Eternal Brand (14 page)

“Jet…Christ.”

Despite being the sexual top in their relationship, Brand had never felt as in command as he appeared when it came to Jet. He thrust in ever more frantic motions. It didn't take long before the liquid heat gathered momentum, and he knew he was going to lose it. He growled, “Get ready to swallow my come. I've got a load of it all for you.”

Jet moaned in anticipation, the vibration in his throat making Brand's cock shudder with delight. Jet flicked his tongue, squeezed Brand's balls, sucked him with relentless pressure until Brand had no restraint left. He climaxed in a blinding flash of ecstasy, letting out a long, low groan as Jet eagerly drank what he released.

It was only afterward, when his limbs were jelly and the fog of lust cleared from his mind, that Brand realized what he'd done. He'd let Jet get him off when Emily wasn't around, the first time that had happened in the week Jet had been here. On every occasion it had been the three of them—until now.

Jet stood and wrapped an arm around Brand's shoulders, holding him close in his weakened state. “Man, I can't get enough of doing that to you.”

Brand's lips curved against Jet's throat. “That's because you like being on your knees.”

“Or because I like bringing you to yours.”

Jet stroked the short hairs at Brand's nape, while Brand remained quiet, not refuting the idea that Jet mastered him most of the time. He couldn't. He was the one whose limbs weren't functional at the moment.

Eventually, Brand straightened and tucked his now flaccid dick back into his jeans. Jet watched him pensively. “You never tell me where your mind goes. Afterwards I mean. What do you think about?”

“This time? About Emily.” Brand tilted his lips ruefully. “Sorry.”

“Don't be. She has a way of sticking in your mind.” Jet continued to study Brand with that same shrewd look that saw too much. “I don't think she'd object to what we did.”

Christ. How did the man always know how to read him? “Guess I feel like I should have checked first.”

“Should I check if I want to fuck Emily while you're not around?”

Brand stilled. “Do you?”

“The woman turns me on like nobody's business. I've stopped myself a couple of times because I wasn't sure if you're both okay with it.”

Maybe a normal guy would have felt possessive at the idea of another man wanting to have sex with his girlfriend. Brand had never figured himself as normal, so he didn't struggle too hard with the fact it turned him on instead. Emily and Jet were spectacular together. How could he object to something so perfect? Something that made them both happy?

“Other than being disappointed to miss the show, I guess I'm all right with it. But it's Emily you should be asking.”

Jet grinned. “Oh, I will.”

Brand couldn't help returning the smile. “Cheeky bastard, aren't ya?”

“Horny bastard, more like.” Jet adjusted his jeans pointedly. “How long am I going to have to wait to get my situation resolved, huh?”

“Not too long.” Brand cupped the bulge behind Jet's fly. “But I like the idea of you sitting all through dinner with a giant boner. Maybe afterward I'll tell Emily to suck it for you while I watch. Tell her she can't use her hands just to make it tricky.”

“Sadistic prick,” Jet complained, even as he thrust his hips into Brand's touch.

“Nah. I just know what you like.” Giving Jet one final squeeze, Brand released him. “Let's head inside. I need a shower.”

“And I
didn't
need the mental picture of you in the shower, thanks very much,” Jet groused.

Brand laughed, feeling buoyant as he rarely felt. Jet had always made him forget himself that way, made him laugh and feel good, until he felt so good Brand got scared and did a disappearing act.

Not this time. Jet would be the one to leave, as he would have to eventually for his job. A slight change in the pattern which wouldn't change the ultimate outcome. With him and Jet, the timing was always off. They'd never been able to work as a couple, but as mates and lovers they worked just fine.

Brand couldn't resist taking what he could get while it was on offer.

Chapter Sixteen

The next two weeks passed in a blur of passion and laughter that had Emily surfing on Cloud Nine. When Brand had suggested Jet stay on at Mulholland even after his photography assignment was finished, Emily had agreed with enthusiasm. She loved having Jet around, but she'd figured she might have her work cut out for her convincing Brand to ask him to stay. To have Brand bring the idea to her as a fait accompli was more than she'd dared hope for.

And it had to mean Brand was happy with the way things were, which was all she wanted for him. Happiness. Completion. She'd noticed he was smiling more, laughing on a semiregular basis. It did her soul good.

As for what went on in the bedroom…suffice it to say she was one very satisfied woman. Brand had always been a wonderful lover, but since Jet had arrived something had changed in their lovemaking. It wasn't merely the fact there was another person in bed with them. Brand had become more explicit about what he wanted. He didn't hold back from telling her what would please him, and oftentimes what pleased him was to watch her make love to Jet.

Emily turned off the shower taps, the warm water having suddenly grown too hot for her flushed skin. A mental picture of the night before flickered through her mind as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel.

Brand had lain on his side, propped on one elbow to study her every move. He'd told her how to touch Jet, how fast and deep to take him in her mouth. Then when she'd been overcome by her own needs and she'd straddled Jet, Brand's huskily issued instructions had kept her movements slow. And when Jet had taken her breasts in his mouth, it had been Brand who'd told him how to work his tongue, when to use his teeth.

A fresh wave of arousal washed over Emily at the memory. Having Brand be so dominant was crazy hot, but just as exciting was having Jet beneath her, his gaze clinging to hers as she rode him, his hands shaping her breasts, his mouth possessing hers in that final moment when they both shattered. The man was every bit as compelling as Brand.

It's possible you like him a tad too much, Emily. He's not going to hang around forever.

She was jolted from her thoughts when the man in question knocked on the bathroom door. “You fallen down the drain hole in there? I thought you wanted to get to Billings early.”

“I'll be right out.”

Emily quickly dried her hair, then wrapped the towel around her body once more. Business was always a bit slower in winter, but they had picked up two more clients looking for long-term accommodation for their horses. The vital expenses were taken care of, and there were enough tourists looking for an exciting beach ride to provide money for extra things.

Like new clothes. Less than a week out from Penny's party, and Emily had nothing to wear but jeans and dirty boots. Yesterday she'd mentioned needing to take a trip into Billings to buy something party appropriate, and Jet had said he needed some new filter lenses for his camera so they'd agreed to go together.

Securing the towel between her breasts, Emily opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam. Jet was waiting in the hallway. When she emerged his eyes tracked over her in open appreciation. “On second thought, don't hurry. You should walk around here like that for a while.”

“Ha ha. We do need to get moving. If you drive into Billings after ten a.m. on a weekday, you can forget getting a parking space in the main street.”

Emily strode across the hall to the bedroom and started going through her drawers. She found bra and panties and tossed them on the bed. She was about to remove the towel when she saw Jet standing in the doorway, watching her.

She arched a brow. “Do you mind?”

He flashed her a grin. “Not at all.”

“You really are a pervert.”

Emily whipped off the towel and tossed it at Jet's face. He caught it easily and held it in both hands. From the corner of her eye she noticed the way his grip tightened on it when she bent over to step into her white satin panties.

Filled with a wicked desire to tease him, Emily took her time hooking up her bra and adjusting her breasts in the lace-edged cups. Then she walked to the dresser and started brushing her hair, something she might ordinarily have done after she'd pulled on the rest of her clothes. She felt Jet's hot gaze on her as she smoothed the brush over her long strands with deliberately slow strokes.

She met his gaze in the dressing-table mirror and fluttered her lashes coquettishly. “Seen enough?”

“Never.” The word sounded choked, raw with honesty. “You're so beautiful, Em.”

Emily's flesh tingled. He looked serious, almost tortured as he stood there gazing at her from all the way across the room. Suddenly she felt terrible for making a joke out of the desire he had for her, that she had for him. Heat filled her cheeks. “Thank you.”

Jet pushed off the doorjamb with his shoulder and came to stand behind her. He held his hand out for the brush. “May I?”

Emily nodded and gave it to him. Her heart cantered in her chest as Jet drew the brush through her hair. She wouldn't have thought having him perform such a mundane task would set her every nerve ending on fire, but it did. It was so intimate, so ordinary and yet not ordinary at all.

Done with her hair, Jet brought the brush down and held it in front of her. He moved it so the bristles skimmed over the flesh that had puckered inside her bra. Emily gasped at the unfamiliar but arousing sensation.

“Brand went to the lumberyard,” Jet said. “Something about getting some wood to replace that rotten stuff in the back shed.”

“Oh.” Emily could think of nothing else to say. The implications of she and Jet being alone in the house crowded her skill for dialogue right out of her brain.

“He's always here when I am. Have you ever noticed that? We haven't spent any time alone since that night at my holiday flat in Leyton's Headland.”

Emily hadn't noticed, exactly, but now that she was standing here, she was very much aware of it being the first time she'd ever been alone in her bedroom with Jet. “Have you wanted me to yourself?”

Jet bent his head to brush his lips over the shell of her ear. At the same time he gently swiped the brush across the distended tip of her breast. “Yeah.”

“Really?”

He smiled at her in the mirror and moved the brush down until it tickled her stomach. Emily giggled. “Not everything in my life is about Brand, hon. I think about you a lot, about how it would be if it were just the two of us.”

Jet snaked the brush down her stomach, until it scraped over the growing dampness at the front of her underwear. A sharp jolt of desire arrowed through her. “Jet… Oh, God.”

The brush clattered against the dressing table as Jet dropped it. An instant later his hand had replaced it at the juncture of her thighs. He tested the wetness of her undies and groaned. “I love how easily you get wet. This time it's all for me.”

Emily nodded, shocked at how swiftly she'd grown ready for him. Just him, not Brand or the erotic promise of he
and
Brand. She watched in the mirror as Jet grabbed his shirt and hauled it over his head. The smooth planes of his muscled chest made her mouth dry out. No doubt about it, he was gorgeous.

He was gorgeous and he wanted her. The ravenous hunger in his dark eyes told the story, and it made Emily dripping wet for him. How many times had she fucked him already? She'd lost count in the past few weeks. Yet somehow Emily was experiencing the kind of nerve-wrenching excitement usually reserved for a first time.

“You'll need to take those panties back off. Nice and slow, like you did when you put them on, you tease.”

Emily eased the panties down her thighs. Jet walked backwards so he could watch her while he retrieved a condom from his stash in the bedside drawer. She did a sexy shimmy, sending the panties down her legs until they pooled on the floor.

In the mirror she saw Jet remove his jeans. Then he stood back there, too many meters away, as he rolled the latex over his erection. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty pussy.”

Emily bit her lip, but couldn't quite stop it from curving as she did as instructed. Jet's gaze moved from her ass to her face as he started walking back toward her. “What's funny?”

“Not funny, but…I suppose I didn't realize you were the bossy type too.”

“I can be if the situation calls for it.”

“Oh and I call for it?”

Jet smirked knowingly. “You're definitely a woman who needs to be taken firmly in hand.”

It was the smirk that piqued her annoyance more than the words. “Of all the presumptuous things—oh!”

Her complaint died a quick death when Jet grasped her hips and pulled her back until she was half-impaled on his cock. She rotated her hips, encouraging a deeper entry. When he denied her Emily let out a litany of curse words.

Jet merely chuckled. “See what I mean? You're a spitfire under all the deceptive sweetness, Em.”

“I'll spit roast you in a minute,” Emily muttered, aware she was making little sense. “I want you.”

“I can tell, hon, and I'd like to enjoy knowing it for just a minute, okay?”

Emily met Jet's gaze in the mirror. His smile didn't look so arrogant anymore, not with that touch of vulnerability in it. Her chest constricted. Had he thought that she only wanted him as part of a package deal with Brand?

Maybe she had, in the beginning. But she'd gotten to know him pretty well over the past few weeks, and the more she learned, the more she liked. Emily reached behind her so she could curl her fingers into Jet's hair. She turned her face so she was looking at him and not merely his reflection. “I thought you were hellishly sexy that first day. So much so I felt guilty about ogling Brand's friend.”

“Ogling me, were you?” The confidence returned to his grin. “You naughty wench.”

Holding her hips securely, Jet pushed forward until he was fully embedded inside her tight channel. They both let out a long moan of relief, then laughed together at the matching sounds. Jet wrapped one arm around her midsection, holding her close while he worked the back hooks of her bra with his other hand.

When she was nude once more he held her against him and studied her reflection in the mirror. He cupped her breasts in his hands and lifted them. “So lovely.”

Emily wasn't looking at herself, but at Jet. His were filled with the fire of his passion, and the heat of it took her breath away. His olive skin was a dark contrast to her paler complexion, his hair black while hers was blonde. It was a study in light and shade and pure, beautiful eroticism.

Emily couldn't take her eyes off him. She watched as his fingers traced circles around her areola, causing her nipples to pucker in delight. Her gaze followed the progress of his hand as it moved down over her ribs and stomach, her lower abdomen. She held her breath as he slipped his fingers into the golden triangle of curls between her legs.

All the while, Emily's inner walls throbbed around the intrusion of Jet's cock. She was sandwiched between him and the dressing table, making movement difficult. When Jet found her clit and stroked it, Emily bucked in response, causing the crystal ornaments on the dressing table to rattle.

“Jet…Jet please.” She writhed against him. “I need you to move.”

Jet rotated his hips, moving within her. It wasn't enough. Emily whimpered and tried to thrust her hips back. Jet kept her secured in his embrace and continued to work her clit with one hand while caressing her breasts with the other. Each touch notched her arousal and her frustration higher.

“I want you to come like this,” he rasped. “While I can see your face.”

Emily locked eyes with him in the mirror. She saw the determination in his and knew he wouldn't fuck her properly until he'd taken what he wanted. It was as arousing as it was exasperating. Jet, whom she'd begun to think of as the beta to Brand's alpha, was mastering her body with more iron resolve than Brand ever had. Jet, whom she'd thought of as her equal in so many ways, was controlling her pleasure, dominating it.

She was so turned on she could barely see her own reflection through her blurred vision. Jet pinched her clit and Emily shuddered. “Oh, God.”

“Tell me when it's happening, honey. Talk to me.”

“So good. Oh, Jet.”

Emily stopped fighting it. She forcibly relaxed her body and allowed Jet to control her orgasm. The second she let go the sensations intensified. When she released her vexation, all that was left was pleasure. She felt it in every stroke of Jet's hand over her breasts, every swipe of his finger on her sensitive nerve center. Her cunt pulsed around his embedded erection, but now she reveled in the joining.

“Yes…” Her fingers twisted in Jet's hair as her body surged toward the peak. She arched, dropping her head back onto Jet's shoulder. “I'm coming. Baby, I'm coming.”

Jet held her to his solid frame as she thrashed with the force of her climax. He kissed a trail over her temple, her cheek. “Christ, yes. Emily…Emily.”

Emily lifted her head to find Jet's eyes trained on her face. He must have watched her the whole time she'd lost her grip on sanity. She was too blissed out to be disconcerted. Besides, she decided now it was her turn to make him lose his mind.

Emily figured he'd been weakened by the pleasure he'd taken from watching her, because she managed to unwind his arms from around her and lean forward. Jet studied her with avid eyes as she lay her hands flat on the dressing table's surface. She pushed back with her hips, a demand as bold as any Jet had made of her. “Fuck me now. I want to watch your face while you come.”

He muttered a curse and dug his fingers into her hips. Then he at last began to move the way she'd wanted him to from the second he'd plunged to the hilt inside her. Emily watched his face in the mirror as he stared at the way his cock disappeared, over and over again, into the tight recesses of her body.