Chapter 42

Hunter

Jamie couldn't answer me obviously, but as I walked closer, I took it all in.

I'd had plenty of fevered fantasies featuring my girl, but never like this. Her lips stretched tight, struggling to take him, her throat working. I'd never wanted to swap places with my brother before, but right now…? Jealousy punched me hard in the guts, but just to make shit confusing, my dick rose, thickening, swelling way too fucking fast.

So somehow I was into this.

"Don't let me stop you." I waved my hand. "Continue."

"Glad we have your approval," Brock groaned. "Jamie…"

He was about to say something, to tell her this was done, but Brock didn't see the flash of rebellion in her eyes. Jamie pulled back slowly, as if revealing my brother's dick to me–that wasn't what she was trying to show me. She made fucking love to that cock, the movement of her tongue made clear by the way her cheeks bulged, then she pulled off with a flourish, mutely daring me to make comment.

So I did.

"Oh, you're not done yet," I said, moving so I was standing next to both of them, able to see exactly how puffy Jamie's lips were. "You need to finish the job."

"If you turn around and go down those stairs, pretending you never saw this, we could," Brock grumbled.

"Nope." I propped my butt on the edge of the desk and then leaned down, bundling her hair higher up on the back of her neck. "I admit I've thought about you sucking dick way too many times, Jamie, so right now? I need you to show me." My grip on her hair tightened and she rolled her head back, revealing the line of her throat. "Show me exactly how good it would be. Then…" I shook my head, the room feeling like it was filled with something far thicker than air. It was soupy and hard to breathe in, and yet the only way you were getting me out of this office was to forcibly drag me. "Make me feel it, babe."

"You're fucking twisted," she said, her voice just a little raspy, making me wonder how deep she'd been taking him.

"But you're not saying no." My grin widened as she pulled against my grip, one hand moving to encircle his length, the other to cup his balls. "Nice…" I said. "Some girls don't realise how good a bit of ball play can be."

"If you're not gonna leave," big brother growled, "then at least shut the fuck up."

"And when have I ever done that?" I asked him.

Brock couldn't answer though, his hips moving, his hand going to her cheek. I wasn't his focus right now, she was.

What the fuck was I doing? That question was like a small voice screaming into a hurricane, whisked away in the sensual madness happening before me. Because in my mind, I wasn't watching. It was my dick she was sucking really fucking deep. It was me that was flexing my hips, but not too much, trying to get deeper. The sulky ache of my cock inside my pants intensified with each stroke, as if it was her getting me off, not Brock. His low groan was a twin of mine as her eyes flicked up, meeting his then mine, that sweet, sweet moment of connection snapping tight, right as she shoved him deep down her throat.

"No…"

Brock and I were of the same mind, protesting when we heard her gargle, his hands slapping down on the arms of his chair, mine sliding from the back of her neck to her throat. Strands of her hair caressed the backs of my hands as I felt her throat convulse. There was a little trick that I'd found could help, my hand pressing gently down on the tight muscles, encouraging them to relax. The strangled sound Brock made had me thinking it was working, right before Jamie started to really move.

I knew exactly what those sharp, short strokes would feel like. Wet, velvety soft, and hugging your entire length, my brother had to be aching. I knew I was. My eyes, my hands not knowing where to go. Watching her expressions, catching when her eyes fell closed as if she was totally into the moment, her nails clawing at his skin right as the chair began to creak.

"Fuck, Jamie…"

That hopeless sound was a perfect articulation of the same lost feeling I was experiencing. Brock didn't give a shit about me being there anymore, his entire focus was trained on her. His eyes creased, his face pulling into a silent snarl as every muscle trembled. Brock was riding that frantic edge, trying to hold onto that mind-blowing pleasure right up until the point he was forced to tumble over.

"Baby, I'm gonna… Jamie, you need…"

But my girl was never going to say die, her head bobbing faster and faster.

"He wants to know if you want to swallow," I found myself saying. "You're going to, aren't you?" Her eyes flicked open, meeting mine, a dangerous light flickering there. "Take it, baby, take it all."

She proved me right as Brock roared. The sound was cut off, smothered as his body went rigid, pumping every drop down her throat.

"Show me before you swallow."

Where the fuck had that come from? I said the words without meaning to, but she pulled away slowly, Brock panting through waves of terrible sensitivity, before sitting back on her heels and opening her mouth. Why was that so fucking hot? I shook my head and then told her to swallow it all. Watching her do that broke something in me, forcing me away from the desk and its dirty little tableau and towards the bathroom Brock installed in the office for his own personal use.

My zip was down, my cock out and in my hand, aimed at the toilet in seconds, but right as I got a good pace going, I felt a hand on my hip. Small, delicate, it slid across my uniform and then moved around. It was my body that stiffened now as I felt Jamie's fingers encircle me.

"Fuck…"

I had more to say, that she didn't need to do this, that I was aware I'd stumbled into something incredibly personal and couldn't help but insert myself into it, but that died when her hand tightened. I was already so fucking close. That soft grip, the strength in her fingers, had me panting like a bitch in heat.

"Jamie…" Her hand moved harder, faster, replicating the same rhythm I'd just been using and that had my balls pulling up tighter. Rather than vicariously enjoying second hand pleasure, I was experiencing it violently now.

"Shh…"

Her voice was a hiss in my ear, soothing and stimulating at the same time. The sounds I made were a lot less controlled, just little pants of pleasure as it all came rushing to a head.

This, this was what I'd wanted for so damn long, and even if it came in the weirdest of circumstances, I couldn't find it in me to regret it. I thrust into her grip, over and over, before my balls boiled over. Ropes of cum shot into the toilet, each one causing a full body shiver until finally I was done. My hands slapped down on the cubicle walls before I turned to face her.

There was an air of challenge in Jamie's expression, daring me to make a big deal out of this, but all jealousy, all envy, had been shot out of me when I came. Now there was only a feeling of intense need to touch her, hold her close. I picked her up and placed her on the sink, dimly aware that Brock had appeared, before slamming my mouth down on hers. She kissed me right back, making that joy flare all the brighter, until we were forced to pull away panting.

"So are you going to be a selfish prick, letting our girl get you off without returning the favour?" Brock asked me. "Or are we going to make sure everyone walks out of here with a grin on their face."

"I better?—"

Jamie started to pull away, move to slip off the sink and out of the bathroom, but I held her where she was.

"Ride my face until you come?" I asked before stroking my cheeks. "I made sure to shave this morning. It'd be a lot smoother than the Wookie over there."

"Wookie…" Brock shook his head sharply.

"I—"

She opened her mouth, ready to say something, but someone shouted her name from the workshop floor.

"Hey, Mouse! You coming for lunch?"

"Tell him you're not hungry," I urged. "Tell him you got a bite to eat up here, and while it will keep you satisfied for a little while, I'm the one that needs to eat."

"I can't…"

She did slip down then, pressing a hand to my chest and pushing me aside, and I went, if not real willingly. Jamie was always slipping through my fingers, but I had to remind myself that we'd just gotten closer than ever before.

"OK, so you need a raincheck for tonight then." She turned around, frowning slightly, but I just grinned. "That's why I came by. We've got a date planned for tonight."

"And you want to…"

The way she flushed right now, all the shyness she'd managed to push aside moments before rushing back, didn't deter me. My tongue flicked over my lips, almost able to taste her already.

"Nothing I want more than that." I stood taller. "I intended to take you down to the beach once we got some fish and chips?—"

"Ballantynes?" she asked, eyes shining.

"Of course." It was a fish and chip shop with a legendary reputation, people coming from all across the city to buy their food. "You can eat chips and I…"

It felt good, to finally let myself inspect every inch of Jamie. I could give myself permission to strip her bare inside my mind, imagining all her curves.

"I'll satisfy other hungers."

Brock's rude snort killed the mood, something that was deliberate if his smile was anything to go by, but Jamie just shook her head.

"I better go. We don't want the guys coming up here. The office stinks of sex and you've still got your dicks out." Shit. Brock and I moved then, tucking ourselves away, even if Mr. Happy was still pretty keen on another round. "But…" Jamie was heading for the door, but she looked back over her shoulder. "I'll see you tonight around six?"

"Yeah, you will."

All those feel-good endorphins seemed to multiply as she walked downstairs, right up until the point Brock came to stand before me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He poked me in the chest, forcing me to knock his hand away. "We talked about this. You're not supposed to be horning into my time with Jamie."

"I came here to see her, not you." I shoved him back, but the prick didn't move an inch. "We've got a date tonight?—"

"I remember." He fixed me with his steely gaze, the same one he used when I'd nick his favourite LEGO set or toy car. "No reason why you couldn't ring Jamie, come by after work, anything…" He looked back at the office chair, as if re-experiencing everything. "But horning in right at that moment."

"If anyone was horning in, it was you." I shot my brother a rakish smile, but Brock just frowned. "And hey, it worked out in the end. Really well, actually." My brain was still trying to process everything, the sheer fucking hotness of what happened sending it offline. I admit, seeing a girl suck my brother off was never a fantasy I'd entertained, but it was definitely giving me ideas. "We're already working together to help Jamie through this whole engagement party thing. What if we took that a step further?"

Inside my head, my brothers were shadowy shapes, moving closer to our girl. Jamie rolled over to watch us approach and smiled, beckoning us over.

"You want to do shit like that on purpose?" Brock frowned and I watched the cogs whirr inside his head, only for them to stop abruptly. "Nope, no way. I agreed to a truce to get Jamie through this shitstorm, but after that?" He stepped closer, trying to use that bad motherfucker look of his to psych me out, but I was used to my big brother's bullshit. "She's mine."

"Maybe."

My grin was driving Brock nuts, so I just smiled wider. I'd made some serious missteps with Jamie, but now I could see a way I could get an advantage over both him and Hayden. They were going to break her heart, forcing her to choose, whereas I…? I could see a future where all three of us kept working as a team. Not to circumvent her mother's high handed bullshit, but to focus all our efforts on making her happy. I nudged Brock, something that had him shoving me away.

"I'll be back at six to pick up our girl," I told him. "Try to keep your hands to yourself until then. Anyone could've walked in and seen you guys at it, and I don't think you'd want Ken or Gary joining in this time." His teeth ground together. "And anyway, I want Jamie hungry by the time I take her out tonight." When I winked, his face turned an alarming shade of purple. "For food, of course."

Brock had more to say, but I'd rather leave him to stew, so I walked off, whistling all the way down the stairs, which had Jamie looking up from the car she was working on. The sex haze was fading and she looked a little pale, a little embarrassed as a result, but I just smiled. She might be trying to forget how uninhibited she'd allowed herself to be moments before, but I wasn't. Instead, my mind raced, working overtime to think of scenarios where I could get her to let loose like that again.