Braydon

by Nicole Edwards

  Things were a blur from that moment on. At least until they were safely inside, his keys deposited on the table near the door and their lips once again fused together.

  “Jessie . . . Baby . . .”

  Jessie couldn’t speak because her heart was lodged in her throat. This was the moment she had been waiting for, the opportunity to have this man all to herself. At least once. She didn’t even want to hope for more at this point. She just wanted to forget about tomorrow or the next day. The only thing that mattered was the way Braydon was kissing her, touching her, keeping her close.

  When his hand slid down to her bare thigh, Jessie sighed into his mouth. His callused hands sent chills racing along her skin. “Braydon,” she pleaded.

  “Jess, it’s been so damn long,” he growled.

  It had been. Too long.

  Pulling away, Jessie grabbed his arm with one hand and her shoe with the other. She hopped on one foot and then the opposite until she was barefoot, but then she was in Braydon’s arms again. The man plundered her mouth, his hands firm and hot against her skin, his body hard beneath her palms.

  When she began pulling his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, he didn’t back up. His hands moved down to help her until finally she was touching hot, smooth skin. She caressed the angles and planes of his broad chest while she plunged her tongue into his mouth. During the fury to get closer, their teeth clashed together, but neither of them cared. This was the moment she’d been waiting for. This was the moment she’d dreamed about for longer than she cared to admit.

  Braydon’s thick fingers found the button on her shorts, and he deftly released it, then lowered the zipper before the denim slid down her legs and pooled at her ankles. Her shirt was the next thing to disappear, and standing there in her bra and panties, Jessie was anxious to get Braydon just as naked. If not more.

  But he wasn’t having any of it because his hands gripped her wrists, subduing her quest to unbutton his jeans. When she stilled, he released her and his hands slid up her arms, around to her back, and then down until he was cupping her ass. The muscles in his arms flexed and strained as he lifted her. Jessie clung to his neck and allowed him to pick her up, her legs immediately wrapping around him.

  The hard ridge of his erection ground intimately against her, but it was clear he had something else in mind, because Braydon began moving. She never stopped kissing him. Knocking his hat to the floor, she cupped his head, unable to slide her fingers through his hair because it was even shorter than it used to be. But she didn’t let go until he was lowering her to her bed.

  Time stood still as he stared down at her.

  Neither of them spoke. For that, she was grateful. There was no telling what might come out of her mouth, and the last thing she wanted was for either of them to stop this.

  Oh, mother of all things glorious. The man was beautiful. Tall, dark, and sleekly muscled. Jessie was pretty sure he had gotten even bigger since he left. Whatever it was, it looked good on Braydon.

  Much to her disappointment, he didn’t lose the jeans, but he did join her, his body moving atop hers. When she tried to pull him closer, he kept his weight balanced on his arms. Jessie practically molded her body to his, lifting her shoulders up off the bed as she held on to him, their mouths meeting again.

  Although the underlying tone spoke of something much deeper, this wasn’t a sweet joining. There wasn’t going to be anything gentle about their lovemaking. Not this time.

  “Jess,” Braydon said, lifting his mouth from hers. “It’s been a long time for me.”

  Jessie stared blankly at him. But . . . She’d thought . . . “You haven’t . . . ?”

  “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

  Why did she believe him? She wasn’t sure why, but she did. And that made her heart swell to twice its usual size.

  “What does that mean?” she asked seriously.

  The sexy smirk that tipped Braydon’s lips made her smile.

  “It means this first time probably won’t last long.”

  “I’m okay with that,” she told him, grinning. “We’ve got all night.”

  That was when she released him and slid her hands down between them. His position didn’t allow him to stop her when she reached for the button on his jeans again. While she watched his face, she unhooked the button, slid down the zipper, and then eased her hand inside until she felt the smooth length of him against her palm.

  “Fuck, Jess,” Braydon hissed. “Baby . . .”

  “You’ve got too many clothes on,” she told him. Since she wasn’t going to be able to undress him from her position beneath him, he was going to have to help.

  She kept her eyes trained on him when he got to his feet again. As he stripped, she watched in awe as his magnificent body was uncovered. It was like her own personal striptease, only the reward was going to be much more than just ogling one of the sexiest men alive.

  Before he tossed his jeans to the floor, he reached for his wallet and retrieved a condom from it. The leather then slapped the nightstand, but her attention was once again riveted to him as he ripped open the foil and then sheathed himself.

  Jessie’s body began to hum and her heart began to pound wildly as she accepted her fate. This was going to happen. She was going to make love to Braydon. And tomorrow, she would have to deal with the consequences.

  But for tonight, she promised herself that she wouldn’t worry about anything but loving this man. Because it might just be the first and the last time.

  FOREPLAY.

  That was one word that echoed in Braydon’s head, but he was having a hard time focusing. Especially when Jessie unclasped her bra, allowing the silky material to fall away, revealing the generous swells of her creamy white breasts and the puckered tips of her dusky pink nipples.

  His cock jerked in his hand and Braydon hoped like hell he could at least make this good for her. She’d said they had all night. He only hoped that was true, because he feared that when he slid inside her warm, wet heat, he’d last a minute. Maybe two.

  Reaching for her panties, Jessie began sliding them over her hips. Ever the helpful assistant, Braydon reached down and pulled them the rest of the way off. And then he was on top of her again, her soft, smooth skin brushing against him, her slender arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him close. He didn’t want to crush her, but the way she was twining herself around him was making it damn hard.

  The only option he could see was to reverse their positions, so that’s exactly what he did.

  Braydon rolled to his back, bringing her with him until she was straddling his hips. He was just about to kiss her when Jessie’s fingers wrapped around his cock and his breath locked in his chest. She stroked him once, and then her slick heat consumed him.

  “Jess!” Her name came out in multiple syllables as his mind whirred from the intensity of being inside of her.

  Braydon’s hands fisted in the comforter as he lay prone beneath her, scared to move.

  It was a damn good thing she was on top, because at the moment, he wasn’t sure his brain could command his body sufficiently. His muscles were rendered useless because all the blood in his body had taken a sudden, blinding detour.

  “Oh, fuck, Jessie,” he groaned when she began rocking against him, his oversensitive cock sliding into the hot depths of her pussy. His nerve endings had burst into flames, and that telltale tingle erupted at the base of his spine. He bit his lip to keep it at bay. At least a little while longer.

  “Braydon.”

  When she said his name, he opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he had closed them.

  Their eyes met and he saw the emotion swimming in the perfect blue staring back at him.

  “You feel so good,” she told him, and Braydon’s balls drew up tighter against his body.

  The need to fuck her until they were both sc
reaming was paralyzing him. He didn’t want this first time to be about getting off. He had always dreamed that the first time they were alone he would make love to her for hours. He would devour every inch of her body before he ever drove himself home. However, that wasn’t happening now. But he couldn’t seem to stop it.

  His hunger for her had multiplied by a million over the last few months, and having her there, naked, riding him . . . Oh, Christ, Jessie was riding him.

  It was more than his oxygen-starved brain could handle.

  Jessie leaned down, her hips continuing to rock. His cock tunneled deep inside of her, withdrew. Over and over his body was assaulted by mind-numbing sensation. She was in complete control, and he honestly thought his head was going to explode from the sheer ecstasy of it.

  “Come for me, Braydon,” she whispered, her breath fanning against his lips. “I can’t wait. It’s too much.”

  God, he was grateful that she was right there with him. So when she slowed her movements, Braydon gripped her waist, holding her still while he flexed his hips, driving up into her until she was moaning his name. Jessie never closed her eyes, never looked away from him. And that was what had him clinging to the precipice by his fingernails. The connection that he felt to this woman. It wasn’t just their bodies that had joined together. It was something much, much deeper.

  “Jess,” he growled. “Oh, damn. Baby. I can’t wait. Come for me, Jess. Please come for me.”

  Jessie’s body tightened, her inner muscles clamped down on his cock, and Braydon tried to count backward from one hundred, tried to hold off just a moment longer while she rode out her orgasm, but he couldn’t. He slammed up into her once, then again and again before he was groaning as his own orgasm overtook him, splintering his mind at the same time it shattered his body.

  AN HOUR LATER, Braydon was lying in Jessie’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. After he had disposed of the condom and cleaned up, he had returned to the bed with a warm washcloth to find Jessie dozing. As gently as he could, he had cleaned her too and then tossed the washcloth into the bathroom.

  Once he was in bed again, he pulled Jessie close until she nestled up against his side. Now, she was sleeping deeply, draped across him, and Braydon was convinced he had died and gone to heaven.

  Since the day he met Jessie, Braydon had thought about what it would be like to make love to her. Just the two of them alone. But what had transpired between them tonight was more than he had expected. That had been a down-and-dirty, take-the-edge-off joining. And yet it was the best sex Braydon had ever had in his life.

  Never having known what it was like to be with a woman alone, Braydon hadn’t quite expected that.

  Most people didn’t understand why he and Brendon had always shared their women. Why they engaged only in threesomes.

  Sometimes Braydon didn’t understand it himself.

  Since it was all he had ever known, he had never questioned it. As he had found out through the years, women didn’t seem to mind. Maybe it was some misguided fascination because they were twins; he didn’t know. But they had never lacked for women who wanted to experience the two of them at the same time.

  Braydon wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy it. He did. Immensely. Even when it had been Jessie. Especially when it had been Jessie. At first. And maybe that’s when things had gotten off track. Jessie wasn’t the normal, run-of-the-mill woman who had been interested in conquering twins and emerging the next day to tell the tale. That had actually happened more times than Braydon could count.

  So, yes, they had found their niche and exploited the hell out of it. As long as the woman was willing, Braydon and Brendon hadn’t been all that particular. They’d always been safe and never made promises they couldn’t keep. Rumors ran rampant through their small town, some started by the two of them, a lot of them started by the women they had been with.

  Jessie was the opposite of those women. From the beginning, Braydon had known she wasn’t the kiss-and-tell type. They had enjoyed themselves, but as though it was understood, none of them had talked about the need to be discreet. In fact, Brendon had pretty much taken to Jessie, and that was how Braydon had become the third wheel. Another first for Braydon and Brendon. Usually, there wasn’t a third, because it was only one night.

  With Jessie, one night turned into one week. One week turned into one month and so on and so forth until Braydon knew he was in love with her. Rather than share that news with Brendon or Jessie, Braydon had begun to worry. Only his confusion managed to flip their enjoyable encounters upside down until the three of them didn’t even know what was happening between them anymore.

  Jessie stirred and Braydon ran his fingers down her back, hoping to soothe her.

  “You’re still here,” she mumbled.

  She sounded surprised by the notion that he was still there, which only made him curious as to why. It wasn’t like he’d ever left her before.

  “I’m still here.” He didn’t intend on going anywhere, either. At least not unless she demanded that he go.

  “How are you feeling?” she asked, lifting her head. Their eyes met in the darkened room.

  “Fine. Why?”

  Jessie chuckled and the sound made his body harden almost immediately.

  When her fingers slid down his chest, over his stomach, then between his legs, Braydon knew he was done for.

  Her mouth soon followed as she trailed kisses along his skin. By the time she reached his cock, he was standing at full attention.

  “Jessie . . .” He had no idea what he wanted to say to her.

  “Hmmm?” she mumbled as the tip of her tongue snaked out and slid over the head of his cock.

  Braydon’s muscles tightened even more. “Baby.”

  “It’s my turn,” Jessie said.

  “I haven’t had my turn yet,” he imparted.

  “You’ll get yours in a little while.”

  Who was he to argue, especially when she wrapped her lips around his dick and sucked him into the scalding hot recesses of her perfect mouth?

  Lord have mercy!

  Braydon reached for the lamp on the bedside table and flipped it on. He wanted to watch her. Earlier they’d been a jumble of arms and legs, and he hadn’t been able to keep up long enough to really watch what was going on. Now was his chance.

  Reaching for her head, he twined the soft strands of her hair around his fingers and held it back so he could see the way her plump pink lips slid over his dick.

  “Do you know how hot that is?” he mumbled. “Jess . . .” Braydon groaned as she used the flat of her tongue to torment the sensitive underside. She eased her way down, then back up, using only her tongue to lave the swollen shaft. He watched as she paused, lapping at his balls until he was gripping her hair just a little too tightly. He instantly released it, doing his best to maintain his composure.

  “Suck me, Jess,” he encouraged. Braydon had never done a lot of talking during sex, but that was mostly because Brendon talked enough for the both of them. But he had wanted to. So he decided to chance it now. “Deeper, baby,” he encouraged, gently easing her head down over him, his cock sliding deep into her mouth.

  Palming her head, he urged her down, forcing her to take him further. Jessie didn’t stop. She met his gaze as she sucked his dick, and Braydon couldn’t have torn his eyes away if he had wanted to.

  “Keep talking,” she said, releasing him from her mouth.

  Braydon knew she saw the heat in his eyes as they flared. She wanted him to keep talking.

  He did.

  “Jessie, holy fuck that feels good,” he moaned. “Just like that. Ahh, damn. Suck me harder. Harder, Jess.”

  Jessie sucked him hard, her mouth clasping around him. She had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and the other slid between his legs, teasing his balls. “Lick them,” he told her.

  Her
eyebrow rose slightly, but she moved between his legs. She cupped his balls with her silky hand and slid her tongue over him before sucking his balls into her mouth one at a time. She teased him relentlessly, rolling them against her soft tongue before releasing him.

  Braydon was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t realize what she was planning to do until . . .

  “OH, FUCK,” BRAYDON groaned. “That feels . . . Fuck, that feels good.” Jessie was teasing his asshole with one of her fingers. She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to do it, but she did. She alternated between applying gentle pressure, by slowly pushing the very tip of her finger inside of him before pulling back.

  “Don’t stop, Jessie,” Braydon pleaded, his breaths sharp and exaggerated.

  Jessie moved and Braydon’s face fell. She could see the disappointment registered there. At least until he must’ve realized she was just resituating herself.

  “Bend your knees,” she instructed him, wanting to have more room to play.

  The look on Braydon’s face spurred her on. He was more than a little excited, which in turn made her body burn. She wanted to please him, wanted to show him things that would drive him wild. He had been the one to admit that he’d been holding back. She could cop to the same thing, but she hadn’t said it out loud.

  She couldn’t deny the fact that she loved sex. Both the physical aspect and the emotional one. But she too had been holding back. She always held back. Because if she didn’t, the repercussions would be more than she could handle. And because of that, she knew there were so many things she had yet to explore with a man, and she suddenly wanted to try them with Braydon.

  In all the months that she had spent with Brendon and Braydon, most of the attention was spent on her. Of course, she’d given the two of them plenty of blowjobs, but never had she been able to experiment. Their encounters had always been about her.

  Not that she was complaining.

  To her delight, Braydon bent his knees, placing his big feet flat on the bed while she positioned herself between his legs. He grabbed a pillow and propped up his head, watching her down the length of his body.