Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

P lease.

Jonah crushed and twisted the fabric in his fists—pulling it taut around Alyssa’s body—so hard he was surprised the seams didn’t rip. If he hadn’t called on the control he usually wielded so effortlessly, the material would have been shredded without a second thought.

It wasn’t just that one word, but the pleading light reaching out to him from her beautiful eyes—how firelight bathed her luscious body and shining hair. This woman—the one he and his brothers had longed for—had him so twisted up in knots he might not ever come undone.

But he couldn’t say he didn’t like the feeling…

He had to shake his head.

Like it?

Hell, he loved it.

How could he not?

If his forever meant having his heart tied up with Alyssa and his brothers—having them weaved together so tightly they would never unravel—then he was all for it.

"Jonah?"

"Yes, baby."

"Um…" A little frown marred her brow as she stared up at him, her face flooding with pink that spread down her chest. He’d been staring at her too long. "Is something wrong?"

"No," he murmured, letting go of the shirt and pushing up from the couch and standing. "Nothing’s wrong." He pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. More red flushed her skin as she licked at her lips, then bit at the bottom one.

Good .

Embarrassment had no place between them.

Only this.

Only desire.

Only the love that he felt for her. He was nearly bursting with the need to tell her. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Not without his brothers. And not until Alyssa was ready to accept the three of them as her only ones. He’d had to push Josh and Jake hard about this after she’d fallen asleep the night before. Lucky for them they’d exhausted her to the point she had completely passed out, because their whispering over her head had gotten a little heated at times.

But in the end, they’d agreed.

No talk of love, babies, and forever until she was ready.

His fingers stilled on his zipper.

Babies.

Had they already given her one?

No matter how much pleasure—satisfaction—welled up inside him at the idea of her growing round with their child, they’d been selfish by not giving her a choice—intentionally or not. It hadn’t even been something they’d consciously done. In all their back and forth on the best way to make her theirs—and there had been a lot of that—none of them had suggested, "Hey, let’s knock her up." But with all the bare sex they’d had with her, tying her to them with a child might already be a foregone conclusion.

But, god, taking her bare—the feel of her hot, wet walls clamping down on him with nothing between them had been a heady experience. And when he’d come inside her?

It was the only way he wanted to be with her from now on.

But she’d brought it up. And now that it was out there, he had to worry if they’d screwed things up with her. So, even though it might be a little late…

"We have condoms."

Seeing how quickly her brows rose, eyes widened, and mouth formed a little O might have been funny at any other time. But he?—

"Do you want to use a condom?"

"No." She’d asked, and he had to be honest. A condom was the last thing he wanted. But he and his brothers would honor her wishes. Too late or not.

Her features relaxed, almost like she was relieved. Either that, or he was reading what he wanted to from her expression.

"I see," she murmured, as she sat up.

I see?

What was that supposed to mean?

"Ahh…" He closed his eyes at the way she traced a finger over the front of his well-worn, faded jeans, breathing hard as her touch grazed over his cock—then harder when she cupped his balls and gently squeezed. He lifted his lids and found her staring intently at him. "Baby?"

A visible shiver shook her body.

"I don’t think I’ve told you this," she murmured, moving her hand to grip his rock-hard length. "But I love how you call me that."

The L-word, but not in the way he wanted to hear it.

"Is it what you normally call your women?" Her hand paused as she looked up at him, a little worry darkening her eyes.

"No, baby," he said, cradling her cheek. "I’ve only ever called you that. You’re…" He grimaced. Why he’d started using the endearment hadn’t ever entered his mind. It had just come out. "It’s just who you are to me."

"I see."

Those two words again.

"Okay, baby, what do you see ?"

Had that come out a little gruff?

Probably.

But with the way she was working his dick through his jeans, it was only way he could speak. It he’d been able to wear sweats like he and his brothers usually did around the house, he’d have already had it out for her firm hand to take care of. But that hadn’t been an option for any of them. While they were familiar with seeing each other’s dicks during sex, they never dwelled on it. But having to face your brothers sporting perpetual hard-ons bobbing around in gray sweats all day?

No, thank you.

"What I see is," she said, her eyes flashing to where both of her hands had gone to his fly. "Is that you are still way overdressed." She lowered his zipper, thankfully pulling the material as far away from his ready cock as it would go. "And you’ve ignored me all day."

"I have?"

"Mmm-hmm." Her hands went to the waistband and pulled it down around his thighs. His cock had never been so happy to be free. Especially when she licked her lips and grabbed his ass. "But before we go any further…"

The first swipe of her tongue had him shaking. The second, letting out a low groan. But when the hot cavern of her mouth completely engulfed him and she sucked, he had to grab onto the back of a nearby chair to keep from going to his knees.

"Mmm… God… Your mouth." He couldn’t keep his hips from rolling into her, timing each stroke with the slow bob of her head—nor keep his hands from tangling in her hair. And then he was in control, holding her head still, while he leisurely fucked into her mouth, while her fingers dug into his ass.

He was close.

Too close.

"Ah, dammit," he grumbled, pulling back enough he slipped from her mouth.

"Jonah, no."

He held her head in place, then tilted it up. Seeing how her lips had puffed and eyes glazed almost— almost —had him saying, fuck it, and finishing what she’d started. But he needed to take her too badly to let that happen. That didn’t mean that later…

"Baby," he murmured, taking hold of her hands that hadn’t let go of him and drawing them away from his body. "While your mouth is…" His body quaked at how good it was. Too good for any words he could come up with. So good, he wasn’t going to last long. "I want to be inside you when I come."

That froze her for a moment, before she tugged at her hands, that he immediately released. Then she was lying back, her legs slightly spread—pink flesh peeking out from her damp curls, teasing him—and arms going over her head, while he shoved his jeans down his legs and stepped out. The pose was sexy, seductive, and so damned submissive, he nearly came right there.

He definitely wasn’t going to last.

I’ll just have to bring her up to speed .

And the best way he knew to do that was…

It took only seconds to settle his body between her spreading legs. It wasn’t too comfortable for his dick, but it could wait as he trailed his gaze up over her mound, the swell of her belly, her bountiful breasts begging for his hands, and then her lovely face filled with anticipation.

It was a magnificent journey, but one he couldn’t linger over, not when the sweet scent of her need filled him on his next deep breath.

Tasting her was…

Josh had tried to describe it, but the words he’d used hadn’t given the experience justice.

And the sounds she made as she ground her pussy against the flat of his tongue

From their night together, he already knew how satisfying they were, and they’d spurred him and his brothers on to make sure she kept it up. But knowing the sweet music of her moans and little grunts of encouragement were because of only him, gave them a whole new meaning.

He’d also learned something else about their woman.

Those short, heaving pants and flush crawling over her skin meant she was about to come. And that’s exactly what he wanted.

"Oh… God, Jonah." So close. But not close enough. Her swollen clit teased his tongue, so he suckled at it, then nibbled, Her body bowed up, while her hands clutched at the edges of the couch. "Mmm… Yes…"

And then there were no words. Only whimpers and long, drawn out sighs while she rode out her orgasm and his tongue lapped at her wet core.

And while he and his brothers had shared for years. Being with Alyssa on his own didn’t leave him with that feeling of discontent he’d found before they’d begun the journey of pleasuring one woman together.

But none of those women were Alyssa.

It was amazing. One on one or making love to her together, none of it felt wrong.

"Jonah, now."

He lifted his head, licking his lips to keep her flavor on his tongue, to find her dazed eyes on him.

"I need you."

She didn’t have to ask twice as he eased himself up and over her body. His arms straining to hold himself above her instead of blanketing her the way his body begged him to, his cock poised over her rich, wet core.

Before their talk, he’d have already been plunged inside her—returning to the home he’d already found once in her body. But they had talked, and before he dared take her the way he craved, he had to be sure about her wants. His desperate need—and that of his brothers’ too—to be with their chosen one without any kind of barrier wasn’t a decision they could continue taking from her.

"Alyssa?"

Her eyes held his, the knowing look in them telling him she was aware of what kept him from going any further.

"Everything," she whispered, answering his unasked question. "I want all of you." Her hips rose under his, sliding her ready pussy over his aching dick. "Every drop."

"Then that’s what I’ll give you."

How Alyssa had wound up on top of him after they’d made love, he wasn’t sure. She hadn’t ridden him, although that was on his list to do—a lot—for the future. They’d just sort of shifted into this position after he’d leisurely fucked her until she’d gone wild under him. Going slow had nearly killed him, but it had been worth it when she’d come apart for him again.

But now he had to get her upstairs and in the bed.

After that, he and his brothers had a lot to do.

Ten minutes later, their woman was tucked in, a slight smile playing over lips before he turned the lamp off.

The numbers on the beside clock glowed green, reading 11:34.

"Dammit," he groused, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him as quietly as he could. His own room was right next door, making it his first stop, where he hurriedly dressed and bundled himself up in a pair of flannels, then sweater, jeans, coat, and boots.

They didn’t have much time, so he made his next stop at the room beside his.

"Josh." He shook his brother’s shoulder. "Come on, man, wake up."

"Cut it out, Dad, just another few minutes."

"Dad?" Surely he didn’t sound like their father. Or did he? The idea of that had him frowning before he shook it off. That would be something to think about later. "Josh, we’ve got to get Jake." Okay, Josh covering his head with his blanket proved that wasn’t working. But this would. "It’s Alyssa."

"What?" Josh shoved the blanket back, bolted up in bed, and fumbled on his nightstand for his glasses. "What’s wrong with Lyssa?" he said in a panicked rush while putting his glasses on and bounding from the bed.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Nothing? " Josh’s heaving chest was clear even in the darkness, before he bent over at the waist with his hands on his thighs. "You trying to give me a heart attack?" he panted out while glaring up at him.

"No, but it was fun to watch."

Josh’s eyes narrowed on him even more.

"You have more of Jake in you than you’d like to admit."

"I don’t think so. But let’s go get him."

"What’s going on," Josh all but whispered as they made the short trek to Jake’s room. "And what are you wearing. I thought you were…"

Jonah knew exactly where Josh was going with that line of thought.

"We did." He smiled at that. "And I’m wearing this because we need to take care of something."

"In the middle of the night?" Josh’s incredulous question came at him from behind as he opened Jake’s door.

"Yes," he replied, just as the lamp beside Jake’s bed came on, light flooding the room and pooling over his scowling brother sitting up in the middle of his bed.

"You two know you don’t do stealthy worth a damn, right?"

"Yes, we do. You just have big ears." Jake’s scowled deepened as Jonah eyed his brothers. "You both need to get dressed."

"Why?" Jake and Josh said in unison.

A slow grin spread over Jonah’s face.

"We’re getting a Christmas tree."