by Leah Braemel
Holy shit, was she really suggesting this? But at least they wouldn’t waste months dithering. That way if they didn’t click, she’d walk away without a second thought. Not that sex was the most important part in a relationship but for all she knew, Brett could turn out a dud in the sack. As shallow as it made her feel, she wasn’t prepared to put up with another long stretch of boredom in bed. And maybe, ten, twenty years down the road, she’d at least be able to say she hadn’t jumped into the bed of the first man who invited her. That she’d…well, shopped around didn’t exactly sit right with her, but it was the closest comparison she could come up with.
Brett must have felt the same way. “That makes it sound like you’re taking me out for a test drive.”
She forced a smile, although she knew it lacked conviction, and shook her head. “You know what I mean. I want to know how we are together in bed. Dillon won’t be home for a while yet so we won’t have to worry about him listening.”
“It didn’t bother you that I was in the next room listening to you and Dillon the past couple of weeks.” His tone was flat, a muscle in his jaw twitching betraying his struggle at control. He shook his head. “Sorry, that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to. It’s just…listening to Dillon, knowing…”
“Hey, I didn’t know how you felt,” she reminded him gently. “Neither did Dillon. We weren’t trying to show off or make you jealous or anything.”
“I know.” He pulled the car off on the side of the road. After he’d put it in park, he half turned in his seat. “I’m not saying you were trying to rub my face in anything. It just damned near killed me listening to what was going on.” He exhaled noisily. “Dillon’s so fuckin’ loud, it was hard to ignore.”
She couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up. “Yeah, he is.” Her smile faded as she imagined how she would have felt if she’d had to listen to Wade fucking one of his girlfriends while she was in the next room. God, that must have been hell for Brett to lie in the next room and have to listen to their lovemaking.
“Look, I know Dillon’s said it’s okay for me to date you, but I don’t want to get in his face about it. I feel like I’m poaching on his territory. And frankly, I’m still worried he’ll get pissed off, not only with me but with you too.”
“Dillon’s the one who suggested that we should go out on a date. He made me promise to give you a chance. I’m not one to break a promise, Brett. I like you. And we both know there’s something between us, some spark we need to work out before I can make a decision.” She lifted his hand to rub his knuckles over her cheeks. The heat in his eyes told her he wasn’t as unaffected as he tried to pretend. “Let’s just go home and see what happens from there. All right?”
Nodding, Brett eased the car back onto the road. Less than ten minutes later, he parked in front of Dillon’s house.
She held her breath when he leaned over and kissed her. Instead of a careful kiss on her cheek, he pressed his lips against hers. She stiffened for a second, then parted her lips slightly, accepting his advance.
He tasted of a lingering essence of the wine they’d shared earlier and a crisp, unique flavor that set her head spiraling into a vortex of need.
He buried his fingers in her hair, pulling her hard against him, taking control of the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Warmth flooded her belly, and she moaned.
“God, how many times did I hear you do that through the bedroom wall and wish it was me?” he muttered around the kiss.
The ten years since they’d last kissed compressed as if it had been a day, then floated away. She forgot they were in the front seat of his car, forgot they were parked in front of Dillon’s house. Only the two of them existed in the world.
Outside a nighthawk screeched as it chased bugs flying around a lamp Dillon had installed by the barn. Inside, soft moans filled the car as they explored each other.
She curled her fingers through his hair, enjoying the way it rasped in the back. Where Dillon’s shoulders were wider from doing heavy work, Brett was more streamlined, but she had no doubt he was equally as strong. He was harder than he’d been back in high school, stronger. Yet she knew he’d never hurt her.
He skimmed his hand down her side to her hip, his fingers digging in for a moment as he shifted her angle. On the trip back to her shoulder, he brushed the sides of her breasts that grew heavier with each minute they kissed. “Do you know how many nights I lay awake back in high school, remembering how you tasted? How you felt in my arms? The feel of your lips against mine?”
“I wish I’d known.” I wish it had been you kissing me. I wish it had been you who had been my first lover.
As if he could read her mind, he pressed one finger over her lips and shook his head. “Don’t. That’s history. We’re two different people now.”
He may have been different, but she still felt the awkward teenager she’d been the first night he’d kissed her. But she wasn’t that girl anymore. She didn’t want to be that girl ever again.
“Dillon’s truck isn’t here,” Nikki whispered.
“I noticed. But for the record, that’s not the reason I kissed you.” He stroked his thumb down her jaw, his eyes unreadable in the shadows. “I kissed you because I figured our date was over.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” She caught his hand and slipped it beneath the hem of her dress. “Touch me.”
Every part of him stilled while his eyes searched hers.
“Touch me,” she repeated.
Moving ever so slowly, his hand crept higher on her thigh, until he reached the silk of her thong. “Are you sure?”
She’d never been so sure of anything in her life. She shifted, giving him better access.
Brett’s fingers slipped past the silken barrier, parting her folds, slick with her arousal. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations enveloping her. The warmth of his breath on her cheek, the rasp of his beard, the lingering scents of his aftershave. The strength of his shoulder cushioning her head.
She gave in to the pleasure he kindled as his fingers teased her clit. Sometimes hard, sometimes feather-light, each movement drove her higher and higher. He dipped his fingers into her core, touching a spot that had her tilting her hips until they barely rested on the seat. He fondled her, petting and stroking until she was trembling, unable to draw a breath. And still he drove her higher, capturing her gasps with another kiss.
His fingers touched places she hadn’t known existed until this past month. His thumb brushed over her clit at the same time his fingers plunged into her inner muscles, until she could no longer contain the heat blossoming inside her.
“Let go, baby.”
Her body out of control, she clutched his forearm as her release exploded like a Fourth of July rocket, spreading through her whole body, setting her on fire. Brett murmured something to her, his voice rough and dark. She was beyond understanding anything but sensation, the vibrations of his words rippling through her chest, working their way down to his fingers deep inside her, setting off tiny fireballs at their tips.
As the fireworks faded, her body melted against him.
“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead. He withdrew his fingers and straightened the fabric that had bunched at her waist.
Before he could pull away from her, she caught his hand and lifted it to her lips, kissing the fingers that had brought her such pleasure. She touched the tip of her tongue to his index finger. Hearing his breath hitch, she curled her lips and sucked the full length of his finger into her mouth, tasting the musk of her own juices. His heart raced beneath the hand she’d flattened over his chest as she stroked her tongue over the fleshy pad. She slid her hand down his chest, over his abdomen until her palm reached the hard length of his cock. After unzipping his fly, she slipped her hand beneath the fabric and freed him from the confines of his trousers.
He was different than Dillon, different than Wade. Longer than one, thicker than the other.
> “God, Nik, I love feeling your hands on me.”
He wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pumped their joined hands a half dozen times, harder than she would have dared. He’d closed his eyes and rested his head against the seat, the expression on his face no longer the blank mask but a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“I’ve got a better idea.” She untangled her hand from his and lowered her head.
Ignoring the console jabbing into her ribs, she stretched her lips around the smooth head of his cock. Her eyes fluttered closed as his fingers tunneled into her hair, his thumb stroking lazily over her neck just below her ear. Holding the base of his cock with one hand, she took him deep into her mouth until her lips touched her fingers then slowly withdrew. He was everything she’d imagined, his potency pulsing against her tongue. Power contained in a velvet sheath, yet lurking beneath the tender way he held her, a sense of barely contained danger.
The warm, wet depths of her mouth, the strength of her tongue and the mind-blowing suction she used on his cock had Brett closing his eyes in a desperate attempt not to lose complete control. Christ, she was a goddess made for sucking his dick.
He’d planned to seduce her slowly, to start off with opening a bottle of her favorite Australian Shiraz he’d stashed away a couple nights before. Then he’d kiss her. Touch her. Get her worked up. Together they could work their way to her bedroom. Slowly. Gently. Tenderly.
At least he’d made her come first. But in the front seat of his fuckin’ sedan like a horny teenager?
He groaned as she sucked him so deeply, the head of his cock bumped her throat. Instead of gagging the way he’d expected her to, he could feel her lips curling up, and she started humming. Oh, shit, yeah! When she slowly withdrew until only the head stayed between her lips, it was everything he could do not to push her head down and fuck her talented mouth like the barbarian he was.
As she pumped her mouth, her hips rose and fell to the same rhythm. He lifted her behind off the seat, encouraging her to kneel so he could slide his hand between her legs and cup her mound. With a moan she ground her clit against the heel of his hand while his fingers plunged into her pussy. Her juices covered his palm as her humming grew louder, more frantic, the vibrations sending an electrical jolt through his shaft and straight to the base of his spine.
Desperate, he pulled her off of him. Her eyes were glazed, her lips red and swollen as she looked at him in confusion. The scent of her arousal—musky and sweet at the same time—filled the car, inflaming his senses.
“Not here. Not like this. I want to be buried inside you when I come.” He removed the keys from the ignition and opened his door even as he was stuffing his dick back into his pants. Anxious to get her inside, he nearly jumped over the hood of the car to open her door before she could.
As soon as she’d cleared the car door, he slammed it shut, grabbed her hand and half dragged her to the house. She giggled that it took him three tries to stab the key into the lock, only to discover the door had been unlocked the entire time. What would it feel like to make her giggle while she had his dick in her mouth?
Heaven. Sheer fucking heaven.
Once they were inside, he threw the deadbolt and plastered her back against the front door. Without a care for her dress, he pulled the neckline down over her breasts, catching her bra with it. The fabric pulled taut, holding her breasts up like a trophy. Holy crap, her breasts were so pretty, the plump nipples jutting out, begging to be suckled. He captured one taut bud with his mouth, lashing it with his tongue, scraping both top and bottom with his teeth.
She pressed her breast deeper in his mouth as she sought his erection again. He captured her by the wrists and braceleted them with one hand above their heads, stopping her from touching him. If she did, he’d shoot off in his pants.
With his other hand, he freed himself, then trading her breast for her mouth, he hitched her skirt out of the way and positioned himself at her entrance. With a curse, he realized he’d forgotten one important step and had to release her hands while he fumbled in his back pocket for a condom. Once properly protected, he repositioned himself, driving her breath from her when he buried himself to the hilt with one thrust.
So fucking fantastic.
Her body was firm against his, speaking to the hard work she did in the stables and the hours of riding her horses. He rotated his hips, her channel so hot and tight, it about drove him insane.
A dark primitive side of him tried to claw its way out, wanting to pound into her, to spill his come deep inside her, to leave his scent all over her so any other man around would know she was his. He nipped at her shoulder, rasping his teeth over her smooth skin, half worrying he’d leave a mark, the other half hoping he would.
He tortured himself by pulling out of her in a long, slow glide, which proved to be an agonizing pleasure as her body enveloped him. Just as slowly he rocked back into her until the head of his cock nudged the hard flesh of her cervix. His body trembled, especially when he noted she took every inch of him deep within her without complaint.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling the perfume she’d dabbed behind her ears, tasting the salt of her sweat. At some point he didn’t remember, she’d undone the buttons of his shirt, and her breasts rubbed against his chest, driving him crazy with lust.
“It’s gonna have to be fast, baby. I can’t do this slow.”
“So what are you waiting for?” She hooked one ankle around his waist and tilted her hips as he pounded into her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as though she’d be launched through the door if she didn’t hold on to him. She made the softest little mewling sounds while her internal muscles clenched his dick.
The door banged against the frame each time he slammed into her, and her cries changed to gasps. The sounds combined with the wet sucking sounds of their flesh slapping together, filling the hallway and echoing up the stairs. His lips curled into a smile at how they were making as much noise as when she and Dillon…
He drew back when he realized what they were doing in Dillon’s front hall. He glanced around, noticing for the first time that except for the hall light, the house was dark. Then he remembered Dillon’s truck hadn’t been out front. He released his breath in relief.
“Brett?” Nikki half wailed. She grabbed his ass, attempting to start the motion he’d stopped. “Don’t stop now. I’m so close.”
She was so fucking gorgeous with those heavy-lidded eyes and sweat-glistened breasts. His cock jerked inside her tight little pussy that clutched him even tighter than her mouth had in the car. He cupped her face, brushing his thumb over her plump lower lip. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
“Brett,” she cried in a desperate voice. “Please.”
Her pussy clenched him, her rippling muscles milking him in a desperate attempt to coax him to continue. Even as he hesitated, she bucked, once, twice. With a fierce growl, he withdrew then thrust into her, burying himself to his balls. She gasped then moaned louder and louder with each surging thrust, her back slapping against the wood of the door.
Her muscles clamped around him as she surrendered to her release. He lasted two more thrusts when he joined her, his body shaking as his balls drew up, his come pulsing in hot spurts deep within her.
Dillon held his breath, hoping they wouldn’t turn around and see him lying on the couch, his softening dick in his come-splattered hand.
Brett eased out of Nikki, who lowered her feet to the floor. They sagged against each other for a moment, then Brett murmured something in Nik’s ear and the two disappeared from view. The creak of the stairs told him they’d headed to bed.
He blew out a long breath, his body shuddering. Damn, it had been hot waking up to see Brett pulling Nikki’s dress down over her breasts. He’d briefly considered letting them know he was home, but then they’d started fucking right there in the hall, and he didn’t want to interrupt them. He’d gotten so turned on by their display, he’d had to undo his zipper t
o relieve the pressure. Before he knew it, he’d been stroking himself in time to Brett’s thrusts.
Thank God Brett hadn’t turned around and spotted him. Although he wondered why Brett had paused the way he had. Had he heard him perhaps? Sensed he was there?
Dillon shook his head. Maybe pausing was part of Brett’s technique, some sort of delayed gratification?
It should bother him more than it did that Brett had just thoroughly fucked Nikki. Instead he’d found it so fucking erotic. It had made him so hard he’d wanted to join them, to watch Nikki’s eyes unfocus again, to hear that deep-chested groan Brett made when he came.
Christ, he was so fucked. There was no way he could suggest that Nikki not make a choice between them, or suggest that she choose them both. If he did, she’d race back to her place while Brett planted his fist in his face before he’d finished his sentence. They’d never understand what he was suggesting.
Hell, he didn’t understand it.
Chapter Eleven
Dillon eased himself into the hot tub with a groan. He’d come home from work aching and sore. Nikki had pushed him down on the couch and given him a backrub that had him soft everywhere but the groin.
Damned if Nikki hadn’t suggested this dip and then dropped every stitch she had on to entice him. If he hadn’t been so tired, he’d have bent her over the arm of the couch and taken her from behind.
When he pulled her to sit on his lap, he noticed she was having trouble meeting his eye. And that her thumbnail had been chewed down–a habit he’d noticed she only did if she were worried about something. He also couldn’t miss the tension in her shoulders. Hellfire, she’d needed a massage as much as he had.
“You’re feeling guilty about going out on that date with Brett last night, aren’t you?” Guilt gnawed at his conscience that he’d not admitted he’d watched them.