Eternal Brand (12 page)

Chapter Fourteen

Jet's pulse, already pounding, kicked into its highest gear. How could a man look so damn good in faded jeans and an old flannel shirt?

“I suggested to Jet that he stay with us.” There was no uncertainty in Emily's voice, but Jet sensed it in the way she held her breath. “He has to work in the area for the next week or two at least. It doesn't make sense for him to pay for a room in Leyton's when there's plenty of space here.”

“You'd be okay with him staying?”

Emily's unequivocal response made Jet's spirits lift. “Yes.”

Brand was silent for a drawn-out moment. His gaze tracked over them, taking in how close they were and the way Emily clung to Jet. Something flared in his eyes, something that Jet thought was jealousy until Brand raised his eyes again and Jet read it properly.

Heat. Desire. Primal lust. That look alone made Jet's erection prod against Emily's belly. A gasp fell out of her, as though she felt his response. Yet she didn't take her eyes off Brand. Neither of them did.

“How do you think this is going to work, Emily?” Brand used his big shoulder to push off the doorjamb. He walked into the room, slowly. A tiger circling something he was planning to eat. “Do you want free range to play with Jet? Is that it?”

Jet heard her swallow. “That's part of it.”

“Go ahead then,” Brand said, his tone almost conversational. “Play with him. I won't get mad.”

Jet sucked in a breath while Emily blew one out. The warmth of it fanned over Jet's chest, making it tingle. His dick hardened further when she turned and placed a kiss on his left pectoral.

It was the same place she'd been kissing him before Brand walked in. Having her lips on him then had been arousing enough. Having her trail kisses over his flesh while Brand watched, his gray eyes filled with intense heat, was fever inducing. A hot shiver ran through Jet. It only got worse when Emily started lifting his shirt and the cool morning air touched his skin.

“Em…” He uttered her name as though in protest, but at the same time he lifted his arms, enabling her to remove his shirt. Why was he objecting anyway? Hadn't he just decided to take a risk, to stay and steal time with Emily and Brand?

Was it because now that the decision had been made, there was something in Emily's touch, in Brand's watchful gaze, that scorched him? Last night had been hot, but it had happened spontaneously. None of them had known how long it would last or where it would lead. This was deliberate.

This seared him from the outside in.

Emily kissed a trail over his bared skin, taking her time to tongue each of his nipples in the process. When she headed south, toward his abs, he sucked in a breath that made them bunch under her lips.

“Em…”

Jet thought for a moment it was he who'd whispered her name, but he recognized Brand's voice, the way it turned thick and raspy when he was aroused. Jet turned his head to see Brand now sitting on the end of the bed, his arms hooked over the timber frame. The pose looked casual, but there was nothing casual about Brand's eyes. Nothing casual about the bulge that had formed in the front of his jeans.

Brand's gaze locked on Jet's while he spoke to Emily. “Take out his cock, Em. I know you want to play with it.”

Fuck.
Jet couldn't move or breathe as Emily hastened to do Brand's bidding. She'd said before she didn't need Brand's permission, but his instruction made her hands move fast and fumble in their eagerness. Jet helped her with his fly, because Christ, he'd never wanted a woman's mouth on him more in his life.

“She can do it.” Brand's statement was forged in steel. “You put your hands behind your head and leave her to it.”

Following his order seemed as natural as breathing. Between the two of them Brand had always been the top, and while outside the bedroom Jet had never hesitated to tell Brand to fuck off when he tried to get bossy, in the bedroom it had been a different story. Jet kept his eyes on Brand's as he locked his hands behind his head.

Emily finally released his cock from the confines of denim and cotton. Her hot breath kissed him, making his staff swell and stretch. When she wrapped her hand around it, Jet issued a muttered curse.

But Brand stopped her before she could take him in. “Not yet. I need to see how much you want Jet. Show me why you want him to stay.” His gaze slid over her. “Take off that shirt.”

Jet tore his eyes off Brand to watch as Emily's trembling fingers started working the buttons of the flannel. She revealed her skin inch by inch, until all the buttons of the garment were open. Then she peeled it off to reveal the high, round globes of her breasts, their crests a puckered, dusky pink as tasty looking as ripe berries.

Jet had seen her naked last night, but somehow in the morning light she was even more exquisite. Jet's fingers unlinked as he instinctively reached for her.

“Don't.”

Brand's rapid-fire demand made Jet freeze. “Fuck, Brand. She's too beautiful.”

“I know how beautiful she is. But touch her and you'll be using your hand to get off instead of her mouth.”

Biting back a groan, Jet put his hands together behind his head once more. This time he linked them tightly to remind himself to resist temptation. He wanted to touch Emily so bad his fingers itched, but he wanted her mouth on him more. And he had to follow Brand's orders, because that had always gotten him hot.

Emily watched Jet do as he was told. The surprise in her green irises was obvious. Jet deduced that Brand had never been bossy with her. Commanding and very male, yes. But bossy and totally alpha, no. Jet wondered if she was already regretting asking him to stay.

But then he looked down and saw how hard her nipples were, how rapidly she was breathing. She was turned on to the point of desperation. Her voice was breathy with need. “Brand, please. I want him to touch me.”

Brand shifted onto his knees and used them to scoot close to Emily. He reached for one rounded breast and molded it in his hand. “How about me? Will I do?”

“God.” Emily arched into his touch. Her eyes drifted closed and her head fell back on his shoulder. “I need you.”

“But you want Jet to stay because you need him too. Is that it?”

Emily lifted her head, tilting it so she could see Brand's face and he could see hers. “No. I want him. I like him. I'm turned on by him. But
you
need him.”

Damn, she was gutsy. Challenging Brand while he was in this mood was dangerous, but her gaze didn't waver even as Brand's grew chilly. Reminding Brand that he had vulnerabilities when he had no desire to recognize them was a hell of a brave move. Admiration swelled within him. A smile tickled his lips.

And this woman
liked him
.
Of all the things she'd said, that was the one that made his heart go pitty-pat. Damn. He liked her too. A lot. So much he knew he could easily fall for her if he stayed. Was he crazy to agree to this?

“Down on your hands and knees, Emily,” Brand said, his voice rough, no-nonsense. Today was not the day he would admit to needing anyone. “Get ready to swallow some cock.”

Jet figured he was totally and completely crazy. But by God, there was no way he could leave. His pulse leapt into overdrive when Emily got herself into position in front of him. He didn't know what was sexier—watching her arch into Brand's touch as he played with her breasts or seeing her on all fours, her ass in the air and her mouth only inches from his cock.

Or watching Brand take off his shirt with jerky movements. His body was so damn
fine
. All muscle and sinew and light dusting of hair in intriguing places. Jet's erection strained, both from the sight of Brand disrobing and from the sensation of hot breath fanning over his swollen cock head.

Brand dragged his gaze away from Emily's ass to Jet's face as he lowered his fly. Jet stared, his throat dry, as Brand lowered his jeans and let his thick staff bob out. Jet longed to take hold of Emily's head and ease his cock into her mouth because watching Brand reveal himself was that arousing. One touch of Emily's lips and the sight of Brand's naked form in the illuminating light of morning would probably be enough to make him come.

He kept his hands locked tight behind his head because being at Brand's beck and call was more satisfying than taking what he wanted would have been. He'd always been vulnerable to Brand in this way. Brand was the only man who'd ever gotten away with it.

Back on his knees behind Emily, Brand reached between her legs. Jet heard the faint sucking sounds as he penetrated her wet pussy with his fingers. “So fucking wet. Ready to be fucked front and back.”

“God, yes.” Emily rocked her hips, pushing back onto Brand's fingers.

“Do it then. Take Jet's cock in your mouth, Emily. Do it slow.”

From the first touch of her lips, Jet knew slow was going to kill him. Her tongue was a hot wet glide, her mouth a slick fist that wrapped around him. Letting out a groan, Jet rocked his hips, seeking a greater depth.

“Don't move, Jet. Don't you dare fuck her mouth until she's ready.”

“Jesus. Fuck.”

A hundred other swear words went through Jet's head as he forced himself to halt his movements. He didn't want to overwhelm Emily. He couldn't deny Brand anything. His cock hummed as Emily moaned, with appreciation or frustration he couldn't tell. But a second later she started sucking him in earnest, working her head up and down and hollowing her cheeks. Jet could do nothing but stand there and enjoy.

And try not to faint.

“That's it, sweetheart. You're doing great.” Brand was gazing at the juncture of Emily's thighs, at the opening of her body as it moved back and forth, mere millimeters from his cock. Jet watched his expression, saw the iron control melt into something more soft and malleable. “You make me need to take you so bad.”

He slipped inside her then, his eyes closed in surrender as he found rapture in her hot depths. In that moment, Jet saw it. The vulnerability, the weakness. There was a spot inside Brand that hadn't grown calloused from all his rough experiences. Somewhere inside him it was there, and only Emily could access it.

Emily had told him Brand needed the freedom of being his complete self and that only Jet could help him with that. Jet saw now that Emily was just as vital to Brand, yet in a different way. If they came at him from those different angles…

God, could this really work? Could the love of two people somehow make Brand whole?

All coherent thought left him a second later when Brand drove inside Emily again, harder this time. The action thrust her forward, forcing more of Jet's cock into her mouth. Jet's hands clenched into fists against his skull. His mind blanked as Emily relaxed her throat and somehow managed to take him all in, over and over. Jet stood stock-still, unable to move now, not merely unwilling because of Brand's direction. He was stunned by the glorious sensations.

“Open your eyes.”

Jet opened them to see Brand there behind Emily, his hips thrusting as he fucked her. His cock was buried deep inside her, his hands were on her hips, holding her in place. But his eyes…his eyes were on Jet.

“Fuck Emily's mouth now. Come for me.”

Jet needed no further urging. He barely needed to thrust his hips a few times before his balls exploded. The heat burned his shaft, leaving his body and spilling into Emily's, all the way into the back of her throat. She moaned as she swallowed his offering, her body gyrating between his and Brand's. Jet watched, enraptured and entranced, as she moved sinuously between them, her smooth curves writhing in an ecstatic dance too lovely to turn away from.

But when Brand released himself too, Jet had to see it. He studied Brand's face as he pounded into Emily. He threw his head back as he gave in to orgasm with guttural sounds that seemed ripped right from his throat.

It was all so incredible. So astonishing in its beauty. Jet could barely breathe, although he'd climaxed first and should have been the first to regain his equilibrium. He somehow managed to extricate himself from Emily's mouth, dimly aware that maybe she was having trouble breathing for different reasons. He brought his hands down from behind his head to cradle hers. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “Brilliant.”

“Did you… Hell. I'm not even sure if you came.”

She laughed like his question was silly. “Duh, I came. Dork.”

Jet laughed too, and in the process his oxygen levels somehow improved. “That's great then. Glad someone took care of that.”

“Brand always takes care of me.”

She smiled serenely, content in the knowledge of Brand's love, as he gathered her up against his body, her back to his front. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, and she slid one hand around Brand's nape, pulling him in for an intimate kiss. For a moment, Jet was on the outer, and as beautiful as Brand and Emily were to watch, he knew watching wasn't enough for him. He wanted in, and there was no guarantee Brand would allow that, or that Emily would want it after the novelty of three-way sex wore off for her.

But the second the concerns entered his mind, Emily turned to him and extended her hand. Jet slipped his fingers through hers and allowed her to tug him onto the bed. She offered her lips, and he took them, tasting Brand's kiss and his own essence on her tongue.

Emily drew back and looked at him. “You enjoyed making love that way, didn't you?”

“What's not to enjoy?”

She smiled. “I don't just mean getting a blow job.”

Jet's gaze flicked to Brand's. Brand was watching him steadily, the knowledge already in his eyes. Jet tilted his lips. “Yeah, I kinda dig it when Brand gets dominating.”

“Me too,” Emily sighed.

Brand continued to stare at Jet. “Now that we have that settled, you two should know that if we do this thing—this thing with the thee of us—we do it my way. Is that going to be a problem?”