“You never said why you were in town,” she said, voice breathless.
She was letting me back down, trying to help cool the atmosphere. Most girls would push, in a situation like that, and I wanted to kiss her again that she didn’t.
“I’m in town because of my dad. We both are.”
We didn’t visit often since we’d left. We were busy, dad had his own life now, and there was always the glory of modern tech. Emails, texts and phone calls, Skype; we communicated just fine without us physically having to be home.
But he’d specifically called us out this time. We made it back since we didn’t have anything on our schedule.
Carl hadn’t wanted to come. Not after I’d told him we’d be staying for a few days. He usually put up with trips back home when it was just a stop; we’d drop in the early morning, be gone by the time it was dark. But I put my foot down and told him to grow up.
I kinda regretted forcing the issue. Whatever dad had called us out for, I knew I wasn’t going to like it.
That regret flew out the window the second I caught sight of Emma in that bar.
“It might be the last time I visit.” I didn’t mean for that to come out, a frown crossing my face, but Emma looked curious. I sighed, ran a hand through my hair, and decided it didn’t matter if she knew. “He keeps running out of money. We didn’t mind providing for him, the man did raise us after our mother walked out on us. He could have decided we weren’t his problem and handed us over to someone else. But when I ask where the cash keeps disappearing to, he won’t say a damn thing.”
She smiled, but it wasn’t a happy one.
“I know the feeling.” She rolled her eyes. “My mom is always on my back, getting on my case over the littlest thing. It’s like I’ll never be good enough, even now, and I’m so veryclose to becoming a licensed medical practitioner. Being a doctor is all I’ve ever wanted but to her… I don’t know. Not that she doesn’t care, that might be better. It’s like she resents me for it. She actually thinks I’m a snob because I’m going to be a qualified doctor.”
I didn’t even blink when she said she was close to becoming a doctor. I was impressed, but I wasn’t surprised. Emma had always been smart.
There was something wrong with her mother if the woman didn’t appreciate that.
I didn’t like seeing that look on her face, either; the same one she had on outside. Not quite sad, but looking a little tired, haunted. So, I stepped forward and gave her a quick peck. She blinked at me, but she didn’t resist when I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me again. I brushed the hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear, took her chin in my hand to tilt her chin slightly up and kissed her.
I kept it slow, soft; a slow burn instead of a flash fire. When she was relaxed into it, then and only then did I lick at the seam of her lips, asking her to part them. I felt warmth in my chest as she did, grabbing a fistful of her hair, at the back of her head, and holding her still as I tasted her thoroughly. I wasn’t quite as careful as the first time, and as her body melted into mine, I thrust my hips lazily against her abdomen, letting her feel my erection. She moaned, her hands on my shoulders tightening briefly then wrapping around my neck, carding her fingers through my hair.
I moaned low in my throat, dropping the arm around her waist to cup one ass cheek, giving a tentative squeeze. When she just moaned and pressed closer, I gave another squeeze, another roll of my hips. My cock was so hard I was close to bursting in my jeans, and I knew I ran the possibility of coming before I got my clothes off, but I didn’t want to release her long enough to get them out of the way.
And then one of her arms moved from around my neck. She trailed the hand down my chest, her fingers brushing over a nipple through my shirt and making my body shiver. She slid her hand lower, over my flat stomach, and I groaned into her mouth when her fingers lightly traced over the bulge at my crotch.
We were both really getting into it when the door opened and admitted Carl. We might have gone on, anyway, but my brother didn’t know how to be quiet. It was impossible not to take notice of him when he entered a room, even when otherwise occupied. I let go of her hair so I wouldn’t accidentally hurt her as her head turned towards the door. I didn’t take away the arm I had around her, though, and she didn’t move away from me either.
I wasn’t sure what I expected from Carl; I would have been pissed as hell, even a little bothered. We would be sharing, but it would get to me anyway.
Carl just grinned, taking in our position, Emma’s flushed face and kiss-bruised lips and my hand on her ass cheek.
“Why are you starting without me?”
Chapter Seven
Carl
It probably should have been strange, walking into our hotel room and finding a carbon copy of me holding a woman I would love to get down and dirty with in a fun way.
All I could think of was how hot Emma looked with her face flushed, mouth red and puffy from being kissed thoroughly. She also looked a little dazed. Instead of being annoyed at my brother, I was glad he’d made it back with her. She didn’t look nearly as nervous as she had in the bar when she’d left with him. Abe was better at dealing with that sort of thing than I was, which was why I didn’t push when Emma said she’d walk with him instead.
I was more than ready to get this party started.
“I would have thought you’d take longer.” Abe sounded sarcastic, though, his voice a little rough.
“You know I’ve never been patient, bro.” I shrugged off my coat, threw it onto the seat with Emma’s, and walked closer to them.
I wrapped my arms around Emma from behind, Abe didn’t even bother removing his hand from her ass. I met his challenging stare with a grin, then ducked my head to mouth at Emma’s neck. She tensed up for a bit, before sighing and leaning back into me.
If Abe thought this would bother me, he was going to be disappointed, because it wouldn’t bother me enough to make me leave them to have their fun without me.
I surprised myself a bit. I’d never thought of sharing a woman with my brother before, but I didn’t feel a thing about it. Not if the woman was Emma. It would be weird, sure, but unlike him, I was a bit more… adventurous when it came to my sexual appetites, so I knew it was something I could handle.
“Why don’t we move this party to the bedroom?” I suggested.
Abe sighed as I probably threw whatever plan he had through the window. He didn’t argue, though, just pulled Emma’s hand from behind his neck, moved his own hand from her ass, and took a step back as he tugged her forward. She went readily, and I let my arms drop.
We moved to the bedroom. Abe went around to where our bags were, in the closet. Probably to get some supplies. Emma Davis was getting fucked by one of us, so at least one condom would be necessary. I didn’t care which one of would get the privilege. I’d be happy with pretty much anything.
A lot of people hadn’t paid much attention to her in high school, but that was their loss. If anything, she’d only gotten better, and she was awfully good, to begin with.
I didn’t leave her alone for long once Abe went and got busy. Despite the pose I’d caught them in, I was sure Abe ha
d been gentle with her. I tried my best, but I wasn’t the best at gentle.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, this time with our fronts facing, and I waited for her to protest. But her eyes just met mine, and I was glad again for whatever ability my brother had that I lacked. At least she wasn’t looking away from me, this time.
I gave her a quick, fierce kiss. I would have liked to make it longer, make it last. I was good with my mouth, I’d had plenty of practice and willing participants, and I wanted her to get the full effect of it. But I was too excited already. I wanted her naked and on the bed. Hell, I’d been hard since she left the bar with my brother, and I’d been half hard on the way back, somehow managing to walk comfortably.
But now, with her in front of me, looking so delectable I didn’t want to finish too soon, and for maybe the first time since I was a teenager, I thought it could actually happen.
Besides, she was already used to my brother, but I could feel the tension in her body now that it was me holding her. I looked up as I pulled away, saw my brother heading back for us, grinned at him, and turned her around so she faced him.
He arched an eyebrow at me, but he crowded close and kissed her. Her body relaxed quickly under his attention.
The position was convenient. So was the fact that the little pale blue dress she had on had a zipper instead of buttons down the back. As she and my brother got preoccupied, I reached for it and tugged it down.
She made a sound, her body tensing. I rubbed at her upper arms, made a soothing noise and kissed the side of her neck.
“Relax, Emma,” I reassured her. “We’re going to make you feel good, I promise. Just relax and feel it, okay?”
I didn’t know about my brother, but I planned to deliver on that promise.
She was tense for a moment longer before her shoulders slumped, and she and Abe ended the kiss. We caught eyes for maybe a second, and he pulled away long enough for the dress to slide down Emma’s body, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Then he was tugging her toward the bed, slowly, with me close behind them.