Denver
“It’s been a week now.”
“I know.” I roll my eyes while Odis paces my room. “I can count.”
“How many times have you seen her?”
“Maybe twice—and when I did, she ducked back into her room. It’s like she decided she lives in there now.”
“Same here. She sees me and runs away.”
When my brother turns around and starts walking again, I have to say something. “Could you not? You’ll wear a hole in the floor, for Christ’s sake. All this pacing isn’t helping anything.”
The fact is, I’m as pissed and worried as he is. I’m better at hiding it, is all. “We have to find a way to make her talk to us.”
“No shit. What did you have in mind?”
The thing is if this was any other girl but Gemma, there would be no question in my mind. I wouldn’t care about her feelings, whether or not she wanted to see me, any of it. I’d do whatever I felt like, and that would be that.
That’s why I’m at a loss here. How am I supposed to get through to her? It’s obvious she wants us as much as we want her. Not being with her this entire week has been torture. She’s right there, behind a door. So close, but so far.
“Now that Dad’s out with Linda, we should try to talk to her,” Odis muses. They’re looking at venues and decorations and all that stuff. I overheard Gemma asking if she could go with them, but Linda said no. That she should stay home and enjoy herself. As if she’s enjoyed herself once in the past week.
“She’s only going to slam the door in our faces.”
“Then we kick the door down.”
I roll my eyes again. “Right. That would totally get her to talk to us again.”
He’s about to say something shitty—I can just tell—when there’s a knock on the door. We exchange a look before I go to answer. There’s only one person it can be. She must’ve heard us arguing about her.
What I find when I open the door takes my breath away and makes my cock stand up straight. She’s barefoot, her hair hanging over her shoulders and back, wearing nothing but a nightgown so sheer she might as well wear nothing at all.
“What are you doing?” What a stupid question but she sort of took me by surprise. She brushes past me into the bedroom, where Odis looks as stunned as I am.
“I’m telling you I made a decision. I’ve done a lot of thinking over the past week.” Yeah, what else was there for her to do? “And I’ve decided I don’t care what anybody thinks.”
“About being with us?” I want to believe it, but it seems too easy. Then again, has this last week been easy?
Her head bobs up and down as she bites her lower lip. “I want to give it a try. We’d have to talk things out and set rules or whatever so nobody gets hurt, but I want to try.” Her cheeks go pink as she looks at me, then Odis. “Is that okay with you?”
Is that okay with us?
I answer by going to her, taking her face in my hands, and crushing my mouth against hers. She parts her lips and lets my tongue slide through while Odis lowers the straps of her nightgown. I step back to let it fall to the floor before pulling her in, my dick rubbing against her bare hip through my shorts.
It’s like a dream. The best dream. She’s here, she’s with us, and she wants to be. Her hand curls around the back of my neck as the kiss deepens, our tongues moving together. When I open my eyes, I see her other hand is around the back of Odis’s neck while he kisses her neck, his hands roaming her body.
I pull back, letting her turn her face toward him so they can kiss, while I latch onto the other side of her neck and lick a slow trail from earlobe to shoulder. She shudders, moaning into Odis’s mouth.
“You’re ours,” he whispers before kissing her again, and her muffled moan of acceptance makes my erection jump painfully against my zipper. I shuck off my shorts and kick them to the side, then pull my shirt over my head. I want to feel her skin against mine.
Odis pulls away, and I descend on her, nibbling her lips before kissing her chin, then her throat. She reaches between us and takes hold of my cock, and I could cry with relief when her hand moves down my shaft, then up again. She opens her eyes, and in them, I see lust. Desire.
Trust.
Odis has taken off his clothes and presses against her again from behind. She takes hold of him, too, stroking us in tandem while we play with her body. He slides a hand between her thighs while I take her perfect tits in my hands, molding and kneading them before lapping at her nipples. She closes her eyes and lets her head fall back against Odis’ shoulder, stroking us faster. The scent of her arousal is like a drug, wrapping itself around me, drawing me in until I’m on my knees in front of her.
Odis takes her tits in his hands and plunges his tongue into her mouth while I spread her thighs slightly, just enough that I can probe her slit. She’s slick, hot, and the taste is just as exquisite as I remember. I lick slowly, deliberately, coating her lips with my saliva before parting them and delving deep into her pink folds.