“I can’t help it, Lena, your fucking body is perfect, and I can’t wait to explore it.” He lifted up and began to lick along her neck to the short V in the center of her shirt.
“Bryant,” she whispered as he continued lower down her body before li
fting up her shirt to cup her breasts between his hands.
“Yeah, darling?”
“We need to talk about something,” she told him. He pushed the material of her bra up and over her breasts, releasing them.
He couldn’t wait to suckle her breasts and lick across her taut nipples.
“Bryant,” she demanded sternly, and he looked up but kept teasing her nipple with his tongue.
She held her hands against both sides of his head.
“I didn’t have sex with Quinn, Blake, or Kenny.”
“I know, Lena. Blake told me yesterday.”
“Bryant.”
He looked up again, wondering where she was going with this.
“I’m hungry, Lena, and you’re on the menu for dessert tonight.”
“But, Bryant, you need to know something.”
“What do I need to know? You told me you didn’t have sex with them, and Blake told me what they did with you.”
“He did?” she asked, gripping his head tighter.
“Lena? What is it?”
“You should know that I want to have sex with them. I want Blake, Kenny, and Quinn, and I want you, too. If you’re not willing to make amends with your brothers, then we have ourselves a seriously complex situation.”
Bryant smiled then crawled back up closer to her mouth.
“Lena, honey, it’s going to take some time, but I want you and they want you, and we had always talked about continuing our family tradition. We’ll work it out so you’ll know that we each want you as our woman. I don’t know if I’ll be able to share you in the same bed with them for a bit. My brothers and I have some hard feelings to work out and I have some things to attend to around the ranch and with my parents as well. Now can I please have my dessert, darling?”
Lena nodded her head and smiled as Bryant abruptly sat up, pushed her shirt up to her neck and licked his lips.
“Did I ever tell you that I’m a breast man?”
* * * *
Lena closed her eyes and absorbed everything that Bryant shared with her and the way his mouth felt against her skin. She was on fire and she wanted to enjoy caressing his bare chest and shoulders.
She ran her fingernails along the ridges of his shoulders and thick neck muscles. She traced along the intricate tattoo and wondered what exactly it was of. It extended over the muscles of his thick arms and had the words “Armor Of God” in bold at the bottom of it. Behind the design was the American flag appearing as if it waved toward his back and shoulder.
Bryant pulled her nipple a little harder than she expected.
“Hey!”
“Hey yourself. You got awfully quiet. I was wondering if I was boring you.” He held her gaze then crawled lower down her body.
His large hands held her hip bones and squeezed.
“I want to see all of you.”