Braydon (44 page)

JESSIE WAS PRETTY
sure Braydon was trying to make her crazy.

Not that she minded, because the orgasm that was slowly fading—the second one of the night—had been so worth it.

But now she wanted her turn.

When she managed to get her breathing back under control, Jessie smiled down at Braydon as he looked up at her from his position between her thighs.

“Okay, my turn,” she told him, forcing herself to her feet.

“Yeah? What’d you have in mind?”

“You’ll see,” she said as she made her way to her bedroom.

Because she didn’t want him to come in there and see what she was doing, Jessie hurried. She grabbed a bottle of lube and the small, thin vibrator she’d recently bought but never used. It took longer than she hoped to get the plastic package open and the batteries inserted, but thankfully Braydon didn’t come searching for her.

She made it back to the living room to find Braydon still lying in the same position he’d been in, his head turned as he watched her. She kept her newfound toys hidden as she assumed her position above him once again. This time she faced away from him, and she didn’t straddle his head.

“Don’t move,” she told him as she glanced back over her shoulder at him. “And no touching.”

“That’s not an easy task,” he replied as he placed his warm hands on her ass. “I like to play.”

“Me too,” she said, leaning forward and running her tongue along the length of his cock, making him shudder. His hands quickly stopped their teasing, but he didn’t release her. His grip was firm, yet he wasn’t hurting her. Jessie continued, easing her toys onto the edge of the sofa so that they wouldn’t get in the way.

For a few minutes, she focused on his cock, sucking, stroking, torturing him the same way he’d tortured her. When it seemed as though he was immersed in what she was doing, she pushed on his leg. Braydon hooked it over the back of the couch, the other on the floor. He was spread-eagle and completely exposed, which was perfect for what she intended.

“Fuck, Jess. Keep that up and I’m gonna come in your mouth.”

Jessie purposely slowed her ministrations, not wanting to push him over the edge just yet. She leaned over more, using her mouth to bathe his balls, licking them slowly, gently with soft strokes of her tongue.

“Oh, shit that feels good,” he moaned.

Because of the position she was in, he couldn’t stop her, couldn’t pull her head back, which gave her a lot more freedom than he usually allowed her to have.

And it was exactly the position she’d wanted to be in.

Using her mouth as a distraction, she reached for the lube and the vibrator. It wasn’t long before she had everything ready, the slender vibrator coated in lubricant. Once she was ready, she renewed her efforts by sliding her mouth over his cock, sucking him in deep until he was once again gripping her hips. And as she bobbed up and down on the smooth, thick length of him, Jessie used the tip of the vibrator to tease his asshole.

“Oh, fuck,” he growled. “Jessie.”

Her name was pretty much a warning, she could tell by the tone he had used, but she didn’t stop. She continued to tease him, slipping the very tip inside of him while she used her other hand to stroke his shaft, her mouth to suck on the engorged head.

“Jessie.”

That time he said it almost like a plea, so Jessie gave him just a little more, inserting the narrow end deeper inside of him. When his hips bucked upward, she drove a little deeper.

“Oh, damn, Jessie. Fuck, baby.”

“Does it hurt?” she asked, fearful that maybe he wasn’t asking her to continue.

“No. God, no. It . . . Fuck, it feels good.”

That was the encouragement she needed. She gripped his cock with one fist, slowly stroking him as she began fucking his ass slowly with the vibrator. She managed to get it all the way in and continued to fuck him slow and easy until his fingers were biting into the skin at her hips.

“Fuck me, Jessie,” he begged.

And because he asked, she delivered.

Releasing him from her grip briefly, she twisted the end to turn on the vibration, keeping it on low. When his body jerked, she stilled momentarily. “Still okay?” she asked.

“Better than okay,” he growled.

Jessie picked up where she left off, fucking his ass with the vibrator until he was holding her firmly, his cock bobbing in front of her. When she thought he was close enough, she leaned down and wrapped her lips around his dick, sucking him in deep as she increased the pace, aiming the vibrator for his prostate.

Yep, she found it.

“Sonuva-fucking-bitch!” Braydon roared. “Oh, hell, Jess. I’m coming!”

Jessie didn’t release him from her mouth as he came. She lapped him clean as she slowed the vibrator.

“Are you okay?” she asked over her shoulder when the sound of his rapid breaths began to slow somewhat.

“That was . . . Holy fuck. That was . . .”

Yeah, he was okay.

HALF AN HOUR
later, Braydon was still reeling from what Jessie had done to him.

Never in his life had he had a woman do something like that.

And holy shit. It had been incredible.

Now that he was lying in Jessie’s bed, her sexy body pressed up against him, he was trying to come up with some sort of payback. The little minx had known what she was doing.

“Quit thinking,” she said with a chuckle. “There’s nothing you can do to me that I won’t like.”

“Is that right?” he asked, his mind whirring with that admission.

He knew Jessie was open about sex. And he definitely liked the idea of experimenting with a lot of things in the future. But tonight, he wasn’t sure he could handle much more before he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to bury himself deep inside of her.

Turning his head, he met her gaze in the dim light from the lamp on the bedside table. Neither of them said anything for a long time; they were just content to look at one another.

Jessie was the one who broke the silence when she asked, “Will you make love to me? You know . . . that whole missionary thing I’ve heard so much about.”

Braydon laughed, but he rolled to his side and then propped himself over her, nestling his semi-hard cock between the warmth of her thighs. Their mouths met, their tongues sliding against one another, and Jessie’s hands came around to his back. She stroked over his skin slowly, sending chills racing along his spine. Braydon was grinding against her sweet pussy, his cock sliding between her folds until he was rock hard and ready for her again.

Without breaking the kiss, he shifted slightly and without using his hands, he managed to slide deep inside of her. The feel of her soft, wet heat engulfed him, making his head spin. Skin to skin.

He was pretty damn sure he would never get tired of this.

Neither of them were in a hurry, so Braydon kept his movements slow and steady, sliding in, withdrawing slowly. He continued the pace until his skin was hot and there was the tiny warning building in the base of his spine. He wasn’t going to last forever, and Jessie seemed to realize that, because her legs came up and wrapped around his hips, pulling him in deep when he thrust forward.

“I love you,” she whispered against his lips.

“I love you, too,” he told her.

“I promise you that I will never take you for granted again,” she said, her hand cupping his jaw as she stared up at him.

Braydon didn’t even know what to say to that. Those words touched his soul, and he couldn’t help but think they’d just made it to that next level. The one he’d never dared hope to make it to. With Jessie, he knew the road might be a little rocky, but he felt as though anything was possible.

“Braydon,” Jessie said, pulling his head down closer to hers. “I love you.”

Braydon slid deep inside of her, retreated. He continued, long, deep thrusts of his hips as they stared at one another. So this was what it felt like to make love to a woman. It was soul deep.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered back. “I’ll always love you.”

Jessie’s eyes widened slightly, as though she hadn’t been expecting him to say that.

Braydon added, “Now come for me, baby.”

She did.

And so did he.

EPILOGUE

O
ctober was just around the corner, which meant the summer had passed almost too quickly for his taste. As far as Braydon was concerned, fall in Texas was just an extension of summer, only a little more volatile.

Three months had gone by since he and Jessie had made a commitment to work things out between them. His life had only gotten better with every single minute that had passed. He expected that was going to continue, but he knew that what he was about to do would probably throw a wrench into the works. Hopefully not in a bad way, but certainly in a manner that was going to change the course of their lives.

That was the goal anyway.

Braydon was sitting at the dining room table, waiting for everyone to finish before the table was going to be cleared. It was another Sunday dinner with his parents, and just like normal, everyone was there. And by “everyone,” he meant the whole crew, including Jessie’s parents, who’d recently moved to town and were joining them for Sunday dinner whenever Jessie’s father, Joe, was home.

Of course, his brothers were there. Gage and Travis were practically hovering over Kylie, smothering her with attention. They only let up when she begged and pleaded for them to give her some space. And then that only lasted for a few minutes.

As far as Braydon was concerned, the woman looked absolutely miserable. If he heard correctly, she was like just shy of eight months pregnant, counting down the days until the baby was born. Travis and Gage apparently were too, but someone forgot to tell those guys that they still had several weeks to go. If he didn’t know better, Braydon would’ve thought Travis was getting ready to catch the baby just in case it popped out unexpectedly.

On the other side of the table from him, Brendon sat talking to Sawyer. Braydon was trying to tune them both out because they were talking about dogs.
Their
dogs. The same dogs that were currently running circles around the big dining room table, yapping excitedly every so often.

Not only had Sawyer gone and gotten himself a dog, but Brendon had, too. They’d all been shocked, especially Braydon because he had come home one evening to find a wiry-haired mutt sleeping in his chair. But it wasn’t like he could ridicule Brendon for the move, although he still didn’t understand it. The scrappy little dog, aptly named Scrap, gave Brendon something to focus on, so who was he to interfere?

Braydon was still worried about Brendon. Things had improved somewhat, but he knew Brendon was still having a difficult time dealing with everything. The drinking had slowed, from what Braydon could tell, but Brendon had managed to close himself off rather than opening up the way Braydon had hoped. On the positive side, Brendon was spending more time with Sawyer, and everyone knew that Sawyer could get anyone to open up, even if they didn’t necessarily want to.

But Sawyer was going to be crucial pretty soon because Braydon was about to do something that would ultimately change his and Brendon’s lives forever.

At the far end of the table, Braydon’s father was talking to his mother and Jared. He heard Curtis mention the name Walker Demo a few times, but even after straining to hear more, he couldn’t. So he’d left that conversation alone while he continued down the table. Zoey was next to Kaleb, Mason bouncing on Kaleb’s knee as he grabbed for anything and everything within reach, and they were both chatting it up with V and Zane. Zane was telling some crazy-ass story about his club at AI, and everyone was laughing, including Joe and Melissa, who were dividing their attention between all the conversations going on. As Braydon stared at Zane and V, he had to wonder whether the two of them would be making a big announcement sometime in the near future. But not tonight. Tonight he wanted the floor.

As he was turning to look at Jessie beside him, his gaze landed on Ethan and Beau. The two of them looked more at ease than he had probably ever seen them. Ethan was actually leaning in toward Beau, their heads just inches apart, and they were looking at one another as they spoke. Yeah, it was safe to say that Ethan had definitely found his happy. Braydon hoped like hell that lasted for the rest of their lives because if anyone deserved it, it was Ethan.

And finally, Braydon glanced to his left to the spot where Jessie was sitting. Her hand was resting on his thigh beneath the table and she was talking to Kylie, both of them laughing at Gage and Travis still hovering.

“Hey,” he whispered, getting her attention.

Jessie turned and looked at him, her smile lighting up her entire face.

“Did you get enough to eat?” he asked, nodding toward her half-empty plate.

“More than enough. It was great.” She leaned in closer to him. “I was thinking about saving room for dessert.”

Holy fuck. Braydon’s head started spinning. Just a few days ago, Jessie had busted out a jar of fudge sauce and proceeded to show him exactly how she preferred to eat it. Needless to say, by the time they were done, they had both needed a shower. The only thing he had to say . . . at least she hadn’t had a preference for
hot
fudge.