She opened her eyes, lifting her head to stare at him. “Brock, what're you doing here?” Her voice was a soft rasp in the stillness of the room.
"How can you tell it's me and not Nick?” Here was one answer he could get without much trouble. She always seemed to be able to tell them apart—had from the beginning. There were a lot of people in this town who'd known them all their lives and still got them mixed up. Standing, he walked around the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, his hip resting against hers.
"Your eyes are a little wider apart than Nick's. And just a shade lighter. Plus you have that scar.” She blinked at him, lingering sleep making her eyes heavy lidded.
God, he couldn't wait to see how she looked after he and Nick wore her out with sex.
Then he realized what her words meant. She had to have been looking at them pretty damn close to see a difference in the color of and space between their eyes. It renewed his hope. He brought up one hand and stroked his fingers lightly down her cheek.
"But what are you doing here?"
"It's a test, darlin'.” He quirked one eyebrow. “Nick told me you were pretty adamant about not needing additional security, and I want you to see that you do."
She shook her head. “It's just that...” She sighed.
"Nick said you don't think you can afford it.” He stared down at her, understanding and appreciating her fierce need for independence. “We'll work something out, don't worry.” He wasn't going to tell her he and his twin had no intentions of charging her or her grandmother for the work or the equipment. That stubborn streak that was so much a part of Jessica would flare to life, and they'd lose more ground than they'd gain. For now, they'd keep stalling whenever she asked about pricing. He could tell she was about to go on about it, so he dipped his head and placed a kiss at the corner of her mouth. When her lips parted on a sigh, he took her mouth with his.
Heaven. Her lips opened more, her tongue meeting his as it surged into her mouth. She sighed, her arms coming up to twine around his neck. When her fingers curled into the hair at his nape, he felt that touch like a jolt to his balls.
He swept his hand over her breast, palming her, feeling the hard little tip of her breast tighten even further. Leaning on one elbow, he unfastened the rest of the buttons and swept the shirt aside, baring both breasts to his gaze, his touch.
A slight blush swept across her cheeks, and her hands dropped away from his neck. As she started to cover her breasts, Brock caught her hands gently in his and pressed a kiss in each palm. Looking into her eyes, he murmured, “You're beautiful, Jessie. Please don't try to hide from me."
Her creamy throat moved with her swallow. “I'm too...” She dropped her gaze.
"Too what?” He thought he knew what her hang-up was, but he wanted to be sure before he set her straight.
White teeth clamped onto her lower lip. She looked at him then, and he ground his jaw at the apology he saw reflected in her eyes. The absolute certainty in the dark depths that she was deficient in some way.
"I'm not exactly your type,” she whispered.
If she was making that judgment based on the women he usually dated, he supposed she was right. “How do you know what my type is?"
Her fine eyebrows pulled down in a frown. “From what you normally carry around on your arm. Tall, thin, and blond."
Brock dipped his head and placed a nibbling kiss at the corner of her mouth. “Fluff. Women who had no interest in me except what I could do for them, either physically or financially. Not one of them ever acted like they cared for me, which was the way I wanted it.” He lifted his head. “The way I used to want it. And none of them had bodies that made me want to lose myself in them over and over."
"But, Brock, I'm..."
He looked at her face. “You're ... what?"
A blush darkened her cheeks again, and this time spread down her neck. “I'm overweight."
He let his gaze drift over her, taking in her full breasts with their dusty pink nipples, the slight rise of her tummy covered by her pajama shorts. He lingered on her creamy thighs made just right to cushion a man's body, then brought his attention back to her face. Her blush had intensified, making him shake his head. “You're perfect, sweet darlin'. Absolutely perfect. Like something from a Botticelli."
And she was. He wanted her, with her silky skin and soft curves, and she'd believe him before the night was over.
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CHAPTER 5
Jessica stared at Brock, wanting to accept that what he said was true. He looked sincere, and she knew he wasn't a man who said something he didn't mean. But he wasn't a hurtful man, either. He was just being kind.
Her last boyfriend had poked his little sausage in her without regard to her pleasure, then told her she was a fat, frigid bitch and walked away. She'd tried not to let it bother her—tried to tell herself it was him, not her—but it had battered her to the bottom of her soul. That had been three years ago, and her psyche still fought the negativity that festered deep inside.
And that man hadn't been nearly as important to her as this one. With the way she felt about Brock, he had the power to hurt her so much more. With his warm, heavy body lying over her, his jeans-covered erection nestled in the cleft between her legs, it was impossible to ignore that he desired her.
But was it enough?
Reaching up, she traced her fingers across the strong line of his jaw to the tip of his chin, and let her fingertips rest on his sensual lower lip.
He folded his hand around hers and kissed each of her fingertips. “I don't say things I don't mean, darlin'.” His voice rasped across her eardrums, setting up tiny explosions along her nerve endings. “And I could've proven my point about you and your grandma needing more security in any number of other ways.” He closed his eyes and bumped his lower body firmly into the V of her splayed thighs. “I wouldn't be here if I didn't want you."
His eyes opened, his gaze rising slowly back to hers. The heat in his eyes seared her. She could feel her pussy swelling, her clit aching from the banked fire in that look. “I want to fuck you, Jessie.” He shifted and cupped one broad hand over her pussy, only the thin silk of her pajama bottoms between him and her most intimate flesh. “I want to feel the tight clasp of your cunt milking my cock, watch your face as you come."
At his starkly carnal words, her breathing quickened. Her lips parted and a pulse began drumming in the side of her neck. Heaven help her, but she wanted that, too.
She slid her hands down his chest, lightly raking her nails over his hard pectoral muscles. Holding his gaze, she bucked up her courage and slipped one of his buttons free, and another and another until his shirt was unbuttoned to his waistband. Then she slid her hands under the material, flattening her palms against his hair-roughened chest. Curious, aroused, she swept her thumbs over his flat nipples and watched in awe as a shudder worked its way through his body. Emboldened, she did it again.
His eyes narrowed, but that was her only warning. He swooped down, arms sliding under her, one hand tangled in the long strands of her hair to tilt her head as he claimed her mouth.
These weren't the light, teasing kisses from before. He devoured her, his tongue pressing into her mouth like hot silk, his lips moving expertly, heatedly over hers again and again with rough hunger.
He kissed a path down her throat, his lips and tongue trailing fire. He meandered across her chest, making her breasts swell in anticipation. At the first touch of his tongue against her sensitive nipple, she moaned and wrapped her hands around his skull, her fingers twining through his silky hair.
Each tug of his mouth sent a jolt to her clit. Cream slid from her core to lie slickly along her swollen folds. When he brought one hand around and slipped it beneath the gaping leg of her shorts, she gasped and jolted against his touch.
He lifted his head and looked down into her face. “You're so hot, so wet.” He slid one long finger into the heated well of her body. His eyes went half-mast as he worked that fing
er in and out.
Jessica shuddered and stroked her hands over the bunching muscles of his shoulders. It was like touching warm, smooth marble. “Brock!” Her eyes fluttered closed as her senses went into overload.
He pumped his finger into her again. She lifted her hips into his touch, straining for more, her arousal ramping higher and higher. When he withdrew his hand completely, her eyes flew open and she moaned a protest.
"I need to taste you,” he muttered. With a quick tug, he pulled her shorts from her, baring her completely. He went still, staring at her.
When she tried to bring her legs together, he spread his further apart, keeping her open. The enthralled look on his face soon dissipated her shyness. A man couldn't look at a woman like that and not want her.
With a low moan, Brock bent and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her belly. Then he moved lower and flicked his tongue against her engorged clit.
Jessica gasped, her hips lifting into his touch, wordlessly begging for more. He quickly obliged, licking through her drenched folds, slow and deep, like he wanted to capture her taste on his tongue. He licked and suckled until she writhed beneath him, hands clutching wads of bedding as she neared her pinnacle.
He speared his tongue inside her, fucking into her with slow strokes, flicking the tip against the sensitive inner walls of her pussy. She cried out and arched, digging her heels into the mattress for leverage. His big hands splayed across her ass to help support her, and she gave herself over to his touch.
His low groan was muffled against her slick flesh. When he pulled back, his hands leaving her buttocks, she moaned a protest, her hands going to his head to hold him in place.
"Give me a pillow,” he muttered, his voice low and rough with arousal.
When she looked down at him, her breath hitched at the heated passion in his eyes. His mouth was wet, slick with her cream. Wordlessly she pulled the pillow from beneath her head and handed it to him.
"Lift your hips."
Jessica complied, and he slipped the pillow beneath her. He wedged his shoulders between her legs once more. His fingers spread her folds, his gaze smoldering as he stared at her glistening flesh.
She fought the urge to wiggle—she wasn't sure if the feeling was because she wanted to encourage him to touch her again, or because she was discomfited by his intent perusal. Probably it was a little of both.
She'd never had a man look at her like this—like he'd been waiting all his life to see this one thing that he might never see again, and so he was going to take his time and commit every detail to memory.
Good God, she hoped this happened again. She didn't want to think that she might only get this one time with him and then never feel him again.
He bent his head and licked her slit. She jumped at the slightly rough texture of his tongue against her sensitive folds.
"You're so pretty.” His voice was a growl. “All soft pink and deeper red. Especially here.” He flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit.
She gasped. Her womb clenched with need, spilling more slick cream into her passage.
"And you taste like ... sugar and spice. Definitely nice.” He latched onto her clit and began pulling on it with hard, steady suction. One thick finger pushed into her pussy again, then another. He thrust his fingers into her fast and hard, suckling her clit the same way.
She tightened as she reached her peak. With a cry muffled by her fist, she tumbled over the edge, her body quaking, her sheath clamping around his fingers.
As she laid there, her pussy giving lingering spasms, he reared up and jerked off his shirt, then got off the bed. He toed off his thick-soled work shoes and bent to yank off his socks. The tab of his zipper whipped down, and he shoved jeans and underwear to his ankles.
He straightened, lifting one leg and then the other to step out of the puddle of his clothes. Muscles bunched and flexed with his movements. Her gaze skittered over him, taking in the wide shoulders with the slash of his collarbones, broad chest with its smattering of hair, and delineated abdomen bisected by a tantalizing trail of hair that thickened around the base of his erection.
She was riveted to his cock, a thick stalk of flesh thrusting from the tangle of soft hair at his groin. The head ruddy, a drop of pre-cum glistened at the slitted tip. His balls hung heavy between his thighs. When he moved back to get on the bed, she sat up and took his thick length in her hands.
It was like holding hot, silk-covered steel. As she scooted closer, she looked up at his face.
His jaw was taut, a muscle flexing with quick tics. Dark eyes glittered down at her. “Take me in your mouth, darlin'."
Jessica swallowed. Finally she had the chance to do something she'd wanted to do for years—bring this man pleasure with her hands and mouth. She urged him onto the bed then, coming over him so that her hair trailed over his lower abdomen and thighs, she parted her lips and took the flared head of his cock into her mouth. She held him there, feeling his pulse beating against her tongue, and learned his shape. He tasted salty and maybe even slightly sweet—not unpleasant.
Then she worked him deeper, sucking as she pulled back. She put one hand on the bed to brace herself, and the other cupped his balls, rolling them lightly over her fingers.
He muttered encouragement and surged against her, driving more of his erection between her lips. Broad hands came up to tangle in her hair, holding her head at the angle he wanted as he began shuttling the thick stalk of flesh in and out of her mouth.
More pre-cum hit her tongue and his cock hardened even further. She took him as deep as she could, breathing through her nose and looking up at him from beneath her lashes.
"God, darlin', just like that.” His eyes closed as his head fell back. The strong column of his throat corded with tension. Sweat beaded across his skin, rolled slowly down the side of his face.
More salty fluid spilled against her tongue, and she sucked harder. She wanted to make him come this way, wanted to feel his climax jetting down her throat, wanted to see him lost in passion. Wanted to know that she was the one who'd taken him over the edge.
This was better than fantasy.
Much better.
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Nick kicked the bedcovers off his legs and tried to let the night air cool his naked body. He might have been successful had it not been for the impression of a hot, wet mouth surrounding his raging erection. His thighs tightened, his body arching with the need for release. Sweat gathered at his temples, ran down the sides of his face. He turned his head and let the pillowcase soak it up. He knew Brock and Jessica were making love—he could feel everything his twin did.
As he felt Brock's hands tighten around strands of silky hair, Nick's fingers clenched as if it was he who held Jessica's head, he who fed her his cock inch by screaming inch.
Heat prickled at the base of his spine. His balls drew up taut against his body. Nick wrapped one hand around his cock and stroked. With a strangled groan, he drove the back of his head into the pillow and bared his teeth as he felt his orgasm erupt. Hard spasms wracked him, drew every muscle tight. A harsh shout burst from his throat as semen jetted from his cock. He shuddered, chest heaving at the feel of soft lips milking the last drops from his straining shaft.
God in heaven, never had he felt anything that good. Ever. And it wasn't even real—it was only through the link he shared with Brock that Nick felt Jessica's sweet body.
He couldn't wait ‘til it was his turn.
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CHAPTER 6
Brock brushed sweat-dampened hair away from Jessica's brow, then bent and pressed his mouth to her throat. Her skin felt like satin against his lips. With a sigh, she tilted her head. He moved to the straining tendon in her neck and took a careful nip. Her shiver of response made him smile. It was a tight smile, much like his awakening erection.
He left her long enough to hunt down his wallet. Once he'd pulled the square packet out and had sheathed himself, he came back down over her.
He kissed a path down to one silken breast. “Beautiful,” he muttered against her skin. “So pretty and pink.” He licked across the peak and then suckled her slowly, deliberately. His eyes closed briefly. She tasted so fresh, like sweet, willing woman.
He stroked his hand between her thighs and found her slick and wet. When he pressed one finger deep inside her, she moaned and raised her hips into his touch. Brock took his erection in one hand and stroked it through her folds, slicking himself up with her cream. Then he entered her slowly, taking his time as he worked his shaft into her tight, hot cunt.
Holding her gaze, he kept pushing in until his balls rested against the curve of her buttocks. A dark flush rode high on her cheekbones, and her pupils were dilated so wide they almost swallowed up the chocolate brown of her irises. She raised her legs, locking her ankles behind his back, trying to pull him deeper.
Her inner muscles gripped his cock like a fist, so tight that, as he began thrusting in and out, each slide sent ecstasy blazing up his spine. He braced his palms beside her shoulders and rolled his hips, using every bit of skill he had, keeping his thrusts slow and deep though it was about to kill him. All he wanted was to ram her hard and fast, grind into her until he came. He clamped down on his control. He'd make sure he brought her to completion before he toppled over the edge himself.
Challenge lit the dark passion in Jessica's eyes. She tightened her legs around him and began to hunch her hips in short, teasing jabs that tested his control. “Come on, Brock. Is that all you got?"
If it wasn't for the fact that she was panting, her fingers digging into his biceps as she fought to contain her own arousal, trying to hold out longer than he could, he might have gotten mad. But, looking down at her, at those sparkling brown eyes, lush body and tight, creamy cunt, Brock realized something.
He liked her.
Oh, he went crazy with lust every time he saw her or thought about her, but here ... now...
He liked her. And he was damned well going to answer the challenge.
So he reared off her. Ignoring her frown, he scooped her legs up, draping her calves over his shoulders, and slid back into her again. Then he strummed his thumb over her clit, just to be sure he really had her attention.
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