Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Partner (2 page)

I raised my face to give him a glare, but again, his expression was set, his jaw held so tight a muscle rippled at the edge. Lord, did he give that same look to the dirt bags he hauled away in his cruiser? Was he really angry?

Another slap landed, and I couldn’t help letting him see my reaction. My jaw dropped and so did my eyelids, because the feeling was sublime. Spanked by one man, the other watching me as I was dying from heightening desire—

“Jesus,” I gasped when the next smack hit my swollen pussy.

Logan kept his hand against my hot, slick sex and rubbed a little up and down. “She’s wet, Matt. I don’t think this is working.”

Matt’s gaze bored into mine. “Don’t move,” he said softly then stood.

I felt him tug my shirt from the waistband of my skirt, then a long rending tear sounded. Air wafted over my bared back. Fingers twisted the back of my bra strap and it opened. A moment later I was raised.

Logan stripped off my skirt. Matt drew off my bra and ruined shirt.

Naked, I breathed hard, quivering I was so excited.

Matt’s gaze lowered to my breasts.

“Not something you haven’t seen before,” I said, my smartass words at odds with my breathless voice.

His gaze dropped to my pussy. “That’s new.”

“You’ve never seen a pussy?” I quipped.

“I’ve never seen
yours
. It’s nice. Turn toward Logan. Let him see, too.”

My eyes widened. “Is this punishment?”

“Do you want it to be?”

And because I didn’t really have a clue what he intended, but I didn’t want any of this to stop, I nodded. “Guess I deserve it.” Slowly, I faced Logan.

His cheeks were reddened, his nostrils flared. His gaze slid down my body, pausing on my pussy. Slowly, he lifted a hand and slid it between my legs. His palm was hot—it was the one he’d used to spank me. Fingers slipped into my folds, a single digit found my entrance.

I couldn’t contain a little moan. My inner muscles squeezed around his finger. Copious moisture soaked him.

His gaze went to my breasts. The hand not fingering me, caressed a breast, massaging the full globe then pulling away, tweaking the tip. He cupped me again then gave Matt a look.

From the corner of my eye, I watched as Matt nodded, and then Logan leaned forward and latched his mouth around my nipple.

Wicked, wicked
—that was me. Standing nude before two men while one fondled and suckled and the other—my brother—watched.

With my eyelids drifting lazily, I turned my head toward Matt. I reached out and fisted his shirt and pulled him forward. He bent toward me and took my mouth.

His lips were firm and dragged over mine in hard circles. But I didn’t mind, the roughness matched my mood which was quickly becoming as inflamed as my body. With Logan drawing hard on my tit and thrusting two fingers inside me, I lost myself in sensations I realized I’d only experienced in a very shallow, superficial way.

My body was on fire. I trembled head to toe. My hips were moving, forward and back, faster now because of the tension winding in my core. And Matt’s mouth was devouring mine, his lips suctioning, his tongue thrusting into mine.

He cupped both sides of my face and broke this kiss. “Let Logan make you come.”

“But…” I wanted more, but I couldn’t get the words out, because Logan had fit three long, thick fingers inside me, and his thumb was stroking my clit.

With a tiny scream, I came, my body swaying so hard Matt had to hold me to keep me upright. Gradually, my orgasm faded, and I shivered as first Logan released my breast, and then his fingers slid from inside me.

Matt’s fingers pinched my chin and turned my face. “Is that what you wanted? Is your curiosity satisfied?”

My stomach plummeted. I couldn’t answer. Curiosity hadn’t been leading me. They’d tapped into a deep-seated need I hadn’t known I possessed. Had this just been a lesson? A way of warning me not to tease because I wouldn’t like the consequences? Well, it sure as fuck hadn’t worked.

As Matt drew away and Logan slid sideways to leave me, I stood still, facing my empty bed.

“Get a shower,” Matt said, his voice scarily even. “We’ll talk.”

*

I took my
time. Enclosed in the shower with steam rising to cloud the glass doors, I placed my hot cheek against the cool tile and closed my eyes.

For thirteen years I’d hidden my crush on the boy my father had said I should accept as my brother. That crush had survived our sibling rivalries. When I’d reached puberty and my hormones made me sexual, I’d lusted for Matt.

I’d acted out before. In much the same way I had in the kitchen just half an hour ago. When I was eleven, I’d played with my newly sprung breasts until the tips hardened, and then I’d make some excuse to rub against him, just to make him aware that I was changing.

He’d been patient—up to a point. Until the day I’d heard a strange sound coming from his bedroom and crept through the darkness to watch as he fisted his dick. I’d made a noise of surprise, and he’d jerked his head toward me. But he hadn’t stopped; instead he made me watch, holding me in place with the strength of his hot glare as he brought himself to orgasm.

When he’d erupted, I’d been shocked, yes, but I knew on some deeper, subconscious level that what he’d done was pleasurable despite the agonized look on his face.

We’d never spoken of it, but I’d kept that image fresh in my mind when I’d discovered that my hand could wrest the same sort of pleasure from my own body.

Why he’d let me watch, I never knew. Maybe he’d been out to punish me for letting my curiosity lead me to stalking him. Maybe he’d thought to shame me.

After that, he’d clearly set me back in sister-mode, teasing but removed. Any further attempts at continued intimacy on my part were ignored.

I’d come to accept that he didn’t see me as anything more than his little sister, and I slipped into brat-mode, doing my utmost to annoy him because I was angry and hurt.

“You can’t hide in here forever.”

It was Logan’s voice. His tall blurred form was on the other side of the glass.

Good Lord,
Logan
. Matt’s partner and best friend. Had I somehow spoiled that relationship for Matt? “Go away.”

A loud sigh sounded, and then the door slid open. He reached inside, turned off the water, then tossed a towel at my chest. “Dry off and join us downstairs.”

I couldn’t meet his gaze. “Logan?”

“Yes, Jen?”

“Did I fuck up?”

He sighed again, and then reached for the towel, dragging it from my hands. He held it open, and I walked into his embrace. Gently, he dried me, giving me a reassuring hug through the terrycloth when he was finished. He held out my robe. “Come on.”

Dreading facing Matt, I dragged my feet as I followed Logan down the hallway to the living room.

Matt sat on my sofa, elbows on his knees and cradling a beer between his hands.

Logan pointed at the center of the sofa. Reluctantly, I sat sandwiched between both men.

At last, Matt shot me a sideways glance. “Logan asked me a year ago if he could date you.”

Surprised, I glanced at Logan, who shrugged. “You’re hot. And funny. But Matt said you were in love with him, and that if ever we hooked up, you’d be doing it to get closer to him.”

Feeling a little dizzy, I drew in a deep, ragged breath, unable to meet either man’s knowing gazes.
Matt knew?

Without turning, Matt rested his hand on my knee. “All these calls. I know you’re scared of every creak in this old place, but you moved here for a reason, didn’t you?”

With his thumb stroking the inside of my thigh, I couldn’t think of a lie. So I sat mute.

“You wanted to test our relationship. See if I’d ever see you as a woman—not just my sister.”

I cleared my throat. “Since you have it all figured out,” I said, surprised at the hoarseness of my voice, “I don’t know why I’m here, sitting between the two of you. Why aren’t you running?”

“What do you think of Logan?” His gaze turned and locked with mine.

His question caught me by surprise. “He’s…all right, I guess.”

Beside me, Logan chuckled.

“You’re attracted.”

Matt’s voice was even, his words so blunt I rolled my eyes but gave him a nod.

“That’s good.”

“Why? Have you decided he can date me now?” I asked, a pang lodging in my chest.

“Matt and I bought a house, just outside of town. Three bedrooms, two baths. Seeing as you’re not doing so good living on your own, we want you to move in with us.”

I forgot to breathe as I stared. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re twenty, Jen.”

“So? You’re freaking twenty-four.”

“I’ve had loads more sexual partners.”

I raised my chin. “Who says I haven’t, too?”

His eyebrows rose.

I slumped. “Okay. So I’ve had two before today.”

Matt reached for my hand and held it cupped inside his. For a long moment, his gaze rested on our hands, and then he glanced up. “We’re going to give you experience. If you’re only curious about living with a man, sharing yourself with one, then we’ll help you fill in those blanks times two.”

Holy shit.
My heart pounded in my ears. Everything I’d fantasized and more. But did I have the courage? Could I risk our relationship? “Why would you do that? Why share? Don’t you—”

“Want you?” His smile was crooked. Slowly, he moved our joined hands between his legs.

His erection was a large hard knot behind his jeans.

“I accept,” I whispered.

Logan’s laughter shook the cushions.

Matt squeezed my hand. “Don’t be so quick. Think about what it would mean—you being shared by us.”

My heart steadied and I aimed a fearless glance at both men. “You’re right. I was too quick. You both know exactly what you’re getting. Hardly seems fair.”

Logan shook his head. “I think she wants to see the merchandise.”

Matt’s gaze narrowed. “I know what she meant. Fine.” He reached behind his neck and drew off his t-shirt.

Beside me, Logan stood and began peeling off his clothes as well.

My gaze bounced from one hard body to another, my mouth salivating until they both stood nude.

Of course, their cocks claimed my full attention. I’d seen two before this day, and neither had made my head swim or my pussy throb.

Both were thick and long, Matt’s a bit longer, actually. His also had a slight upward curve, while Logan’s stretched straight from his body. Both men’s groins and balls were shaved, completely free of hair.

“How considerate of you both,” I said, my voice gaining strength, because now that they were vulnerable, because I knew exactly how aroused they were, I held all the power.

I tossed a pillow from the sofa onto the floor. They stood silently, both watching to see what I was about to do. Since their cocks pulsed, I assumed they had at least a hope if not an outright clue.

I scooted off the sofa and removed my robe. Then I knelt on the pillow and looked expectantly at them both. “It’s only fair. You know my taste, I should know yours.”

“I haven’t tasted you, Jen,” Matt said, his voice thick. But he stepped toward me.

“You kissed me, dumbass.”

Logan held still, so I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his cock and pulled him toward me. Then I reached up and gripped Matt’s.

One dark brow shot up. “Know what you’re doing there,
sis
?”

“Fucker. Don’t call me that.”

“What do you want me to call you?”

“Jenny. Or…” I took a deep breath. “Slut.”

His cock jerked inside my grip. “I won’t do that.”

I tilted back my head. “Even if I want it? Won’t you give me anything I want if I suck you off?”

His mouth tightened. “I knew you were a horny thing, but…”

“I have fantasies—years’ worth—all stored up. After you became a cop, I wondered what you’d do if you found me selling myself on a street corner.” I drew him closer, tugging on his hard cock, until he was close enough I could smell his musk. I rubbed my cheek on his smooth head. “I dreamed you handcuffed me, bent me over the seat of your cruiser, and fucked me. You were angry and called me names. I liked slut best.”

Matt’s face hardened. His cheeks became burnished, red seeping under his skin. He raised a hand, and my heart stopped, afraid he was disgusted and was about to push me away. Instead, he gently combed his fingers through my hair, then pulled me forcefully forward, turning my head so that his cock was pressed against my mouth. “Slut, take it. Suck it deep.”

His harsh, growling tone stoked the fire inside me. I whimpered and opened wide, accepting his thrusts as he tunneled into my mouth, sliding on my tongue, then halting at the back of my throat. “I said, suck it, slut.”

I drew on him, then remembered the other cock I held. Without lube, I gently ran my hand up and down his cock while I bobbed forward to greet Matt’s strokes. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged. But he didn’t relent, coming at me again and again, until I breathed through my nose and relaxed, letting him tap the back over and over while I suctioned harder and slid my tongue along his steamy shaft. Soon, I was lost in a sensual haze.