Braydon(70)

He hadn’t had the luxury of a blanket, so he’d had to refrain from touching himself. But now that they were in the truck, he wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer.

Jessie quietly buckled herself into the seat in the middle. She’d been nearly silent ever since they walked out of the theater hand in hand.

“What did you think of the movie?” he asked, grinning.

“What movie?” she mumbled.

“Liked it that much, huh?”

Jessie merely grunted, her hand making its way to his knee. Her simple touch set his body aflame. He was pretty damn sure his cock had an imprint of his zipper on it, and the ache hadn’t subsided even a little.

“Whatcha doin, darlin’?” he asked, his voice coming out choppy and uneven as Jessie’s hand slid toward his balls.

“Nothin’,” she said sweetly. “You just concentrate on driving.”

Right. “In your dreams,” he whispered.

It was only a few minutes before they entered the highway and Braydon pointed the truck toward home. Screw dinner. They’d nuke something in the microwave later. Right now, his mind couldn’t contemplate anything except for Jessie’s smooth fingers as she slid her hand over his now freed cock. For the last couple of minutes she had determinedly worked to release him from the confines of his jeans.

“Fuck,” he groaned, forcing his eyes to stay focused on the road. “Do you know how dangerous this is?”

“It’s not dangerous if you pay attention.”

“Honey, that’s damn near impossible when you’re stroking my cock like that.”

“Have you always been like that?” she asked, and Braydon had to force some of the blood away from his throbbing dick just to make sense of what she said.

“Like what?”

“So forward when it comes to sex, just not vocal about it.”

He darted a look at her briefly and then turned his attention back to the road. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

Jessie’s hand squeezed his cock and he swallowed hard.

“Don’t play coy with me, Braydon Walker.”

Braydon chuckled as he caught his breath.

“The way you talked last night,” she began, “when we were in bed. And then today. I’ve never heard you talk like that before.”

“Does it bother you?” he asked, knowing damn well that she liked it.

“Not at all. I just hadn’t expected it.”

“If you want me to apologize, I don’t plan to,” he told her now, glancing sideways at her.

He saw her smile, radiant and beautiful in the dim light from the dashboard.

“But you’re such a sweet man,” she said, and he was pretty sure she was teasing. God, he hoped she was teasing.

“Sweet?”

“Yeah, you know . . . Everyone’s friend. The guy women want to talk to, share their intimate secrets with.”

Jessie talked as though they were having a normal, everyday conversation, but she was stroking his bare cock gently, almost reverently, and Braydon had to bite his lip to keep his focus.

“If that was the case, it wasn’t intentional.” Although he knew it was true. There were plenty of times that he had been the guy to clean up the mess that Brendon left behind. Women trusted him. It was a blessing and a curse.

“Do you want me to go back to being that guy, Jess?”

“Not at all. In fact, I like this side of you. I think you should let it all out.”

“Doll, I’m pretty sure you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Don’t I?”

Braydon’s thoughts slipped away as Jessie continued to jack his cock, nearly making his eyes cross. “Baby, as good as that feels, you’re gonna have to stop,” he breathed out roughly, taking one hand off the wheel to still her hand.

“Feels too good?”

“Yeah. But when we get back to your place, feel free to pick up where we left off.”

Before she could offer a rebuttal, Braydon’s cell phone rang. Jessie released him and Braydon managed to tuck himself back into his jeans. Barely. Grabbing for his phone, he hit the Talk button before the last ring would send the caller to voice mail.

“What’s up?” he asked, disguising the desperate need in his voice.

“Bray,” Sawyer said into the phone.

Something was wrong. He could hear it in his brother’s voice, but more than that, something started aching in his chest. It was deep, painful. Before he could get the next question out, Braydon was consumed by it.

“Where’s Brendon?” Braydon asked immediately.

“He’s on his way to the hospital,” Sawyer said, his voice calm. “He’s been in an accident.”

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Braydon’s hands started trembling, and for a brief moment, he thought he would have to pull over. It was as though someone else had taken over his body. He felt a blinding pain, one that started in his gut and radiated outward.

“Which hospital?” Braydon wasn’t about to ask for details on the phone. He needed to get to the hospital.

“Where Zoey had her baby.” Sawyer paused, but the silence didn’t last long. “I’m following the ambulance, Braydon.”