Emma even though he’d
never believed he was in the wrong with her, just to reconcile with Dane. Dane had been done
with her, she went to him and he gave her what she thought she wanted. In the end he was the one that lost out, not Dane.
“I didn’t steal a fucking thing from you. I did you a fucking favour with Emma, otherwise it
would be you with a divorce after finding her fucking the delivery man.” He was losing his grasp
on the last bit of restraint he had. He could hear the murmurs around them of the other officers, but ignored them. They needed to have it out once and for all.
“Serves you right. I didn’t give Emma up and you knew I was into Ginny. I didn’t give up a
thing.”
“You gave her up when you decided to share her,” Graham growled through clenched teeth.
A low feral growl emerged from Dane as he lunged, a fist pulled back and intent on colliding
against Graham’s jaw. Graham moved just in time; Dane’s fist slammed into the metal locker
beside his head, leaving an imprint. Hunkering down, Graham lunged at his brother, colliding
with his midsection and the two went toppling backward, over the bench situated between the
strings of lockers. As they fell, Graham took a shot and slammed his fist into Dane’s abdomen
and was rewarded with a low-winded grunt.
But his victory was short-lived as Dane managed to buck and flip Graham onto his back,
slamming his fist into his face a second time. His ears began to ring, but he shook
his head,
clearing his mind and blocking with his forearm another blow headed toward his face.
Dane’s fist pulled back again, but before he could make the punch he was pulled off and
away from Graham by a couple of officers. Anger, resentment and adrenaline raced through
Graham as he leapt to his feet and charged Dane, slamming a fist into his stomach and then a
second to his jaw. His third punch was interrupted by several officers pulling him away from his
opponent.
“This isn’t over, brother,” Dane snarled, wiping his bleeding jaw with the back of his hand.
A metallic taste filled his mouth and Graham became aware of a throbbing pain in his mouth.
He swept his tongue along his lower gum line and discovered a tooth had been dislodged and a
hole was present in the lower left side, halfway between the front tooth and the molars.
“You punched out my tooth, asshole!”
Dane grinned, satisfaction flashing in his eyes. “Good.”
Chapter 12
~ Dane ~
“I don’t know what the fuck is going on between you two and I don’t give a rat’s ass, quite
frankly.” Their captain looked from Dane to Graham and back again. “I’ve been told you started
it.”
Dane jerked his head in the direction of Graham. “That asshole started it. I was just finishing
it.”
The older gentleman sighed and sat back in his leather chair on the opposite side of his desk
and gave his head a shake. “I can’t have you two fighting in the locker rooms, or anywhere else
in my precinct for that matter. You can pound the living shit out of each other when you’re off
duty, but when you’re in my house I expect you two to behave like officers of the law, not a
couple of testosterone-filled teenagers.”
Dane rubbed his jaw and then smirked. He may have a sore jaw, but Graham was short a
tooth; bastard deserved it.
“What the fuck are you smiling at Dane? Are you hoping for a suspension without pay?
Because I can happily do that for you.”
“No Sir.”
“It has come to my attention as well that it was over some chick,” his captain stated, his
expression remaining bleak.
Dane glared at Graham. “My brother doesn’t know how to get his own women, he needs to