Eternal Brand (9 page)

He gave her the strangest look, one of gentle sympathy mixed with befuddlement that both softened her heart and frustrated the hell out of her head.

Emily bucked against him. “Brand, please.”

He tore his gaze from hers, glancing sideways. Emily followed suit and saw Jet leaning against the door, watching them with eyes so dark it appeared as though his pupils had swallowed his irises.

She answered the unasked question. “I want Jet to stay.”

Jet groaned, the first sound he'd made since Brand had exploded against him. The sound seemed to hum through Emily's own chest. She kept her eyes on Jet as Brand turned his face into her neck, kissing it, scraping his teeth over it with a renewed urgency that made her gasp.

Brand stepped back enough so her feet fell to the floor. Then he lowered the zipper of her jeans with a rough jerk and slipped his hand inside her panties. She was so wet his finger slid over her clit with ease and Emily shuddered with delight.

Jet continued to watch her, as motionless as a statue. His intense focus, while arousing, suddenly became unnerving and Emily had to look away.
Are you actually going to do this, Emily? You're going to invite Jet into your life so intimately?

Was she out of her mind to want this?

While the doubts swirled in her head, Emily focused on Brand. She had always been sure of what she wanted with him. She wanted everything, all of him, like she'd said. The bad as well as the good, and she wouldn't put up with him hiding the bad anymore. Already tonight she'd seen his aloof façade crack—because Jet was here.

She was going ahead, no matter what the consequences. She had to see where this led.

Releasing her hands, Brand kissed his way down her body. He sucked her nipple through the thin cotton of her singlet, his mouth so hot and insistent that Emily bucked against him. His hand was still in her panties, his finger swirling over her clit with too light a touch. One more iota of pressure and she'd come.

Brand pulled his hand out of her pants, eliciting a protest from Emily. But he assuaged her disappointment quickly. “You're so damn wet. I have to taste you.”

“
Yes
.”

He fell to his knees and tugged at the waistband of her jeans and underwear until they cleared her hips. A moment later they were gone, and she was standing there in nothing but her tiny white singlet. Brand's gaze locked with hers as his lips moved over her stomach. The sandpaper-like scrape of his evening stubble added an edge to her excitement, as did the sting of his teeth as he lightly nipped her flesh.

Brand hardly ever used his teeth on her, and never had he done so with such frantic motions. Emily wondered if it was Jet's presence adding the fierce edge to Brand's touches. Brand's eyelids lowered as he moved to the juncture of her thighs, and Emily took the opportunity to glance back toward Jet.

He was breathing hard, his gaze riveted on the way Brand lifted her thigh and hooked it over his shoulder. Jet watched Brand bury his face in her pussy. The sensation of Brand's tongue bathing her in pleasure, the added element of being watched… It was incredible. When Brand buried a finger in her tight channel, Emily moaned long and loud, bringing Jet's attention back to her face.

Where before he seemed frozen in a stupefied kind of wonder, now his eyes showed a hot determination that made Emily's mouth dry out. He moved closer to her, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. Then he captured her breast in his hand.

“Okay?” he asked as he stroked a thumb over the aching tip.

Emily nodded her assent, speechless because Brand had added a second finger to the first and was pumping them both in and out of her while he continued to tickle her clit with light strokes of his tongue. Jet playing with her nipple as well was too much. Too much and not enough.

Reading her needs, Jet grasped the hem of her singlet and dragged it over her head. She lifted her arms for him, and he kept them there against the wall, the way Brand had. He stared at her bared breasts in fascination while he ran his touch over the soft globes of flesh.

“God, you're beautiful,” he breathed.

Emily quivered under his attention, quivered against Brand's tongue. They were both teasing her, going too slow and too damn soft to satisfy the heightened level of need they'd engendered. She found her voice and was surprised by the strength of demand in it. “Put your mouth on me, damn it. Both of you. I have to come.”

Jet's eyes sharpened. He gave her nipple a pinch. “Bossy. I like that.”

Emily arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. At last Jet lowered his head and lifted her aching breast to his mouth. His lips were hot and wet as they sealed over her, providing relief and causing further torture at once. He groaned as he moved from one breast to the other, keeping her hands anchored above her head so his mouth was free to taste all of her.

A tremor went through her pussy—Brand groaning too as more of her juices leaked from within her, onto his thrusting fingers. In sudden urgency, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked.

“Yes!”

“That's it, Em,” Jet murmured against her nipple. “Come hard, honey.”

The heat and pressure finally reached bursting point. Emily came with a long, hoarse cry that tore through the otherwise quiet house. Her inner walls clamped on Brand's fingers, and wave after wave of sensation rippled through her clit, through her belly and breasts.

She was once again speechless by the time her body calmed. Jet nuzzled her breasts one last time, before transferring his lips to her neck and placing a trail of kisses over her erratic pulse. Brand kissed along her inner thighs, extracting himself carefully from between them and setting both her feet on the floor.

The second Emily tried to stand, her knees failed her. Jet caught her up against him. “Whoa there. You okay?”

Emily rested her head against his shoulder and waited for the dizziness to pass. “Just a little weak in the knees.”

“I'm not surprised.” Jet rubbed her arms when a shiver moved through her. “And you're cold.”

“All that heat suddenly leaving my body.”

“Uh-huh.”

Jet fitted her closer to his length, offering his body heat. A moment later her back warmed as Brand came to stand behind her. They held her there between the two of them for a moment, surrounding her with their combined warmth, until something astounding happened.

She grew aroused again.

It should have been an hour, minimum, before she felt anything but blissed out after an orgasm like the one she'd had. But her breast tingled against Jet's chest. She felt the jut of his cock against her stomach and her pussy fluttered.

Jet had watched both Brand and her come, and he'd enjoyed none of the same satisfaction. Would Brand be willing to let this continue or was he already having regrets?

Only one way to find out.

Emily slipped her hand between their bodies and cupped Jet's erection. Even through his jeans she could tell he was long and straight. She stroked him deftly, making him draw in a stunned breath.

She lifted her eyes to meet his but he was looking over her head at Brand. “Your woman is trying to seduce me,” he quipped.

“Yeah, she'll do that to you.”

Brand's voice was surprisingly calm, almost jovial. Perhaps he was simply too relaxed from his own orgasm to be as tightly wound as he usually was. But then he pressed his crotch to her backside, and she felt a distinct hardness pressing into her flesh. His desires had been renewed as well.

For her, or for Jet?

Or for both of them?

Again she figured the best way to find out was to be direct. Emily wiggled her bottom against him, moving sensuously until he groaned. “Don't you think we'd all be more comfortable in a nice warm bed?”

Her breathing stopped in the few seconds it took Brand to answer. She hoped to God she hadn't made a mistake, but she was through circling around Brand like he was an untamed brumby whose trust she was trying to gain. She loved him. He'd said he loved her. Their relationship deserved more honesty than it had been getting.

The moment of hesitation passed, and Brand grabbed her hips, grinding against her. His voice was husky, but threaded through with steely intent. “I think that's a great idea.”

Chapter Eleven

Jet was so wound up he was surprised he could walk in a straight line, but somehow he managed to follow Brand and Emily into the hall. Brand had swept Emily up in his arms, making a breathy laugh fall out of her, and when they reached the bedroom he pulled back the blankets before laying her gently on the sheets.

Jet watched as Brand followed her down so he could wrap the covers around her naked body. He brushed the tendrils of hair that had escaped her braid behind her ears, traced his knuckles over her face. “Warmer?”

Emily nodded and smiled. A look passed between them, something that Jet could never be a part of, and he thought,
What is my place here?
Why am I doing this?

The obvious answer was pressing against his fly with painful insistence. But there were other ways he could get relief from the mother of all hard-ons. He didn't have to take this emotional risk just to get off.

And it
was
emotional risk he was taking. He knew it by the way his heart twisted because Brand was so damned gentle with Emily, and he'd never once been that way with him. It caused Jet a pain he didn't understand, because he'd never craved Brand's gentleness. But the fact Brand freely showed the softer side of himself to Emily when he had always withheld that from him made Jet want to weep.

Tough it out, man.

Emily tore her gaze from Brand's to look over at Jet. She smiled that sweet, inviting smile that had first convinced him to come inside for coffee days ago. “What, are you shy all of a sudden? Take off your shirt.”

Appreciating her all the more for knowing he needed a dose of humor right now, Jet matched her smile with a sardonic one of his own. “You
are
bossy.”

“You said you liked it.”

“I do,” Jet conceded as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. He should have been cold in the night air wearing only one layer, but he hadn't been anything but hot since he'd kissed Emily back at his place.

The heat only intensified because he felt two sets of eyes laying appreciation on him as he stripped. They compelled him to toe out of his shoes and shuck his jeans, so he stood before them in only his red boxer briefs.

Emily bit her lip on a sigh, which made Jet feel pretty darn glad he'd made the effort to keep himself in shape no matter where he traveled. He reached for her hand and placed it on the bulge in the front of his underwear. “You started something here, little minx.”

“I see that. I guess I should help you out then.”

She shifted so she was closer to the edge of the bed, causing the quilt to slip down in the process. The perfect, pale globes of her breasts popped out of their covering, and Jet groaned. Her fingernails scraped his hips as she pulled his briefs down his thighs. Her warm breath fanned over the tip of his cock, already damp from the copious precome he'd released.

Jet's blood thundered as anticipation mounted. He'd loved the soft inquisitiveness of her tongue as it had explored his mouth while they'd kissed. He couldn't wait to feel it on other parts of his body.

She curled her hand around him. “Do you want me to suck this?”

Jet's breath left him in a rush. At the same time Brand muttered an epithet, and Jet realized Emily's question hadn't only been directed at him. Emily glanced at Brand, waited for his nod. Then Brand watched, his gray eyes glowing like quicksilver, as Emily leaned forward and swallowed Jet's cock.

“Fuck!” Jet exclaimed when her lips encased him. Her mouth was so soft and wet. He couldn't stop his hips from rocking, from thrusting his aching rod further into that heaven. Emily accepted what he gave her, taking him deeper, swirling her tongue around his shaft in a tantalizing pattern that made his balls draw up.

“God, Em.” Jet rested his hand on the back of her head, schooling himself not to use the grip to push her onto him. He guessed she'd already taken as much of him as she could, and he didn't want to ruin the mood by choking her. “Damn that's so good.”

How had he let it go so long without a woman? Sure, men provided pretty fantastic sexual satisfaction, but there was something alluring and mysterious about making love to a woman that Jet hadn't realized he'd been missing. Watching her come apart with such sweet abandon earlier had been mind-blowing. Jet wanted more of that, more of Emily.

And, as it had always been, he wanted more of Brand.

Fingers connected with Jet's—Brand's, bumping his because he was stroking Emily's hair, urging her on as she gave Jet head. Jet thought he might faint from the pleasure of that, of having Emily blow him while Brand watched, his eyes riveted on the way Jet's cock kept disappearing into his girlfriend's mouth. He couldn't imagine anything better.

Except one thing.

“Brand.”

The name was a plea on Jet's lips. The man he'd loved since they were both teenagers stared into Jet's eyes and read everything there as though it were words on a page. Brand tugged lightly on Emily's hair, until she lifted her head with a questioning look. Brand touched her cheek, said, “Rest a minute.”

Then he took over where Emily had left off.

Emily could still taste Jet on the tip of her tongue when Brand swallowed him whole. He held Jet's shaft at the base with a grip she would have thought too tight and sucked the entire rod into his mouth in one go.

Emily had never seen anything like it, had never witnessed such commanding self-assurance. She held her breath as she watched Brand manipulate Jet's balls and suck on his cock like he knew exactly how to turn the man to a puddle of mush. And from the look of tortured pleasure on Jet's face, that was exactly the effect he was achieving.

Emily couldn't stifle her whimper. Jet's groan followed it as Brand abruptly stopped what he was doing to look at her. “You okay?”

Realizing he may have interpreted her whimper as one of distress, Emily rushed to reassure him. “I'm good.”

“Sure?”

The hint of vulnerability in his eyes made her chest ache. Did he think she'd be disgusted or turned off by this side of him? “Brand,” she said softly, stroking the short hair at his nape. “It's good. I like it.”

To make her point, Emily slipped her other hand between her thighs and started fingering her clit. Sucking Jet's cock, then watching Brand do the same, had inflamed it. Brand's gaze followed her hand, his irises glowing a brighter silver as he took a moment to watch her. Then he turned his attention back to Jet.

Jet's breath shuddered out of him when Brand took him in again. Emily studied his face, her finger moving ever faster on her clit as his excitement intensified hers. She continued to stroke Brand's neck and back, encouraging him, accepting him, as he gave Jet pleasure.

At one point Brand must have done something special with his tongue because Jet let out a primal cry unlike anything Emily had ever heard. His hips rocked. He was close, so close to orgasm that Emily's own pussy contracted. She stuck her finger deep inside herself, trying to alleviate the ache of emptiness. She hoped to God Brand was going to fuck her after he was done with Jet. If he didn't, she was going to have to use the one vibrator she owned and that she hadn't used since Brand came into her life.

“Don't stop, baby. Don't stop.”

The shock of hearing Jet call her boyfriend “baby” made Emily gasp. Brand had ceased giving Jet head and was once again looking at her. “Tell me what you want.”

Her arousal spiked at his gruff tone. She didn't even try to demure. “I need to be fucked.”

Brand turned his eyes up to Jet. He held on to Jet's cock, squeezing it at the base in the way Emily had seen him do to himself when he needed to delay an orgasm. “Do you have a condom?”

Jet nodded, his eyes widening. He glanced at Emily, the surprise in his eyes mirroring her own feelings. “I have some.”

She was looking at Jet, but Emily sensed Brand's gaze on her as he said, “Get it.”

Jet all but staggered back to the spot where he'd left his jeans and did a quick search for his wallet. Meanwhile Emily remained right where she was, her heart the only thing about her that was moving—and it was moving at a chaotic pace that stole her breath.

Jet was going to fuck her. For some reason she hadn't prepared for that. She'd assumed Brand would want to stake his claim on her, that handing her over to another man would be anathema to him. A bout of nerves assailed her.

Brand tipped up her chin with two fingers. “Objections?”

Her empty channel had a minor spasm just thinking about it. She hadn't been with any man other than Brand for well over two years, so there was something titillating about the idea of sex with someone else. Perhaps because it felt taboo, or perhaps because Brand would be here too, watching.

A shiver of anticipation traveled through her. “No objections. None for you?”

Brand shook his head, one side of his mouth kicking up. “Don't worry. He's good at it.”

Emily matched Brand's ironic smile. Of course, Brand would know. It was difficult to process that, even though she'd just seen her man give head to another man.

A warm hand stroked her hair. Emily turned to see Jet once again standing beside the bed, his erection now sheathed in latex. His eyes showed concern. “I want you, hon, but if you don't—”

“I do,” Emily cut him off. “I really do.”

The tension eased out of his expression. “I appreciate the enthusiasm. But I have to make a quick detour first.”

“What?” If he left the room right now, she just might kill him.

Jet smiled at her scowl. “Lie back. I want to put my mouth where Brand's was before. Watching him do that to you made me so hungry, I have to eat your pussy now.”

“Oh Lord, save me,” Emily breathed.

She fell back on the bed in a move she feared looked like a swoon. Jet got to his knees and nudged her legs apart. Emily was captivated by the way he gazed at her center with reverence. Brand was looking at her as well. He stood and undressed while he watched Jet trace over her lips with his fingers.

Emily figured she ought to be more self-conscious when two men were openly examining her private parts, but she was too turned on to manage it. She watched Brand remove both his shirts, then his jeans and jocks, until he was gloriously naked. The sight of his impressive body revealed made her clit swell, and when Jet lowered his head to it, she let out a languorous sigh of delight.

Brand climbed onto the bed beside her, dipping his head to kiss her lips as Jet parted her labia and gave her clit a long slow lick. Emily dug her fingers into Brand's scalp, holding him to her as Jet continued his assault, first with his tongue, then with his fingers, and lastly with tiny scrapes of his teeth.

Emily gasped at the sharp sensation, thrusting her hips upward. Brand tore his mouth from hers. “Tell me what he's doing.”

“His teeth… He's biting me. Oh
God.
”

“Jesus, Em. You like that?”

Emily couldn't respond in words, because Jet released her sensitive flesh then and used his tongue to soothe the tiny sting he'd caused. She let out a sound, some random collection of letters that made no sense.

Jet lifted his head, and Emily felt his hot breaths fanning over her tender folds. “Fuck. She tastes amazing.”

“I know,” Brand agreed. “I can't ever get enough of her.”

“God help me,” Emily rasped. “I'm going to die. Cock. Give me cock or I swear I'll expire right this minute.”

“She's kind of bawdy too. Damn, I like her.” The next minute Jet was above her, his hips bumping her thighs farther apart and his engorged member testing her entrance. “This is what you want, Em?”

“Yes!”

He nudged farther inside her, parting her taut flesh in a delicious glide that got better and better with every inch he advanced. When he was fully ensconced, they both let out a low moan.

“So wet. So perfectly tight,” Jet muttered, withdrawing halfway before embedding himself fully once more.

Emily could see the strain on his face, the effort it took for him to measure his pace. She hooked her feet together at the base of his spine and lifted her hips. Measured wasn't what she needed right now. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

“No choice anymore,” Jet said as he began to pound into her body.

Over the rush of blood in her ears, Emily heard Brand swear. She turned to see him kneeling on the bed, watching Jet fuck her, watching the way her breasts bounced with every thrust, watching the way Jet's cock disappeared into her body over and over again. Brand's erection was red and huge, his grip tight as he moved it up and down on the swollen staff.

Seeing how aroused he was by watching her pushed Emily faster toward the inevitable pinnacle. Orgasm was so close, but she wanted to give Brand more than a voyeuristic experience. She called his name, and when his eyes returned to her face, she licked her lips in a blatant invitation.

Brand didn't hesitate. He moved toward her and shoved his dick into her open mouth. Emily swallowed him in, opening wide so Brand could move in and out of her mouth at his own pace—which was as fast and frantic as Jet's. Her body was filled completely, and the reality of it, the sheer opulence of it, tipped Emily over the edge.

She climaxed, her pussy milking Jet's shaft until he orgasmed with a primal roar. She sucked hard on Brand's cock as she came and came, and soon after Jet spilled himself inside her, she was rewarded with the salty splash of Brand's come filling the back of her throat.

Incredible. So incredible.
Emily could think nothing but that, interspersed with a few incoherent
Oh God, oh God, oh God
's. She might have remained where she was all night if her jaw hadn't started to ache. She shifted a smidgeon, and Brand took the hint, withdrawing from her mouth and giving her jaw a soothing stroke, as though he knew what she was feeling.