Chapter 56

Hunter

I loved it when a plan came together.

This was the moment I'd been waiting for, when all the bullshit was shoved aside and everyone got real for once. So why were my hands shaking as I shoved my shirt up and over my head? Because there was a reason everyone had approached each other with trepidation. The minute my knee hit the bed, this was real and I shot Brock a look, wondering if he felt the same way.

Of course he did. He might try to hide it behind the same blustery bullshit he learned from Dad, but that vulnerability was there if you knew where to look. In the way his eyes creased as if looking at Jamie with my twin hurt. I felt a small pang of fear, one that disappeared the minute he settled behind her. The way Brock cradled our girl against his chest made clear he had got with the program, his kisses marking her as his.

As ours.

That's what had me shoving my shoes and pants off, my clothes just another barrier between Jamie and me that needed to be removed. Hers needed to come off next. I moved closer, watching her kiss Hayden, the experience a weird one. It was like watching myself devour her mouth from the outside, but not for long. When she came up for a breath, I tilted her head my way and moved in.

Fuck…

Just a little kiss, her breaths coming in hard and fast still because Hayden had kissed the air out of her lungs. I wanted to breathe it back then, inflate her, fill her, claim her outside and in, but instead I reached around, having to force Brock back a little to open her bra. That earned me a dark look from big brother, but there was no room for irritation, not when her tits were revealed. I tossed the underwear across the room, hoping to lose it forever, because damn… It was only a need to stop other blokes from seeing what was ours that prevented me from demanding that she never cover her breasts again.

"Why do you look like this is the first time you saw a pair of breasts?" she asked me.

"Because this is the first time I've really seen yours."

My eyes met hers and I wondered what she saw. One part horny, one part reverence, I was aching to touch her, right before I remembered that I could. The contrast between my tan and her creamy skin caught my eye for just a second before that hard little nipple pressed into my palm, demanding attention. With that special twin ESP, Hayden crawled out from underneath Jamie and moved to cover the other breast with his mouth, right as I did the same.

I would never get used to this. It wasn't just that women were so soft, their breasts made from something so special, feeling like the soft brush of a feather's fibres. It wasn't just the way she arched her back, her hands going to the backs of our heads, as if she was terrified that we'd pull away. Never. Never again. I'd be trailing after her like some abandoned puppy if she changed her mind, waiting, needing another chance. Which was why I had to make the most of this moment.

That sharp intake of breath, held in her chest and then let out in a shaky little whistle told me everything I needed to know. Then there was her grip on my hair, pulling the strands to the point of pain, making clear what she needed. More, harder, sucking her nipple in long, devastating pulls, the nipple feeling like it was swelling bigger and bigger, ready to burst.

It didn't, but this might've helped her along that path.

"Fuck…"

That little gasp had me pulling away to catch sight of Brock's teeth raking along her neck, his fingers sliding up between her thighs. Her hips danced, trying to get more friction, more contact from him, but my older brother showed restraint I'd never have. One thick finger slid over her mound, parting her folds a tiny amount, resulting in a low growl of frustration from Jamie.

"Brock…"

"Need something?"

He shot me a dark look, nodding in the same way he did when we were kids, letting me know I needed to get back on the job. Usually that was mowing the lawn, but I never watched anyone cut grass with this kind of fascination. I felt like my consciousness was split into a million different pieces. My hand gripped her hip, holding her still, despite her swaying movements. My fingers tested her wetness, my own twitching, as if I could feel that slick on the tips. My mouth sucked her nipple hard, then pinched the swollen point with moistened fingers. And I kissed her, swallowing down her moans of pleasure, catching the little hitch of breath that made clear that Brock had stopped fucking around and pushed his fingers inside her.

She couldn't kiss me now. Her eyes fell closed as she moved in time with their caresses, the movements growing faster, jerkier by the second. Jamie was searching blindly for something only we could give her. I knew then what my role was. I slid down on my brother's bed, my aching cock caressed by clean cotton, a poor substitute for her satin. Soon, I promised not-so-little Hunter as I bent my head, kissing her hip bone, following its line down to the altar I had to worship at.

I'd never get the taste of Jamie out of my head. That first lick was salty and sweet, my hands wrapping around her as I went back for more. I didn't need to grip her so tightly, though. As I caressed her clit, she moved, grinding her cunt into my face. That, just like that, this was how I loved her. Hungry, needy, taking what she wanted, her hand pushing me deeper, so I closed my lips around her clit and sucked.

"Hunter…"

Her cry was like the seagulls in the evening, her sighs like the sea. She was as wild as the sea and as all consuming. I needed her, needed her pleasure, needed to hear her, feel her whole body stiffen. Part of me wanted to claim this victory, that I was the one dragging her up to the crest of this wave of pleasure, but there was a reason it had taken us so long to get here. We could only do this together.

"That's it, baby," Brock growled, the wet schick of his fingers pulsing inside her growing faster and faster. "Come on my fingers." His arm locked around her neck, pinning her to his chest as Hayden and I worked. Tugging, caressing, dragging her further along, until the suction we created between us was too hard to resist.

"Uhh…!"

An inarticulate sound of both ecstasy and heartbreak rocked through her, right before she lost control. Salty sweetness flooded my mouth and I licked faster and faster to catch it all until she pulled away with a shudder.

That's when she realised her mistake.

She was beautiful, the artificial glare of the light fitting on the roof making clear how destroyed she was, and while I think she would've been glad to collapse down onto the bed, that wasn't going to happen. She was silly enough to tangle with three hungry boys who were looking at her the same way a dog might a juicy bone. Each one of us took in her look of sweaty bliss with a kind of pride that required a repeat performance. And because Jamie was perfect for us, that's what she demanded.

"More…?"

Each one of us shuffled forward, never more desperate than now to obey her every command. Of course, that's when Brock's birth order bullshit shouldered forward.

"How are we going to do this?" That sounded like a question, but it was more him articulating his thoughts, because he turned to Jamie. "How do you want this? I've got condoms?—"

"No."

She was definite about that, her gaze, coming from between half closed eyes, took him in without wavering for a second.

"We haven't been tested."

"Then we'll be facing a sexual health clinic together," she replied. "I need you bare, Brock."

He might've had a hope of holding back if she didn't spread her thighs, but one look at all the slick pinkness and he was lost. I knew the feeling, my body moving closer even as she pulled him down. Jamie rose like a Valkyrie, pinning him to the bed and then rising up, ready to slam herself down on his hard cock, but my hands slapped down on her hips.

"Slowly."

I don't know why I said that. If she wanted to ride my brother until he popped way too soon, then it meant I moved up the ladder to take my turn faster. Perhaps it was this. Loving someone meant that their needs, their pleasure, became more important than your own, and that's why I settled in behind her.

"Slower."

Brock nodded, understanding on some level what I meant.

She fought us, just wanting to impale herself on him, but we wouldn't allow her that freedom. Instead, she was forced to move in long, slow, rocking movements.

"You feel that." Her eyes opened, meeting mine for a second and her gaze wasn't entirely friendly. "You feel him pushing inside you." My hand slid down, caressing the slight curve of her stomach, then pushing lower. I spread her wider, rubbing my fingers on either side of her clit. "Jamie?" I stopped caressing her until she was forced to answer.

"Yes."

"Look at him. Look at the man that loves you."

Her eyes met Brock's now, and he looked like he was just waiting for that moment.

"Feel me inside you." His hips flexed and she gasped as he pushed her to her limits. "Feel me as deep as I can go, knowing I want to go deeper." He began to really move, her body forced to move along with him, swaying in time with his strokes. "Because I'll never get enough of this."

Big brother was never content to let anyone else lead for long, so he picked her up and laid her down on the bed, not disconnecting for a second. Hayden watched this, wide eyed and wanting to be in his place, I was willing to bet. But now he'd have his chance.

"Just you, baby. That's all I've ever wanted. Tell me you want me too."

His voice was hoarse, desperate, and her hands rose in response, stroking his face, his chest, unable to stop moving.

"Always." Did he know how hard it was for her to say that? I liked to think on some level he did. "Always, Brock, I need?—"

"I know." His voice broke then, his face flushed as the emotion racked him even more than the sensation. "I know, Jamie. I've always known…"

There couldn't be any more words, not the spoken ones anyway, because he was plunging his heart into her right along with his dick, forcing her open, forcing her to accept everything he had with each stroke. She took it like a champ, rising up to meet every slam of his hips. In the end, it all fell apart, him collapsing down on top of her, her arms wrapped around him, the two of them rutting into each other as their ragged gasps filled the rooms, right before they reached their peak. The way they stiffened, I felt a second hand pleasure at that, knowing exactly how Brock felt and glorying in that knowledge. It had me smiling, despite the tears that filled my eyes. Beautiful things, they broke your heart and put them back together again.

Much later that night we all collapsed down on the bed, all of us boys tangled up in Jamie.

"I don't think I can take that many orgasms every night," she panted. "We need a roster."

"We could do that—" Brock propped himself up on his elbow, staring down at her.

"You are not creating an orgasm schedule," Hayden said in a sleepy voice.

"It doesn't have to be all earth-shattering, toe-curling ecstasy," I said, snuggling into her back.

"Oh, that's what you think happened?"

I smiled at her arch tone.

"You were just about speaking in tongues at some point there, babe. Then you were using that tongue in a very distracting way, so don't try to play." My smile faded as I pressed a kiss into her neck. "But seriously, sometimes it could just be like this."

Feeling close to her, every single one of us exhausted, satisfied, but more than that. We were rocked out on a sea of pleasure, just basking in the sun, knowing all was good in the world. I said something to that effect.

"So this is what love's like?"

Her question was said in a small voice, one I'm not sure if Hayden heard, his breathing already evening out.

"Better," I whispered back. "You'll fall asleep soon, start doing that cute little snoring sound."

An elbow was driven into my ribs.

"I don't snore!"

"Whistle then," Brock added. "Emphatic breathing?"

"I take it back," she said, making a show of wriggling, but I think it was because it just made me grip her harder. "I don't want this."

"Too late." I felt Brock's shadow rather than saw it. "No take backs. You decided to take us on, for good or bad, and now you're stuck with us. Snoring, multiple orgasms, and…" He dragged her away from me and plonked her right into one of the many damp spots on the bed. "Sleeping in the wet spot!"

Her scream filled my ears but that didn't stop me from falling into sleep. Screams of outrage, screams of pleasure, we'd experience them all together.

Together, that word was almost as comforting as her as I wriggled closer, burying my face in her hair.