Holidays with the Walker Brothers (Alluring Indulgence #4)(40)
Author: Nicole Edwards

When Braydon pressed against Jessie’s front, his hands coming to rest on her hips, Brendon embraced the comfort that came with knowing this was simple. He didn’t have to make it any harder than it should be.

Braydon was his twin and truthfully, he had no claim on Jessie, so he had no right to be jealous. Wanting to claim her as his own was asinine because no matter what, he wasn’t in love with her. Again, she was the security that he needed.

Especially when other feelings returned. Ones that he knew weren’t worth the time or effort because based on what he needed, having a real relationship with a woman wasn’t in his cards. So any thought of it possibly happening for him, no matter who the woman was, were better left alone. What had happened with Cheyenne would never happen again, and it was time for Brendon to move on.

Jessie allowed him to do that. She offered them the opportunity for a stable relationship without the worry of her wanting a happily ever after.

Using one hand, he pushed her long hair over one shoulder, his other hand moving to gently clasp her throat as he pulled her head back toward him. She was tall, which gave him freedoms he hadn’t had with some women. He could tilt his head down and press his lips to the back of her neck without having to bend over to reach her.

“God you taste good,” he whispered as he ran his tongue over the back of her neck. “Are you ready to get naked for us, Jessie?”

And just like nothing had happened, the three of them moved in tandem, clothes being discarded, emotions being left behind. The only thing that mattered was Jessie’s pleasure, and the lengthy sighs that were coming from her told Brendon that they were doing something right.

Somehow he managed to walk them back toward the couch without paying attention to anything other than palming her bare breasts and sucking lightly at the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.

“I need to be inside you,” Brendon told her.

“Yes, now,” she pleaded as she pulled her lips from Braydon’s.

It was as though they’d worn themselves out with the encounter earlier, and now the only option was to get on with it, to lose themselves in the pleasure like it would help to eradicate the turmoil that would still be lingering underneath. At least for now, they could pretend to forget.

“Turn around,” Brendon instructed as he took one step back, pushing his jeans down and off with hurried movements. Once he was completely naked, he sheathed himself with a condom. When she turned to face him, he fell onto the couch, pulling her down onto his lap. “Ride my cock, Jessie.”

He was taken by surprise when she promptly did as he instructed, taking his cock in her hand and guiding him right to her slick, wet pussy before lowering down onto him slowly. After he was immersed inside of her, Jessie’s movements were no longer gentle, her eagerness apparent in the way she took him hard and deep.

Brendon gripped her hips, focusing on the overwhelming grip of her tight pussy, the way her muscles gripped his cock like a smooth, velvet vice. Before he allowed himself to get too lost in her, the only anchor keeping him in the here and now was the rustle of a foil packet as Braydon prepared himself. Despite the fact that he couldn’t look Braydon in the eyes after the stunt he had pulled, he was grateful that his brother could forgive him. At least he hoped he did.

As Brendon took his own pleasure from Jessie, his hands on her hips as she lifted and lowered on his cock, her tongue dueling with his, he waited for Braydon to join them.

The sound of a cap being opened and then closed had Jessie shifting her position. She knew what they needed right now. They both needed her. At the same time.

“Lean forward,” Braydon instructed.

Brendon managed to shift slightly, allowing Jessie to lay on top of him, giving Braydon enough space to move in behind her. For a brief second, Jessie stilled as Braydon got in position.

“Yes, Braydon,” she moaned. “I want to feel you inside me.”

As Braydon slid inside of Jessie’s ass, both of them filling her completely, Brendon had to bite his lip. She was so fucking tight, almost too tight. And the pressure was intense.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “I need you both to fuck me now.”

Brendon pressed his lips to Jessie’s, holding the back of her head firmly as he thrust up into her, establishing an alternating rhythm with Braydon that lessened the discomfort and had him solely focused on Jessie.

When she broke the kiss, staring down at him with half closed lids, he searched for that connection with her. The one he wanted to be there because he needed it to be.

“Awww, fuck,” Braydon growled. “Jessie, baby.”

She turned her head, pulling away from him and closer to Braydon, and that’s when he knew. It didn’t matter what he wanted or that he had some warped sense of security having Braydon there, his brother didn’t feel the same.