with Jessie. She was more his type. Beautiful, smart,
and open to new things – and yes, he was referring to new things in the sexual
sense. The woman blew his mind when she lost her inhibitions. Especially
considering she was so open to the threesome aspect of the relationship they
shared, even if she didn’t seem to understand it fully.
Turning
so that the water poured down over his face, Brendon held his breath, wishing
like hell he could just get his mind focused on the one place it needed to be.
He
had to stop worrying about Braydon and Jessie and what might be developing
between them. His twin brother was his other half, and the two of them hadn’t
been separated in any capacity since the day they were born. Braydon was his
best friend, his confidante, and he was also the third in Brendon’s
relationships and vice versa.
And
that was something he’d never questioned before…
Until
Jessie.
And
Cheyenne.
♂♀♂
Braydon
The
knock on the door was barely detectable over the buzz of the television and the
sound of the water pipes rumbling in the wall of Brendon’s bathroom. Braydon
had no idea how long Jessie had been standing there, but as soon as he opened
the door, and just like every other time he laid eyes on this woman, his world
tipped on its axis.
Too
bad she belonged to his brother.
“Hey,”
he greeted, taking a step back to allow her to come inside.
“Hey
back,” she said with a shy smile. “I brought tacos.”
At
the mention of food, Braydon’s stomach growled, making Jessie laugh. “I guess
it’s a good thing, too.”
“I’m
not complaining.”
God,
she was the most radiant woman he’d ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes
on. Especially in those tight denim shorts and the oversized hoodie that
disguised the rest of her luscious curves, he found her so damn hot, he worried
he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her.
Too
bad she belonged to his brother.
That
was a mantra he had better get used to. Because the direction that his thoughts
had been going recently, was probably going to get him in some serious trouble.
It
didn’t seem to matter that Braydon and Brendon shared women, and it didn’t seem
to matter that Braydon knew he’d be buried to the hilt within this woman before
the night was out. The simple fact that she didn’t belong to him was making him
crazy.
And
it was a first.
Never
before in his life had he wanted to stake a claim on a woman. Not until Jessie.
And wouldn’t you fucking know it, Brendon had put the moves on her first which
made Braydon officially the third in this little tryst of theirs. Something
he’d never had a problem with until lately.
But
there was something different about this woman. Something that he found himself
drawn to on a level that was so much deeper than mere sexual chemistry. And the
more time they spent together, the stronger his feelings for her seemed to get.
Leading
Jessie into the kitchen, he grabbed three plates from the cabinet and three
beers from the refrigerator before returning to join her at the center island
that doubled as a bar. Jessie had already gotten comfortable, perched on the
bar stool opposite him.
“How’s
it going?” she asked.
Braydon
paused in his pursuit to sate his hunger, holding the unwrapped taco in midair
as he looked up at her, but he was surprised to see she wasn’t looking at him.
In fact, it appeared she was avoiding eye contact at all costs.
“Good.
You?”
Damn,
they sounded like two nervous teenagers at a high school dance.
“Good,”
she mumbled, reaching over to grab one of the tacos out of the plastic bag.
When her hand brushed against his, Braydon held his breath, refusing to
acknowledge what her simple touch did to him.
This
was fucking crazy.
Wanting
to drive his cock into her pussy while his brother took her ass was one thing,
but the visions of the things he wanted to do to her – alone – were unsettling,
to say the least.
He’d
never been with
and open to new things – and yes, he was referring to new things in the sexual
sense. The woman blew his mind when she lost her inhibitions. Especially
considering she was so open to the threesome aspect of the relationship they
shared, even if she didn’t seem to understand it fully.
Turning
so that the water poured down over his face, Brendon held his breath, wishing
like hell he could just get his mind focused on the one place it needed to be.
He
had to stop worrying about Braydon and Jessie and what might be developing
between them. His twin brother was his other half, and the two of them hadn’t
been separated in any capacity since the day they were born. Braydon was his
best friend, his confidante, and he was also the third in Brendon’s
relationships and vice versa.
And
that was something he’d never questioned before…
Until
Jessie.
And
Cheyenne.
♂♀♂
Braydon
The
knock on the door was barely detectable over the buzz of the television and the
sound of the water pipes rumbling in the wall of Brendon’s bathroom. Braydon
had no idea how long Jessie had been standing there, but as soon as he opened
the door, and just like every other time he laid eyes on this woman, his world
tipped on its axis.
Too
bad she belonged to his brother.
“Hey,”
he greeted, taking a step back to allow her to come inside.
“Hey
back,” she said with a shy smile. “I brought tacos.”
At
the mention of food, Braydon’s stomach growled, making Jessie laugh. “I guess
it’s a good thing, too.”
“I’m
not complaining.”
God,
she was the most radiant woman he’d ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes
on. Especially in those tight denim shorts and the oversized hoodie that
disguised the rest of her luscious curves, he found her so damn hot, he worried
he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her.
Too
bad she belonged to his brother.
That
was a mantra he had better get used to. Because the direction that his thoughts
had been going recently, was probably going to get him in some serious trouble.
It
didn’t seem to matter that Braydon and Brendon shared women, and it didn’t seem
to matter that Braydon knew he’d be buried to the hilt within this woman before
the night was out. The simple fact that she didn’t belong to him was making him
crazy.
And
it was a first.
Never
before in his life had he wanted to stake a claim on a woman. Not until Jessie.
And wouldn’t you fucking know it, Brendon had put the moves on her first which
made Braydon officially the third in this little tryst of theirs. Something
he’d never had a problem with until lately.
But
there was something different about this woman. Something that he found himself
drawn to on a level that was so much deeper than mere sexual chemistry. And the
more time they spent together, the stronger his feelings for her seemed to get.
Leading
Jessie into the kitchen, he grabbed three plates from the cabinet and three
beers from the refrigerator before returning to join her at the center island
that doubled as a bar. Jessie had already gotten comfortable, perched on the
bar stool opposite him.
“How’s
it going?” she asked.
Braydon
paused in his pursuit to sate his hunger, holding the unwrapped taco in midair
as he looked up at her, but he was surprised to see she wasn’t looking at him.
In fact, it appeared she was avoiding eye contact at all costs.
“Good.
You?”
Damn,
they sounded like two nervous teenagers at a high school dance.
“Good,”
she mumbled, reaching over to grab one of the tacos out of the plastic bag.
When her hand brushed against his, Braydon held his breath, refusing to
acknowledge what her simple touch did to him.
This
was fucking crazy.
Wanting
to drive his cock into her pussy while his brother took her ass was one thing,
but the visions of the things he wanted to do to her – alone – were unsettling,
to say the least.
He’d
never been with
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