Love's Suicide (Love's Suicide #1)(102)

I’d always been semi-modest with both Branch and Bobby. Neither of them gave me that self confidence that every woman looks for. Sure, both told me I was beautiful, but I never felt like it meant enough.

“I’d love to get a shower with you.” Brooks knew me inside and out, and for that reason, making decisions such as showering, was easy.

He pulled us off of the bed, and started leading me into the hall bathroom. The hallway was dark and we could see the dim light from underneath Branch’s room, letting us know they were still up. Once inside of the bathroom, Brooks shoved me against the wall, pinning my hands above my head. “I think it’s time to pay back my brother for all the nights I knew you two were together. What do you say? Do you feel like expressing yourself a little louder than usual?”

Those baby blues were showing the seriousness of what he wanted from me. Brooks wasn’t just wanting to get in the shower. He wanted Branch and Melissa to hear every detail of it.

I bit down on my lip and mimicked his wicked-evil grin. Loudly, without even agreeing to it, I moaned my answer. “Oh, yes. Give it to me, Brooks.” So what if we were being juvenile. I missed my old life and being in that house made me feel like a teenager again.

Being bad shouldn’t have felt so good, but there I was ripping off my clothes and watching Brooks doing the same. He leaned over and turned on the water, while I watched his ass and licked over my own lips.

For a second I remembered back to years before, when I thought Brooks and Branch were both equally defined. Brooks appeared to have spent a lot of time working on his physique. Though he wasn’t big and bulky, his muscles were all defined, making him even more desirable to me.

When he turned around, he caught me staring. I got a once over look and a big ornery smile. “You were just eyeing me up, weren’t you?”

I put my hands up. “Guilty. Maybe you should punish me.” I put one leg up on the tub and faced my back to him speaking loudly. “Maybe you should spank me.”

Honestly, knowing my history, I didn’t think he would really spank me. His hand came across my ass causing me to let out a loud yelp. The sting of it was lingering as I felt his hand rubbing it back out. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Sorry. I always wanted to do that. Don’t be mad.”

I smacked him on the shoulder, still whispering. “Jerk. That hurt.” I rubbed my sore butt cheek. “Okay, I probably should have said I was playing around. I’m not mad at all, but you do know that you’re going to kiss every inch of that cheek until the burn goes away, and then you’re going to wash me, until you’re ready to burst from the buildup.”

His lips brushed over my face. “It will be my pleasure, but when I’m done, I’m taking you back to bed and f*cking you all night long.”

Hearing him saying that word always gave me goose bumps. It was dirty and bad, albeit I wanted to experience both with him.

It’s exactly what happened, too. Brooks helped me into the shower and got behind me. He ran his wet hands up over my sensitive skin. The burn had already gone away, but I wasn’t about to share that with him, not when it felt so nice to be touched.

I leaned my head against the shower wall, when I felt him kissing me there, repeatedly. He sat down on his ass and began kissing the back of my thighs were my ass met my legs. I got goose bumps again and my legs began to shake. He played with my hole, running a finger full of soap over the opening. My legs were forced apart, where he first washed and massaged me and then played with it with his mouth. I felt him sucking on my most sensitive skin and all I could think about was that I’d been missing out on so much. I’d never been with a man; one that was more about pleasing me than himself.

By the time the shower was complete, every inch of my body was on fire. I needed him to satisfy my hunger and he knew it.

After wrapping me in a towel and one around his waist, he led me out of the bathroom. Branch came walking out of the bedroom in a pair of boxers. His scrawny build made me almost laugh, compared to his brother’s glistening wet skin.

“Hey, can you guys keep it down? Mel’s got a headache.”

Brooks being Brooks, turned and looked directly at his brother. “You may want to shove some paper in her ears, because we’re just getting started, bro.” He pulled me into his room and shut the door, like we were kids doing mischievous things.

“I can’t believe you said that,” I said as my towel was being pulled off.

“It wasn’t a lie, beautiful. Knowing it’s bothering him makes me want to go at it all night. I don’t think either of you thought about how thin these walls are. I could hear everything and Branch knew it. It’s time he gets paid back.”

I looked down at his arm. “How’s it feeling?”

He shrugged. “It’s manageable, why?”

I put my arms around his neck and jumped. He caught me and with ease my legs wrapped around him. “Because I also have reasons for wanting to piss him off.”

In reality, our lovemaking, or whatever he was calling it, only lasted about forty minutes. We were exhausted and knew B would be up as soon as the sun came up.

We’d proven our point, which was what we’d set out to do. It didn’t matter if we’d finished anyway, because when Brooks went out to use the bathroom, he came back with a very awake little girl.

I didn’t know whether we’d woken her, not that it mattered. Her bottom lip sticking out showed me that she was scared and it was good her daddy had heard her. He brought her in and put her right in the center of the bed. Since he had boxer-briefs on, and I was still in my birthday suit, I got up and put on underwear and a t-shirt.