"Don't let Jared stop us. He's stopped me from getting everything I've wanted my entire life. I'm done with that. For once, I'm getting what I want. And if I have to challenge my brother for control, then that's what I'll have to do."
Wes's breath was hot on my ear, sending pleasurable sensations straight between my legs.
"Just say yes, Jen."
I thought of all of the reasons I shouldn't. Jared's proposal. Tim. My girls. The impossibility that this was going to work out. The fact that I was getting in the way of two brothers. Maybe I shouldn't, but I wanted this. I wanted him. Knowing that I might be kissing my blossoming friendship and this small-town goodbye, I suddenly decided that I didn’t care anymore. It was time to do what I want, instead of being afraid all of the time. So, I whispered, "Yes."
Wes' eyes burned brightly in the dim lighting of my living room. He met my mouth softly, as if it were the first time.
"I've dreamed about kissing you again. You have no idea how much I've missed this." he said.
I let his lips linger across mine as his fingers traced the straps of my dress and slid them down my shoulder. He ran his hands up and down my back.
"Make love to me. I need you inside of me now."
Wes slid his arms beneath me and scooped me up into his arms. He put me down on the couch and slid my skirt down. His fingers gently removed my underwear. I was still wearing my tank top and bra. Desperate for his touch, I unhooked my own bra and slid my tank top over my head. I leaned back and reached my arms out towards him. Wes stood, unmoving. His hungry eyes took me in.
"You're beautiful. Luminous. I know that word is corny, but I can't think of anything else to say."
"Shut up and kiss me."
He pulled off his shirt, revealing his broad and toned shoulders. His pants and briefs hit the ground next, and my eyes drifted over his manhood. He climbed onto the couch next to me, and his fingers ran up and down my hot skin, discovering my curves. Desperate for him, I pushed his hand between my legs and placed his finger on my clit. Wes began massaging in small slow circles, sending blissful waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. But it wasn't enough. I needed more. I leaned in to increase the pressure and grabbed his hands in mine.
"I want your hard cock in me now." I whispered in his ear.
He kissed me deeply while he began to rub his fingers against my center harder and faster. "I want to make sure you come first." He increased the pace and pressure and slipped two fingers inside of me. I was slippery and wet, his fingers entering me easily. I was suddenly close to coming. My breath caught in my throat. I ripped his hands away and grabbed his hardness. I couldn't take it anymore. Wes moaned in appreciation as I wrapped my lips around his stiff cock. Cupping his balls in one hand, I began bobbing up and down, taking him into my mouth entirely. After a few seconds, Wes gently pushed my head back and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me even with him on the couch. I straddled him and eased myself onto his throbbing member. Unable to control myself, I ground against him in a frenzy. Plunging in and out of me, I massaged my clit with his pelvic bone.
"Look." Wes whispered and pointed to the sliding glass door on the other side of the room. I followed his gaze to the jarring reflection of our tangled naked bodies. My round and ample thighs, white and creamy, on top of his smooth tanned skin. I increased my rhythm and braced myself with the top of the couch. Our bodies smacked together, Wes plunging in and out of me with every stroke. Wes reached up and grabbed my nipple and twisted hard. A bit of breast milk dribbled out. Undisturbed, Wes grabbed my other breast and pinched my nipple. Hard. Suddenly, I was overcome with climax. With a groan, I came so hard my torso bent in half with the effort. Wes stood up and turned me facing over the back of the couch, my ass facing him. He plunged into my wetness and pulled my hips towards him. He slid in and out of me, slamming harder and harder with each stroke. In my post-orgasm daze, I melted into him. I reached back and grabbed his thigh, digging my fingertips into his flexed muscle. He plunged in and out of me quicker and quicker, until the clap of my ass against his thighs filled the room. Wes filled my pussy with cum with a grunt and pulled out, flipping me on my back. He knelt down, and began lapping at my clit. In a few seconds, I was shuddering with another orgasm, squirting a bit. We lay there in a haze, unmoving. My legs were still wrapped around his shoulders, his cheek on my mound.
"Well," he cried hoarsely, "Was it worth all the trouble?"
"All the trouble and more." We both burst into hysterical giggles. His cum leaked out of me and drizzled down my legs and onto the couch cushions. I didn't even attempt movement. My legs were too weak. And I meant what I said. Even though we were now all in, high stakes, there was no way that Jared or Tim could offer me what Wes did. He made me feel alive. And there was no way I was going to give that up again.
Chapter 29
Frank
After years of working to fulfill my brother's dreams, our relationship is on solid ground. At least according to Jared, it is. He's taken our pack into a completely different direction. We don't speak about how he seized control when we were younger, and I was naive to think that my brother would always have our family's best interest at heart. My own brother gave me the boot, but kept me around to watch the slaughter. Rather than putting up a fight, I convinced myself I was happy to stay and play errand boy. I initially agreed, resigning myself to be the muscle, the scapegoat, but Jared hasn't recognized my sacrifice in a decade. About a year ago, I hatched a plan to dazzle Jared with loyalty, in the hopes that he would one day reconsider my leadership role. One night, after my fourth hospitalization in several months, I realized that Jared took me for granted. I got started immediately, working out what I would need to do for a secret plan. From the moment Jen arrived into our lives, I wondered whether or not I was willing to go through with it. I wanted to overthrow my brother, but that was before he invested his time in trying to ensnare Jen to be our mate. As much as I hated to admit it, I thought his motives were unselfish. Jen wasn't beautiful enough for Jared to go through all of this trouble. I mean, she was beautiful to Wes and I. But, Jared could have any woman he wanted with his powers of persuasion. For him to go to bat for this girl and offer to be her mate, what power was she wielding that no other woman before her was able to offer? What did Jared see in her for us, and for himself? He was getting tangled up and it was dangerous. Holding humans hostage, threatening to murder someone he was now personally tied to, they were all sloppy. And that wasn't Jared. There was something bigger at play. And I was going to find out what. Jared wasn't the only one with a persuasive gift.
Jen stood in the doorway in a tight satin sapphire dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She gleamed with satisfaction as my eyes danced over her body. “You've never looked prettier.” I said, flashing her what I hoped was a seductive smile. I needed her to buy my story. Otherwise, I was never going to be alone with her.
"So do you. Luminous in fact." Her eyes sparkled mischievously. I'd forgotten about that.
"Luminous is accurate." If she was confused, she didn't show it.
"Where's Wes?"
I was expecting this question. "He had something important that he had to handle for the shop. Instead of standing you up, we decided that I should step in and at least cover for the bum.”
Except Wes has no idea that I'm meeting her because I used his phone to arrange this whole thing. Even though she tried to fight it, disappointment soured her expression.
“Dinner is ready, I've just got to dress the salad. But let's have a drink first. Do you mind
sitting outside? I've got a table set outside.”
A few minutes later, we were making small talk while the sun began to lower in the sky. The entire time, I kept glancing at Jen's full lips. Stop it. You can't get attached to her. This is simply to gain her trust and to get her away from Wes. He can't get hurt in all of this. And if I'm going to overthrow Jared, I need him focused and angry, with someone to blame. It really is for the best. Jen shivered and rubbed her arms. “It's getting dark. Are you cold? We can go back inside.”
She smiled shyly. “I'm sorry. I didn't want to say anything because I went through all the trouble of setting up the meal out here.”