It didn’t seem to matter that Braydon and Brendon shared women, and it didn’t seem to matter that Braydon knew he’d be buried to the hilt within this woman before the night was out. The simple fact that she didn’t belong to him was making him crazy.
And it was a first.
Never before in his life had he wanted to stake a claim on a woman. Not until Jessie. And wouldn’t you fucking know it, Brendon had put the moves on her first which made Braydon officially the third in this little tryst of theirs. Something he’d never had a problem with until lately.
But there was something different about this woman. Something that he found himself drawn to on a level that was so much deeper than mere sexual chemistry. And the more time they spent together, the stronger his feelings for her seemed to get.
Leading Jessie into the kitchen, he grabbed three plates from the cabinet and three beers from the refrigerator before returning to join her at the center island that doubled as a bar. Jessie had already gotten comfortable, perched on the bar stool opposite him.
“How’s it going?” she asked.
Braydon paused in his pursuit to sate his hunger, holding the unwrapped taco in midair as he looked up at her, but he was surprised to see she wasn’t looking at him. In fact, it appeared she was avoiding eye contact at all costs.
“Good. You?”
Damn, they sounded like two nervous teenagers at a high school dance.
“Good,” she mumbled, reaching over to grab one of the tacos out of the plastic bag. When her hand brushed against his, Braydon held his breath, refusing to acknowledge what her simple touch did to him.
This was fucking crazy.
Wanting to drive his cock into her pussy while his brother took her ass was one thing, but the visions of the things he wanted to do to her – alone – were unsettling, to say the least.
He’d never been with a woman solo. During all of their relationships, Braydon and Brendon had shared their women. Since the very first time when they lost their virginity at fourteen. Which meant, by their combined participation, they managed to remain detached from the female in question. After all, having his brother present allowed him to remain emotionally detached, something he’d grown used to over the years. For him, it was all about pleasuring the woman. That was his only concern. Sure, the logic might not add up, but it was something neither of them had ever questioned.
Until Jessie.
With her… things were different.
At least for Braydon they were.
“Hey,” Brendon greeted Jessie when he came stomping into the room a few seconds later, running a towel through his damp hair. When he leaned over to kiss Jessie firmly on the mouth, Braydon found his hand had involuntarily clenched at his side.
This was such bullshit.
He was an idiot to think that a relationship with Jessie was even possible, but he knew he wasn’t just imagining the way she seemed to be distancing herself from Brendon and him. Or how Brendon had suddenly become standoffish when it came to her.
Something was changing between them. The dynamic was shifting, and unlike other times that they’d decided to move on from a regular fuck buddy, this felt different.
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Jessie
Jessie could feel the tension in the air. It was thick enough to strangle her. Grabbing her beer, she took a long pull and managed to avoid looking Braydon in the eyes.
The last time she’d been here, which had been about a week ago, she had noticed how distracted she’d been. How she never noticed it before, she had no idea. Rather than enjoying herself, hanging out with both of them, Jessie found her mind wandering more and more to Braydon.
And normally, that wouldn’t be a bad thing, except she was supposedly Brendon’s girlfriend. Although, girlfriend wasn’t quite the word she would use. Fuck buddy, maybe? Ok, that was a little harsh because truthfully, Brendon treated her better than just a fuck buddy. She talked to him every day, most of the time he was the one calling her even, and they saw each other several times a week.
Well, until recently. She had successfully managed to put a little distance between herself and Brendon and she was trying to do the same with Braydon. Only he wasn’t letting her.
For the last few weeks, they’d had side conversations, mostly by text, and Jessie found herself longing to talk to him more. There were times when she wished she could see him, only him. Only that wasn’t possible because the dynamic of their relationship didn’t work that way. And she knew Braydon wouldn’t do that to Brendon. Nor would she.
All of a sudden, there seemed to be a tremendous amount of turmoil churning between them. She was more and more uncomfortable being around them, and she sensed that there was some tension between the two of them as well.