Page 19 of His to Keep

“Shower, sugar. Not gonna last long if not.” Sienna continues her striptease, and I’m playing catch up with the shit I’m wearing. Clearly, I didn’t think this through when I got back to the house.

“What if I want to watch?” She’s a damn tease. I nod my response. My shirt is somewhere in the hall. I go for the buttons on my jeans, stepping out of one booted foot, then the other. All while she does the same with her shirt, bra, and panties. They’re gone by the time I finish taking the rest of my clothes off.

“You like what you see, sugar?”

“It’d be better if I had my mouth wrapped around your cock,” Sienna states, fluttering her eyes at me.

“Can’t get you pregnant that way.” I lick my lips and pounce. My mouth lands on hers. She’s trying to climb up my body, and I’m lifting her up in my arms. When her legs wrap around my waist, her slick core grazes the underside of my cock, and there’s no way we’ll make it in the shower.

“Trey,” she hums when I lift her up.

“Guide me in.” My hands are full of my woman, all lush curves and soft skin. Her hand leaves my outer arm, and she draws the process out even further when she drags it down my chest and stomach. “Sienna.” A hiss leaves my throat with each slight depression she uses with the tips of her fingers.

“God, you feel so good.” The palm of her hand finally wraps around my dick, her thumb sweeping over the head, and I’m losing my goddamn will to survive.

“I’d feel even better with me in your cunt.” I bend toward her, my lips catching hers while somehow managing to take two more steps until her ass meets the counter. I’ve got more room to work with, less I’ve got to hold on to, and the minute the tip of my cock meets wetness, I’m surging. Sienna’s hand moves back to my chest, pressing on my heart, digging in, and rocking her hips upward with each thrust I give.

Sienna’s labored breathing, our bodies meeting one another, her wetness soaking my balls and the inside of her thighs, it’s making me ready to blow well before I’m ready. She hasn’t even gotten hers yet, and I’m no fucking schmuck. She’ll get hers before I’ll get mine. I’m a gentleman when it comes to Sienna orgasming first. The reflection in the mirror makes the show ten times hotter. My eyes keep going from her face to the reflection. On one particular thrust, Sienna’s head tips until the ends of her hair meet the counters, her back arched in a way that has her tits thrust, and a man can only take so much.

“Fuck.” Her hand moves to the back of my head, holding me there as I wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth and feeling her tight muscles flutter around my length. It’s enough to make me stutter in momentum. I move until I’ve got one hand wrapped around her long hair and the other one is gripping her thigh. My mouth goes from one nipple to the other, sucking and biting, and when I feel Sienna start tipping over the edge, I do what I haven’t done in fucking years: I pull away. My mouth seeks her neck, and I suck on her skin, hopefully leaving a mark all while she’s coming around me.

“Trey, oh god, Trey,” she chants. I double down fucking her through her orgasm while reaching mine. Even when she’s completely drained from getting hers, I keep my hold on her, wrapping my body around hers and fucking my come inside of her cunt.

“Hold me. Want my come to stay where I put it.” I press in one last time, staying still and hoping like hell she’ll soon be pregnant with our child.

TWENTY

SIENNA

“Trey.” We’re on the back porch the next morning after I spilled the beans on Two Chicks. He went off to do morning chores, I crawled out of bed, took a shower, made coffee and breakfast before wandering out to watch the sun finish rising. Trey joined me, and when he realized the only thing I had on beneath my robe was bare skin, one thing led to another, and he has me where we are now, bent over and holding on to the railing. If I’m not pregnant already, it would be a complete and total shock. I’m white knuckled, gasping for breath, and he’s powering through his orgasm. I have already had mine, twice now. Once with his fingers and this last time with his cock.

“Fuck, it’s never enough,” Trey says after planting his seed inside me. His forehead meets my back, and he takes a deep calming breath.

A movement out of the corner of my eye has me taking one hand off the railing, fisting the lapels closed, and standing straight up. “Trey,” I hiss. He must not sense it or see it because he nuzzles into my neck without a care in the world.

“What?” he says after I rear my elbow back and jab him.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Realization hits Trey when my brother speaks. His hands move to the front of my body, holding my hands with his, as if he’s worried about my brother seeing me. Obviously, I’d never want that either. “Listen, I wanted you to finally get your shit together, but I did not want to witness this. My fucking eyes,” Amos continues before he finally turns around. Meanwhile, my jaw is dropped open. I feel Trey let go and hear him fixing himself, the hiss of a zipper and ripping of his shirt then he’s in front of me. His hands cup my cheeks, silently asking if I’m alright. Besides embarrassment, I’m fine. Sure, I'm probably as red as a tomato, but that’s to be expected.

“We’re good, Amos.” Trey takes charge yet again, going to my side, arm wrapped around my waist, fingers holding me with a firmness at my waist.

“I should have known not to come around this way. You want to tell me about the new addition that greeted me?” Amos doesn’t ask about the compromising position he found us in. Could he have known all those years ago?

“Champ is mine, and you’ll be nice to him, or else.” I raise my hand to my throat, pointer finger out, and make the sign of ending him. My brother isn’t fazed. The asshole laughs.

“Figures.” He takes his cowboy hat off, uses his forearm to wipe the sweat off his brow, and settles it back on his head.

“Amos,” Trey starts. Amos stops him by interrupting. My brother, what a rude jerk he can be.

“Not pissed. You think I didn’t know there was something going on between you two? Shit, Trey, glad you let her do her thing, spread her wings, but I knew. I wouldn’t have stepped in unless she stayed. You did right by her.” He nods at Trey. “I can’t be pissed about that. I’m fucking thankful for him, glad you got a good man, and he’ll take care of you. That’s all I could ever fucking ask for. Though, you are an old-ass geezer compared to her.”

“And you’re not old yourself, Amos Ellison?” I interject.

“That I am. Still, he’s how many years older than you, Sienna? He’ll need a walker or cane at the very least.” Okay, clearly, someone switched bodies. Usually, Trey is the jokester, not Amos. There are nearly thirteen years between Trey and me. He never even so much as looked at me as a woman until I was eighteen. Even then, I had to chase him around the woods, wear a bathing suit, and somehow catch his attention.

“Fucker, you don’t think you’ll be right there beside me? Only issue I’m seeing is if you’ll have a woman by then or not.” A look takes hold of my brother, and there is clearly more to the story here. I’m going to have to poke and prod the man beside me. One thing is for sure: Trey knows the inner workings of my brother.

“Whatever, at least I can close a damn deal.” Amos has to bring this back up. I roll my eyes, ready to leave these two to their own devices while I get my day started.

---