Braydon(59)

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 f*ck that feels good,” he moaned. “Just like that. Ahh, damn. Suck me harder. Harder, Jess.”