Page 54 of Salute, To Bravery
I lose my patience and drop down, sweeping her off her feet and into my arms. I then give her a quick kiss on her open lips.
“You’re moving too slowly.”
War laughs behind me. “Subtle, bro.”
He pats my shoulder as we hurry down the corridor to my special onyx door.
I put Jess back on her feet, and War wastes no time in pinning her to the wall. I have to try three times to unlock the suite because I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from the sight. By the time the door finally swings open, War has ravished Jess with a series of savage kisses and has her nipple firmly in his mouth with both her legs wrapped around his hips.
“Should we just strip her out here, or would the bed be too far for you to move?” War growls as he lets her nipple pop out of his mouth.
I wave my hand into the room and bow so that my mouth is hovering over the nipple he has left red and hanging freely. I blow on the tip and watch as she shivers. Then I stand and offer her my hand.
“Are you ready for this?” War asks her as she places her hand in mine, forcing him to let her body slide down his until she’s back on her feet.
“Soakingly ready.”
I smirk at her cheeky reply.
“Let’s see what my brother and I can do about that. Walk over to the edge of the bed, sweetheart. Keep your back to us, and drop the dress to your feet.” I pat her ass gently to get her moving toward War, and I follow her into the room.
I close and lock the door behind me and lean into the frame to catch my breath. If I’m going to control my desires, I need to slow my heart rate and bring my desire down several notches. War seems to have things firmly in hand.
He’s had more time to become accustomed to denying his desires. I, on the other hand, am not a fan. So, although I have what I want right in front of me, I can’t just pounce on her like I would with any other seasoned play partner.
War starts to follow her, and I grab his shoulder to stop him. I shake my head when he glares at me. He closes his eyes and nods, understanding that we can’t force her hand.
She has to choose to submit to us. How she responds to my simple command will tell us if she’s really ready to handle both of us tonight.
Jess reaches the bed and hesitates for just a moment before her hand reaches up and pulls the only strap left holding up her dress. We both watch in awe as the silky black material slides down her curves to pool at her feet.
“Fuck.” I take in her full ass on display.
“Oh, yeah. She forgot her underwear at home. I got a glimpse of it when you were going over the NDA with her. I thought my hand was going to go through the fucking mirror.” War chuckles to himself.
“That was you!” Jess and I exclaim at the same time for different reasons.
We all stare at each other for a moment and then burst into laughter.
“Jessenia,” War whispers, his eyes trained on her left leg.
She has a scar running from her hip to mid-thigh. My brother moves to her side and drops to his knees in front of her. His fingers run gently down the incision as she whimpers. I get closer and notice War’s eyes full of tears.
“Please don’t. You couldn’t have known. Stop blaming yourself.” Jess runs her fingers through my brother’s hair as he kisses her thigh.
I stand back and watch as his lips leisurely move up towards her hip, and Jess shifts her legs so they open slightly in invitation. War doesn’t miss the move and smooths his hands over and up while gazing up at Jess.
“May I?”
She nods at him, and they both groan when his fingers hit their mark.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it into a corner without care.
That grabs Jess’s attention momentarily, and I shrug as I toe off my shoes. I snap the button open on my jeans but go no further as I approach them.
“It seemed unfair for you to be the only one naked. Why don’t you lie down and give War more room to work?” I look at my brother and nod.
“Taste her.”
