“Yesssss.”
“Finish eating.”
I shove a few fries in my mouth. Eating as quickly as I can, I finish off half my plate, then shove it back. “Done.”
They both share a look. After licking his fingers again, Breckin reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He tosses a few bills on the table. They hoist me up and fix my dress, pulling it back down.
I clutch the table to steady myself, my legs wobbling like pudding.
“Let’s go.” Brendan nods before they each take one of my hands and guide me out of the booth, then the restaurant without ever taking a bite of their own dinner.
The ride home rushes by in a blur. We fly down pitch-black streets, Breckin’s hand alternating from the gearshift to my thigh. Every touch, every light tease sends hot currents tingling through my nerves. The revving engine vibrates my seat, electrifying my already sensitized skin. From behind, Brendan strokes my bare arm and shoulder.
By the time we pull into their garage, every inch of my body sings with anticipation. My legs shake as Breckin helps me out of his car.
Holding me upright, his lips meet mine. Soft and sweet, he kisses me like a gentleman after a first date, not a man that just made me come in a restaurant with his brother.
When we break for air, Brendan’s standing right beside us. Cupping my chin, he tilts my face toward him. Then, he kisses me. Possessive and passionate, it’s filled with promises of more.
I’m not sure if my body can handle more. I’ve already lost track of the amount of orgasms I’ve had today. Still, a bead of moisture drips down my thigh.
I’m breathless by the time he breaks the kiss. He glances at his brother. They share one of their mysterious looks, then each nod.
Breckin wraps his arm around my shoulder, placing a single featherlight kiss on my lips. “Come on, Sweetheart.”
My heart races as he leads me inside their house. My pulse thumps so loud between my ears I cannot even hear our footsteps.
I’ve kissed them both. They both had their fingers inside me minutes ago. But this feels different. Not just messing around. Not just teasing. More. Both of them. All of them and all of me.
As we cross the threshold, Breckin leans down and kisses me. His smooth lips melt against mine, fusing like that’s where they were always meant to be. When I moan, he starts walking backward, guiding me deeper into their home.I barely notice that Brendan doesn’t follow us.
Tender, sensual, every movement of his is a drawn out slow dance. Tentative kisses on my lips, cheeks, and neck leave me panting. Gentle caresses along my torso and arms send ripples cascading through my veins. He backs up enough to glance into my eyes. His green eyes sparkle with a reserved intensity. It’s not domineering or demanding. Instead, they seek my consent. It’s heady, knowing that I hold all the power, that I am in control.
But it’s more than that. There’s a need, not simply a want, for my approval. All of our conversations, everything over the last two weeks, crash into me. It’s him. He’s the one who has cooked for me, who drove me to the hospital, and held me all night when I needed him. He didn't just say he'd be here, he is here, and I’m certain he would do anything for me. His need to care for me, even at my worst, is here.
My heart constricts inside my ribcage. No one has ever been there for me like him.
Standing up on my toes, I kiss him. He opens his mouth immediately, deepening our embrace, all the passion in his eyes there in that kiss.
Our feet move in unison, gliding farther into the kitchen before turning toward the dining room. When we break for air once more, his hands glide down my sides, grazing the hem of my dress. His eyes search mine, waiting for approval. No words, because they are not necessary. Everything is there, inside those jade eyes.
I nod.
He pulls my dress over my head, tossing it on the floor between us.
In only a pair of heeled boots, I stand in front of him. My bare chest heaves with every heavy gasp of air as his eyes glide up and down my exposed form.
“Wow.” That’s all he says, but it’s all he needs to. That look in his eyes says the rest as he closes the distance between us. With leisurely movements, he strokes my arms and neck. He takes his time caressing my torso, every inch except my breasts.
I’m putty under his touch, so turned on I can’t think. When he finally takes both my breasts in his large hands, I moan, melting at the contact. Leaning down, he sucks my hard nipple past his velvety, smooth lips, into his hot mouth.
I jolt. “Oh, fuck.” When he twirls his tongue around my nub, my knees give out. He wraps his arms around me, holding me up.My hands fly to his hair, tugging on the roots to anchor myself as I almost come undone from that one flick.
When he switches to my other breast, I whimper, a strung-out ball of nerves waiting to explode. Needing that release. Still, he takes his time.
Fleeting licks, silken brushes of his fingertips on my molten flesh, it all drives my hunger. Dropping to his knees, he peers up at me. Speechless reverence freezes my shaking body.
He’s still silent as he kisses his way down my torso. My chest heaves with labored breaths. Above my stomach, off to the side, a teasing lick around my belly button, then he teases his tongue around my belly ring. Each kiss is another coal thrown in the inferno blazing around us.