“Suck me, Jessie,” he whispered, guiding her head so that she was taking his dick deep in her mouth. Even as he saw Cheyenne’s beautiful face in his mind’s eye, Brendon reminded himself that this was Jessie. She was the one pleasuring him with such exquisite skill, he wasn’t going to last forever.
The warmth of her mouth disappeared briefly and her soft moan had Brendon opening his eyes. He glanced down to see Braydon lined up behind her, his dick in his hand as he began sliding it home. Jessie was pushing back against him, mumbling his name over and over. Finally, she returned her attention to Brendon, wrapping her soft lips around his cock, one hand fondling his balls.
The three of them remained like that for a few minutes, Jessie sucking Brendon, sending chills racing down his spine as she pushed him closer and closer to release while Braydon fucked her from behind. When he did bother to open his eyes, which wasn’t often, Brendon noticed the look on his twin’s face, the longing that seemed to be reflected there, all directed toward Jessie.
God, what the hell had the three of them gotten themselves into?
“Fuck,” Brendon groaned when Jessie began bobbing furiously on his cock, one hand still gently kneading his balls, the other wrapped around the base of his shaft as she stroked him in time to her sucking. “That’s good, baby. So fucking good. Make me come, Jessie. I want to come in your mouth, watch you swallow. And then I’ll watch you get fucked. Do you want that?”
Jessie didn’t speak, but he felt the vibration from her moan as it raced up his cock. “Oh, yeah! Jessie! Damn, baby! Fuck yes!” Brendon couldn’t hold back any longer. With his eyes closed yet again, he thought about Cheyenne, what her pretty pink lips would look like wrapped around him, and he came with a rush.
He did just as he said he would. When he was spent, Brendon stepped away, his eyes glued to Jessie’s gorgeous curves, watching her full breasts as they rocked with Braydon’s punishing thrusts from behind. Her eyes were closed, her fingertips latched onto the counter in front of her. She was doing her best to remain quiet, he knew she was. Jessie was quite responsive and she didn’t have an issue voicing her enjoyment. But this certainly wasn’t the place for them to get caught going at it in a storeroom.
“Jess,” Braydon groaned. “I’m close, baby. Come for me, Jess. Come all over my cock.”
Jessie cried out, her body stilling as Braydon continued to plow her from behind. Brendon remained standing, watching her intently, wondering why the hell she couldn’t be the woman that he wanted more than his next breath.
She was certainly everything he should want, but for whatever reason, Cupid was being a cruel and brutal bitch where Brendon’s love life was concerned. It wasn’t enough that he hated himself for using Jessie, knowing what his twin felt for her. If he’d been a better man, he would’ve walked away, would’ve tried to push the two of them together because it was so goddamn evident that they wanted each other. But he wasn’t that man. He wasn’t.
The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Jessie or Braydon. He would never purposely sabotage what they might have, but he just didn’t know how to let go, how to move forward. He was selfish, he knew that. But he wasn’t being that way out of spite. His need to keep his twin from abandoning him was making it impossible for him to do the right thing.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Braydon roared, his body stilling behind Jessie as he came.
It wasn’t long before Braydon was pulling out and when he went to dispose of the condom, Brendon helped Jessie to stand, wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss to her temple. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about Jessie. Or that he wasn’t attracted to her. He was. A great deal, in fact.
He just didn’t have the same overwhelming physical response to her as he did to Cheyenne.
And since Cheyenne wasn’t willing to give in to him and Braydon, Brendon knew he had to hold out, bide some time until she came around. Hopefully just a little while longer.
The idea that he could’ve possibly stooped low enough to use Jessie, a woman he considered a friend, made his stomach churn. He’d turned into a world-class asshole somewhere along the way. And as much as he wanted to solely blame Cheyenne for waltzing into his world and turning it upside down, he knew that wasn’t the only reason for his less-than-desirable attitude, yet he couldn’t shake it.
Meeting Braydon’s gaze, Brendon swallowed hard. He had to make this right. He had to take a step back, give them a chance.
The fucked-up part about it all was that he just didn’t know how to do that.
FROM THE MOMENT Braydon stepped out of the storeroom, following close behind Brendon and Jessie, to the time they came face-to-face with Cheyenne just outside the door, things went to shit fast.