Page 33 of The Brothers Next Door

He was less than an inch away.

He was going to kiss me and I longed for it to happen. The fact Darrin was to my left was lost on me for the moment as his lips touched mine. Closing my eyes, I sighed against his mouth as he slipped a hand behind my head, fisting my hair.

His kiss was tender and full of promise. I leaned into the kiss, my lips parting in a soft gasp. As my lips parted, he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping between them.

Oh wow. The kiss was making my entire body tingle, from the top of my head straight down to the tips of my toes. I reached out and grasped the front of his shirt. He looked so damned sexy in the uniform. I liked seeing him in it almost as much as I liked seeing him out of it.

Nate pulled back and I muttered my displeasure. I followed his gaze to Darrin, who had yet to move from his reclined position in the arm chair, but I could see the look of hunger in his eyes. I was receiving the identical look from Nate currently.

Yet there was something else in his gaze as well. Uncertainty. As my stare locked with Darrin’s, Nate leaned into me, his mouth grazing the side of my neck, causing me to moan and tilt my head to the side, giving him better access to the tender flesh. “Do you want me, honey?” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded, giving him a breathless answer of yes…

“Do you want my brother? Do you want us devouring every inch of your stunning body?” His mouth moved further up to nip at my earlobe.

I closed my eyes and moaned. “Yesssssss.”

“Then go to him. Show him how much you want to feel him in you. Both of us in you.” He released my earlobe and sat back on the sofa, his gaze burning hot desire into me. “Do it.”

Slowly, I opened my eyes and once again my gaze settled on the quiet, yet sweet, Darrin Striker. He was wearing a grey t-shirt with NYPD written across the front in bold white letters. It stretched across his thick, muscular chest and lean torso. My mind wondered if his bare chest would be as perfect as his brother’s.

“Tell him how much you want him,” Nate added in a hushed tone, leaning in once more and giving my neck another soft kiss.

Taking a deep breath in, I forced myself to be bold and maybe get over my nerves about the situation. The men both said they wanted me. This was a sure thing. All I had to do was initiate it. Standing, my legs wobbled just slightly as I took the two steps needed to stand before the chair he was in.

I was so damned nervous. What if I wasn’t enough for them? I was hardly wild or adventurous in the sack. What if…

I didn’t get to the next ‘what if’ on my list, because Darrin sat up straight in the chair, his hands slipping to my hips. Sliding his hands to my bottom, he picked me up and settled back into the chair, making me to straddle his hips. My skirt, which was knee length and flowing, slipped up my thighs until it was barely covering my bottom as I settled down onto him.

Placing a hand on the side of his face, I lowered my head until our lips touched. As my lips ghosted his, his hands slipped under my skirt and settled over my white lace panties. The heat of his hands amped up the yearning within me.

As my lips teased his, not yet ready to deepen the kiss, I rubbed my pelvis against him, feeling his hard, thick, erect dick under me. He squeezed my buttocks, his fingers creeping inwards and down towards my core as I rocked against him.

He groaned against my teasing lips, his tongue forcing my lips apart and searching out my own. Our tongues touching, in combination with the feeling of his hardness under me, caused a fire of need to flare up in me. My need was becoming so intense that my panties began to dampen. I wiggled on his lap, not just to feel the sensation of his hardness against my lace covered clit, but to help ease the discomfort of wet lace working its way between my folds.

Rocking against him, our lips and tongues frolicking, my mind shut out the world around me until I felt a presence behind me, quickly followed by the feeling of a strong set of hands snaking around my torso and up to cup my breasts. The hands were quickly followed by lips working their way up the side of my neck.

My God, I loved when a man kissed my neck. The warmth of his breath in combination to the light nibbles and flicking of his teasing tongue was amplifying the need already building inside of me.

His hands found the buttons on my red semi-sheer blouse and began to undo them. One by one the dainty pearl buttons gave way to his fingers.

Darrin broke off the kiss and began working his way along my jaw and to the side of my neck. As Darrin’s lips roamed my jawline, Nate finished undoing the final button and he grasped my chin in his hand, forcing me to turn my head so his lips could have a turn teasing mine.

“Nate,” I managed to gasp before his lips came crashing down on mine. This time the kiss wasn’t sweet, or tender, but forceful and urgent, showing me that he needed me just as much as I needed him—correction them.

Leaving my jaw, Darrin’s lips continued their journey down the side of my neck and across my collarbone until he reached the center of my chest. He paused, as if unsure as to if he should continue.

Reaching out to him, I arched my back, thrusting my chest up and towards him, urging him to continue. Taking the hint, with a flick of the wrist, the front clasp on my white lace bra came open and my breasts sprang free. My breasts weren’t what you’d call large, a little on the small side, but I was perfectly happy and proud of my little B cups. It just meant that I’d have a little longer before gravity took its toll on them. Darrin’s mouth lowered until his face was buried between the valley of my breasts.

Just as Darrin’s tongue began to play with my first nipple, circling its way around my areola, from behind me Nate’s hand slipped between my spread legs, stroking my slit over the wet material of my thin panties. Four hands and two mouths, all focused on me and my pleasure. Damn, every woman needed to have two men to fawn over them and make them feel this way.

My fingers began to fumble with the buttons on Darrin’s shirt. I needed to see and feel the hard muscle that lay beneath. Once open, I pushed the material aside and ran my hands up and down his chest, my fingertips tracing the lines of hard muscle.

Nate’s finger slipped under the fabric of my panties and began to tease my clit, working it as Darrin sucked and nipped at my nipple. Oh God, the pleasure. Nate was relentless and I began moving along with his finger, humping his hand. The jolts of pleasure being given to me from Darrin’s mouth in combination with Nate’s fingers were rapidly taking me to the point of no return. It felt so damned good, so amazing that it almost hurt.

“Please, please, please.” The words were muttered from my lips as I closed my eyes and let the pleasure overwhelm me, sweeping me up in a tidal wave of pleasure so intense that my entire body convulsed. And then I was overtaken by an intense sense of relief as the tension was released in a gush of my juices on Nate’s teasing fingers.

“Mmm.” Nate removed his fingers from me and I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him. I was rocked by another bout of desire as I watched Nate lick my juices from his digits. “Maybe we should relocate,” Nate said, taking a step back from me.

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