Eternal Brand (26 page)

“Oh.” Emily gulped to keep from screaming
yes yes yes.
“Okay.”

Brand smirked, supreme confidence in the expression. It lightened Emily's soul to see some of it back. Knowing Brand's secrets and his hidden vulnerabilities was a privilege she wouldn't exchange for the world, but she was glad he could still be the same gruff and dominating lover that had emerged since Jet came into their lives.

His bossy bedroom self turned her on so damn much.

Emily moaned in pleasure when Brand delved into her wet channel with his finger, at the same time touching a thumb to her plump clit. “Oh, God. So good.”

It was, so incredibly good. But it was nothing compared to what she felt when Jet slid into her as well, his finger moving in time with Brand's, the both of them teasing her sensitive flesh. She wriggled, the need to orgasm building swiftly, but her thighs were hooked over theirs, the position holding her open while they played with her.

“You're right, Jet. She's so wet. We probably won't even need lube for her ass.”

“Probably not.” To prove the point, Jet removed his finger from her pussy and transferred it to her back hole. He spread the cream he'd gathered over her there, and the lubrication eased his entry.

Emily bit her lip. Brand was circling her clit with his thumb and plundering her pussy while Jet breached her ass and buried his finger deep. She was rendered immobile, entrapped by the sensations their duel actions brought about. “Fuck!”

Jet chuckled and kissed her. “I missed your dirty mouth, hon.”

“Stop talking, damn it. I need come!”

It was Brand's turn to laugh and kiss her. “We want you like this sweetheart, both of us inside you so we all come together.”

“Oh yes. Please.”

They withdrew from her and rose to their knees, pulling her up with them. Jet drew her up against him, her breasts to his chest, while Brand positioned himself behind her.

“Sweetheart, I spoke to Jet about it. He has regular checkups because of all the travel. He's clean.”

Jet touched her face. “I'll understand if you say no, hon. But I know you're on the pill, so I was hoping you'd let me come inside you.”

“Of course.” Emily had wanted to do it for a while, to take the barrier of the condom away to show that Jet was as much a part of her as Brand was. “I want that too.”

Jet sighed his gratitude and took her mouth in a fervent kiss. Her breasts rubbed his chest, keeping her arousal high. The heat of Brand's body pressing into her back sent it into the stratosphere. He reached between her legs, taking more of her feminine juices and using them to coat her ass. Then he started easing into her, taking it slow and careful despite the needs she sensed leashed in his big body.

“Oh, Brand,” Emily crooned when he finally thrust into her. She rested her forehead on Jet's shoulder, breathing in great gulps of air as Brand began to move. When he reached around and found her clit, Emily shuddered. “Oh, yes. Please.”

“Fuck. You're so tight, Em. I'm not going to last.”

Emily lifted her head and saw Jet touch Brand's shoulder. “Slow down.”

“You touching me is not going to help.”

Jet's lips quirked, but they didn't quite manage to smile. His own desire was at fever pitch, it was clear from the tense set of his jaw. He pinned Emily's gaze with his. “You ready for me, hon?”

Emily nodded eagerly. Brand, his motions halted for the moment, pulled her up against his chest and held her securely around the waist. Jet parted her thighs, planting her feet apart on the mattress. Then he positioned himself at her dripping entrance and eased inside.

It was so full, so tight. Emily gasped through it as Brand and Jet jockeyed for position, Brand retreating enough to let Jet all the way into her feminine recesses. They started up a cadence, a delicious thrust and parry that kept her impaled on one or both of them at all times. Brand played with her breasts while Jet reached between them, found her swollen nerve center and started to rub.

“Yes! God yes.”

“We could come anytime, Em,” Brand rasped into her ear. “We're just waiting for you.”

His words and the continued thrusts, the sensation of Brand toying with her breasts and Jet stroking her clit, worked together to push Emily to the inevitable peak. As the ecstasy seized her, she reached behind her and grasped Brand's head, pulling him down for a kiss. As though the touch of her lips incited it, his release came hot and fast while hers was still shuddering through her.

Then Emily held Jet's head with her other hand, sinking her fingers into his hair while he too succumbed to oblivion with a primal groan and a rough jerk of his hips. He spilled his seed inside her for the first time, claiming her as his in the way that Brand had done so many times. As she held them both close and listened to their panted breaths and whispered words of gratitude, Emily silently claimed them both as hers as well.

She had two men to love, two men who loved her. It was an outrageous indulgence, a wicked delight, a beautiful, wondrous thing. And it was all hers. Overwhelmed with the joy of it, Emily choked out something that was halfway between a sob and a laugh.

Brand and Jet apparently only heard the sob half because they quickly took turns withdrawing from her body and lay her on the mattress. They stretched out on either side of her. Jet held her face and turned it toward him. “Hey, Em. What happened? Are you okay?”

She nodded her head furiously. “Everything's perfect. I'm just so happy.”

“You're crying because you're happy?”

Emily turned and assessed Brand's perplexed expression. She wasn't much of a crier by nature, at least she hadn't been until recently. Brand had rarely seen her cry. “Perhaps all the tears I've shed lately have opened up my tear ducts or something, but yes, I'm crying because I'm happy.” She reached up and stroked his cheek, seeing that she had scared him for a moment. “I never thought I could be this happy.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Brand turned his face and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Damn, sweetheart, you like to keep me on my toes.”

Jet leaned over her so he could nuzzle Brand's ear and murmur. “I guess this living-together stuff is going to be my most exciting adventure yet.”

“You got that right,” Brand said, and turned to kiss him.

Emily watched the two men kiss, saw the passionate affection in the gesture, and decided not to warn them that doing that in front of her was only turning her on again. She'd deal with that soon enough. For now all she wanted to do was watch them and feel their love for each other, her love for them, wash over her as surely as the afternoon breeze washed over her warm skin. All she wanted to do was take this moment and be content with it.

And look forward to the adventure.

The downside of living on a horse farm was that the inherent chores prevented lying in bed when there were things to be done, which was a shame because it was exactly what Brand wanted to do. He, Emily and Jet made love again before any of them got up though. Emily insisted. The woman had endless reserves of passion, which was lucky because between him and Jet she was sure to be kept pretty damn busy from now on.

From now on. Forever.

Brand could hardly believe he was so lucky to have somehow claimed them both, Emily and Jet, the two people who meant most to him in the world.

Maybe it's a fantasy.

“No,” he said aloud, banishing his negative voice, that annoying little shit, to the farthest reaches of his mind. He stroked Daisy's neck and took strength from the horse's quiet power, as he'd so often done before. As he'd done the first day he'd come here and Emily had begun to change his life. “It's real. Isn't it, Dais?”

Daisy gave a soft whinny and Brand took it as confirmation. Or possibly a complaint that she hadn't yet received her carrot. Brand smiled and fed her the vegetable, content to stroke her neck and watch her scarf it down. They were so simple, horses. All they needed was food, shelter and some exercise now and then. If you treated them well, you gained their trust and loyalty.

Brand vowed he'd treat Emily and Jet so well that they'd never lose faith in him again. In doing that, he knew he'd keep his newfound faith in himself alive too.

He stopped to give each of the horses some of his time along with their nightly brush and carrot treat. By the time he was done, it was dark and he'd grown edgy from not having laid eyes on Jet or Emily in a good hour. He laughed to himself as he headed back to the house. It was kind of pathetic, but he didn't care.

Inside the familiar aroma of Emily's lamb goulash permeated the air. When the sun had dipped below the horizon, the winter chill had returned and Jet had started a fire in the hearth. Gus and George, allowed to sleep inside during the winter months, whined softly in greeting, and Brand stopped to give them both a good scratch. Then he headed into the kitchen.

Emily and Jet were there, laughing together as they made mashed potatoes. Jet poured some milk in the saucepan while Emily worked the stainless-steel masher like a champ. Jet hadn't looked up, but he must have sensed Brand's approach, because he said, “Look at this. Our Em has some serious biceps on her. I'm scared for those potatoes.”

“You're the one who should be scared.” She flicked Jet an arch glance. “How is your stomach, by the way?”

“Ha! It's fine. You hit like a girl.”

“You mean accurately and with purpose?”

“That's about it.” Laughing, Jet hooked an arm around Emily's neck and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Remind me never to piss you off again.”

“Oh, I'm sure you will. You're both bound to.” Emily looked at Brand and sent him a reassuring smile. “But I wouldn't have it any other way.”

Brand smiled back, the gesture feeling strangely natural on his lips. His heart was just so full, smiling seemed to be the only way to let some of that pressure out. God he loved these people. He loved them more than life itself. His overwhelming emotions made his voice gruff. “Come here. Both of you.”

Jet smirked but didn't hesitate to approach Brand. “I love it when you get bossy.”

Brand kissed him, making a claim and a promise at once.
You're mine, and you're gonna get it later,
the kiss said, and the way Jet hardened against him told Brand the other man had understood. When Emily approached and sank compliantly into his side, he took her mouth with the same barely restrained passion, keeping one arm looped around Jet, the other around her. Before long Emily snuggled into Jet too, until it was hard to tell whose limbs were whose, or whose heartbeat it was thumping out a strong, steady rhythm.

Perhaps it was all of theirs. Three hearts beating in unison. A fanciful thought for a guy like him, but Brand liked it. He liked it a lot.

When he eventually pulled back, Emily was panting and her cheeks were filled with color. “Brand, you know I turn to nothing more than aroused jelly when you kiss me like that.”

“I know.” Brand grinned, reveling in the knowledge. “Hold that thought?”

“Until after dinner,” Jet said, his voice husky. “I'm starved.”

Emily nodded her agreement. “After dinner.
Right
after dinner.”

“That's a promise.”

Brand silently promised them more that night as he loved them with his body, and groaned with tortured desire as they slowly, thoroughly loved him back. He promised he would believe in the man he was when he was with them, that he would see in the mirror the same man that they saw when they gazed at him with such devotion, such trust and love. He promised that he would be the stalwart, loving presence that they deserved to have in their lives.

And then he drifted off into eight hours of blissful, dreamless sleep.

About the Author

Sami's been a secretary, sales assistant, bartender, waitress, student, tutor, human resource manager and administration officer, but at heart she's always been a writer. She enjoys creating emotional, sexy stories about the gorgeous, aggravating men who live in her head and the women who were made to steal them away from her.

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Irrepressible Jasmine

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Wild Crush, Book 2

After an affair with a Dom turns sour, Jasmine Campbell returns to Leyton's Headland to build up some good karma by keeping her sister's business afloat. For that, she needs help from real estate developer Aaron Sanderson—an old school mate who's grown up movie-star handsome.

When Jasmine knocks on his office door, Aaron can barely contain his triumph. In high school he had an unrequited crush on Jasmine, but ten years on he's better at close encounters with the opposite sex. He thinks he knows just how to handle Jasmine—with an aloof demeanor and a firm hand.

Little does he know just how firm a hand Jasmine needs.

Jasmine figures a fun vanilla fling will cleanse her sexual palate. Yet her lover proves himself surprisingly adept at satisfying her submissive desires. And soon she's in serious danger of doing the one thing she swore never to do: fall in love.

Warning: Contains casual sex, intimate sex, slow sex, fast sex, rough sex, roleplay sex and spanking. So basically, lots of sex and spanking.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Irrepressible Jasmine:

Aaron was on the phone when he glanced out the window and saw Jasmine Campbell striding across the street, making a beeline for his office. His gut clenched, his pulse rate leapt and he totally lost the thread of the conversation he'd been having.

Fortunately, the estate agent on the other end of the line loved the sound of his own voice and continued to drone on when Aaron fell silent. He was too focused on the sight of Jasmine walking toward him to participate in their discussion any longer.

She wore a sheer blouse in deep purple teamed with a miniskirt that barely came to mid-thigh—no stockings—and knee-high leather boots. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, and the morning sun glanced off the dark strands, making them shine well enough for a shampoo commercial. Her striking eyes where hidden behind a pair of large-framed sunglasses. Her strides were bold, purposeful, as though she was a woman who'd just realized what she wanted and was determined to get it.

Christ Almighty, she was a knockout. She'd left him with a killer hard-on last week, and every male instinct he possessed had screamed at him to ask her out afterward, but he'd refrained by force of sheer will. He hadn't wanted to come off too eager. Desperation was a major turnoff to women, especially women like Jasmine.

“I'm free for meetings right now, Vera.”

It was Trevor Long, one of Aaron's best estate agents who spoke to the receptionist. Aaron had his own glassed-in office, but he kept the door open. His dad hadn't done that, had always believed in keeping a separation between himself and his employees. But Aaron had never been overly comfortable playing the hardass, unless it was absolutely necessary. The open-door policy meant his staff felt free coming to him with issues or advice. It also meant Aaron could hear everything that was going on around the office.

Right now, Trevor had his ravenous attention fixed on Jasmine. He slicked back his already jelled-into-submission blond hair and fairly licked his lips in anticipation.

A wholly unearned sense of territoriality gripped Aaron. He covered the phone mouthpiece and called out the open office door. “Vera, when Ms. Campbell comes in, can you show her to my office?”

Vera Wilmington—a woman in her late forties with four kids and a twenty-year marriage under her belt—turned and looked at Aaron over the top of her half-frame glasses. Her gaze slid from him to Trevor and back. Her lips twitched. “Sure thing.”

Trevor's face fell. “Oh come on.”

“The boss's prerogative, Trevor.” Aaron grinned. “And she's an old friend of mine who would, I guarantee, eat you alive.”

“Yeah, but what a way to go,” Trevor mumbled, returning to his desk with a serious case of the sulks.

Aaron worked at finishing up with Bill Leadbeater as he watched Jasmine walk into the reception area, perch her sunglasses atop her head and ask for him by name. Aaron's heart performed a ridiculous little flip. She'd come to see him specifically. That was interesting.

When Jasmine walked in, Aaron nodded in acknowledgment. She took a seat in the chair across from his desk and crossed her legs, causing her black skirt to ride farther up her thighs. Aaron couldn't help the way his attention snagged on the exposed length of supple flesh. Damn, she had great legs. Too easy and too damn fun to imagine them wrapped around his waist as he pumped into her. The images accosted him, and the stirring in his loins became more of a frenzy.
Jesus. At least pretend to be professional, dickhead.

Seeing the direction of his gaze, Jasmine uncrossed her legs and squeezed them together, sitting up straighter in her chair with her hands in her lap. The pose said “good Catholic schoolgirl”, something which Jasmine had never been. At least not in any way that wasn't thoroughly filthy.

And now he was picturing her in a short checkered skirt and knee-high socks. Man, he really had reverted to schoolboy thoughts.

“Anyway, a client just walked in, Bill. I gotta go.” Aaron waited while Bill wound up the conversation, using the time to cleanse his mind of dirty imaginings involving the woman sitting across from him. It was bad enough last time that she'd seen how strongly she affected him. If he let her see it again, she'd know he could be reduced to putty in her hands, if she was so inclined.

But then, maybe Trevor had a point.
What a way to go.

At last he got rid of Bill and hung up the phone. He turned his full attention to Jasmine. “Well, hello again.”

“How are things, AJ?”

AJ.
It was what his pop had called him when he was a kid, what some had called him in school, so it always made Aaron feel about twelve years old. Considering he felt a little like a pubescent boy with his first boner, Aaron figured he probably deserved the assignation right now. “All good with me, Jas. You?”

“Good. Great.” She drummed her fingernails on her knee and bit her lip. “Actually no, I'm not that great.”

Aaron's smile dropped a little as her words sunk in. “Why—what's wrong?”

“Business is slow.” Jasmine gestured through the glass, where they could both see Summer's Retreat. “My sister's business.”

“We're heading into the cooler months. Everyone's business slows down a bit.”

“Not yours,” Jasmine noted. “I hear AJ Sanderson's is booming.”

“I wouldn't say booming, not in this property market.” Aaron tried not to be thrilled that she'd apparently been asking about him. “But we do okay.”

“I hear you've turned into a savvy businessman. Like your father.”

Aaron was sure she'd meant it as a compliment, so he didn't deny it even though every cell in his body wanted to protest the comparison. He'd taken over AJ Sanderson's when his father retired last year, he sat in the same office his father had inhabited for much of his career. The comparisons were inevitable.

Usually he let them roll off his back like water. For some reason it bugged him that Jasmine, of all people, thought he was like Andrew Sanderson, even though she could have no concept of the man's faults.

“I prefer to think I'm my own man.”

Jasmine's face fell. “I didn't mean anything by it.”

Aaron realized he hadn't masked his irritation well. He held up a hand. “Sorry. The comparisons get a little old sometimes.”

“I can understand that.”

Aaron remembered how people—people like his mother and her friends—used to say what a shame it was that Rex Campbell's eldest daughter showed no signs of the same ambition or intelligence that her father or her sister possessed. He felt like a spoiled prick. His dad hadn't been perfect, but despite what went on behind the scenes people generally admired him. By association, Aaron had been afforded the same level of respect. The comparisons to his father might bug him from time to time, but at least they didn't have the power to demoralize him.

Aaron wondered if Jasmine had ever been demoralized by what people said. If she had, she'd never shown it. But as Aaron well knew, people put on fronts all the time.

“So the thing is, I came to ask for your help.”

From the way she clenched her hands together in her lap, Aaron could tell that had been a very difficult sentence for Jasmine to utter. He sat forward and put his elbows on his desk. “What can I do for you?”