“I’m not going to fuck you,” he told her, his lips rubbing hers as he spoke. She whined low in her throat, so lost in him now that she barely noticed anything she was doing. She gripped his biceps, tugging him closer. With a low groan, he braced himself against the table, pushing his hips into hers, though he was still covered with his jeans. “You’re not ready for that yet, but I’m going to take care of you,” he promised.
With that, he dropped to his knees between her parted thighs and flicked his tongue over her clit. She moaned his name and closed her eyes, her fingers plunging into his dark hair.
“Look at him when I’m touching you,” my brother ordered.
She opened her hazy eyes and looked at me. I grinned at her. “So fucking beautiful, baby girl,” I promised her. It was taking everything in me not to pull my dick out of my pants and stroke myself as I watched him get her off. She was so fuckinggorgeous. No words in the English dictionary were enough to describe how fuckinghotshe looked as she took everything my brother was giving her.
Her moans and whimpers filled the kitchen as she began to ride his face while he ate her out. She came numerous times, eventually falling back on the table, her chest heaving up and down as she gasped for breath.
Finally, Stephen came up for air and kissed her. She moaned as he forced her to taste herself. “See how fucking good you taste?” he asked her. “No wonder Seth’s obsessed with you.”
Her sweet giggle warmed my fucking soul.
I dragged her into my arms and kissed her. “Proud of you, baby,” I praised. Her cheeks warmed. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” I lifted her into my arms. “You, too, bro. You’re helping.”
He grinned, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he promised.
9
Stephen
The sound of Bailey crying reached my ears as I passed the room she shared with Seth. Frowning, I knocked lightly on the door before I pushed it open. She was curled up on the bed, tears running down her cheeks as she clutched the stuffed animal her best friend had given her to her chest.
“Ah, baby girl,” I whispered, moving toward her. I knelt in front of her. “Talk to me.”
She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “Please leave me alone,” she begged me, her voice hoarse and cracking.
I ran my hand over her hair. “No, baby.” She sobbed. “I want you to tell me what’s wrong.”
“Yesterday was wrong!” she wailed. My heart broke for her. Nothing we did was wrong. “I’m supposed to be withSeth. Why did he let that happen?” She sobbed again, squeezing her stuffed animal even closer. “He doesn’t love me anymore, does he?”
I scooped her up into my arms and sat on the edge of their bed, holding her on my lap. “He still loves you, Bailey. He loves you so goddamn much that he can barely survive without you. He wanted all of thisfor you.”
“How can he want me?” The pain and agony in her voice were tearing my fucking soul apart. “I want his brother, too. How is that fair to him?”
“It’s fair to him because he knows he wants you to be happy, baby girl. That’s all Seth wants for you. That’s all he wantsperiod. He just wants to see you truly happy again.”
She hiccupped. “But I’m happy with him.”
“From what I understand, sweet girl, you’re not who you once were. He just wants to bring that girl back.” I knew how badly he wanted that, but I was afraid that girl was gone. Even if she moved past all of this somehow and began to cope, I knew she wasn’t going to be the same. This kind of mental strain never went away. It left its mark and its scars.
Seth stepped into the room, a towel wrapped around his shoulders and a pair of sweats riding low on his hips. His eyes widened in alarm. “Baby girl, no,” he rasped. He grabbed her face in his hands, dragging her tormented eyes to his. “What’s wrong?”
She went mute, but she still cried. “She’s upset about what happened yesterday—doesn’t think you love her anymore,” I told him, getting right to the root of the problem.
Seth kissed her, basically pouring his entire soul into their kiss. It was both beautiful and heartbreaking to watch. She cried harder, but I felt her relaxing in my arms as his lips worked with hers. “Bailey, baby, I willnevernot love you, you hear me? You are everything to me. I just want you to be happy again—completely happy. And I know Stephen makes you happy, too, baby. I just want you to embrace him and welcome him into what we already have.”
Her chin wobbled. “You promise you’re not leaving me?”
He pressed his lips to her forehead. “I’m keeping you forever, baby girl.”
She sighed in relief, her tears finally slowing. “Okay,” she whispered.
I stood from the bed with her still cradled in my arms. “You mind making breakfast?” I asked him. “I’m going to watch a movie with her.” It was our thing after she had a meltdown, and I would never break the tradition with her.
Seth nodded and pressed a kiss to Bailey’s lips again. “You going to eat for me, baby girl?”
She sniffled. “I’ll try.”