Brooke's Wish (5 page)

Brooke and Mia locked eyes in the mirror. Brooke bit her lower lip.

“Will you ask Ty to come in first?”

“Of course.”

The blindfold slipped over her eyes and tightened around her head. After Mia’s reassuring squeeze on her shoulder the door shut. There was nothing left to do but wait.

Brooke strained to hear the after effects of the suite door opening and closing minutes after Mia left. Did she hear voices? Before her imagination got the best of her, the Playroom door opened. Heavy footsteps approached. She instinctively turned her head toward the sound. The presence circled her once and came to rest behind her back. Warm breath tickled at her ear and she suddenly worried: what if the person in the room with her wasn’t Ty or Jackson?

“W-who’s there?” Brooke croaked. She put her hands on her hips and straightened her back.

A low chuckle erupted. “Don’t panic, princess. It’s just me.”

Ty. She took a deep breath and smiled.

“Sorry, love. I got carried away taking in the sight of you like this. You look magnificent, Brooke.” His southern drawl was more distinct than the night before.

Warm hands stroked the bare skin under the negligee between the corset and her lace panties. She shivered from the light touch traveling up her back. He untied the ribbon at her neck and slipped the negligee off her shoulders. Heat radiated from his body as he moved to face her and pulled the blindfold from her eyes.

“Hi there,” he said huskily.

Her stomach fluttered when she looked into his eyes. It was a different look for Ty Venice. Thick stubble covered his cheeks and the area above his lip. She recalled how his whiskers scratched her cheeks the previous night and her face heated when she anticipated his stubble abrading the skin of her inner thighs. She lowered her eyelids to his bare shoulders. Her breath caught at the sight of his muscular chest and arms. Reaching out, she traced her fingertips over the outline of a detailed rose tattooed on the muscular curve of his bicep. A combination of musk and manliness filled her senses. She continued her gaze downward and followed a line of soft hair to the unfastened button of rumpled khaki pants. Brooke looked back to his face and he smiled seemingly enjoying watching her visual journey down his body.

“Hi.” She smiled back.

Ty hooked his thumb under her chin and lifted her face to his.

“I heard you requested me, love.” His lips were just a whisper away from hers. “Everything okay?” There was concern in his voice.

Brooke opened her mouth to speak but closed it again and nodded. Her heart beat wildly as his hand gently stroked her cheek.

“Let’s go over some things before we get started. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I left you last night, princess, but you’re not ready for a true scene. We’re here to play and we’ll go as far as you want. ‘No
’
alway
s
means no with me. If you’re uncomfortable with something, tell me and we’ll stop. Don’t overthink things, just feel. Okay?”

Brooke nodded.

Ty slid the hand holding her chin to the back of her neck and cupped her face with the other. His lips grazed hers. His first pass was gentle and exploratory. She whimpered into his mouth when his tongue sought hers. Mint and cranberry juice tickled the sides of her tongue, which made sense since alcohol consumption was against SRE rules before a scene. Brooke’s fingers traveled down his chest and stomach toward the place she wanted to taste next.

He pulled away and grabbed her hands before they reached his waistband.

“Patience, love.”

Without a word he tied the blindfold tightly around her head and left her panting for more.

“I think you’ll like the next surprise.”

Her ears perked as she listened to heavy footsteps move away from her. The door opened and Ty cleared his throat as a signal to someone in the next room.

“It’s about time, dude.”

She smiled at the unmistakable, dripping-with-sex voice of Jackson Reid.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you in here. Don’t push me,” Ty said under his breath.

Brooke raised her eyebrows. Was that a jealous tone she heard in Ty’s words? She could imagine the manly stare-down going on in the back of her. A moment of silence passed before anyone spoke.

“Tyler, my friend, you’ve been holding out on me while I sat inside by myself. The good doctor has a very sweet ass, doesn’t she?”

The thought of two men staring at her ass covered by only a thin strip of lace should’ve had her melting with shame. Sh
e
wa
s
melting but not with shame. The heat that burned in the pit of her belly flowed south as she imagined Ty and Jackson standing behind her. She already knew how sexy Ty looked bare-chested in worn cargo pants, but she wondered about Jackson. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had a shirt and tie on, if not his jacket too.

The swish of fabric came closer and Jackson’s distinct cologne filled her nose. Where Ty’s scent was musky and natural, Jackson’s smell was clean and store bought. Both were different and both sexy as hell.

“Good evening, sweetheart. You look tasty enough to eat.”

His large and surprisingly soft fingertips traced a line from her blindfold-covered temple and followed her jawbone to her chin.

“Tyler here allowed me into the scene on certain terms. Normally, I wouldn’t agree to guidelines, unless they were included in your limits list. In this case, they’re not. Against my better judgment, I agreed for you, sweetheart. I know this is your fantasy and I’m honored to be able to give it to you.”

His voice came closer until puffs of air were upon her face with each word. She tilted her head and Jackson accepted her invitation with his full soft mouth. If Jackson’s lips were a work of art, his tongue could’ve been the eighth wonder of the world. He coaxed her mouth open with his own. Brooke leaned onto the balls of her feet to propel her body closer to him.

Her spine straightened as instant heat from Ty’s body licked at her back. While she kissed Jackson, Ty gathered her hair into a side ponytail and smoothed her long locks over her shoulder. His tongue drew circles at the exposed skin on the base of her neck. Palms encircled her waist and pulled her back so that her heels returned to the plush carpet. Evidence of Ty’s arousal nudged the cleft of her backside. The heady combination of two mouths and sets of hands attending to her at once almost had her coming on the spot. Ty unhooked the closure of her corset and ran his fingers down her bared spine to the top of her ass. The front of the corset stayed in place until Jackson finally pulled away from their kiss.

The delicate fabric dropped to her feet and Jackson wrapped his hands around her waist and laved each of her wanting breasts. Brooke’s head lulled back and she parted her lips as a moan escaped. The back of her head rested on Ty’s shoulder and she turned toward his husky voice.

“Do you like that, princess?”

“Mmmm.” It was all she was capable of since coherent thoughts were not an option. Ty’s fingers were still at the base of her ass. They slid further down and Brooke tensed. Jackson relinquished her breast but kept his hands at her waist.

“Darlin’, has anyone played with you back here?” Ty asked and worked his fingers between the fleshy globes of her ass.

Brooke shook her head.

“It wasn’t on your limits list,” Ty whispered in her ear.

“No, I’m, um, open to…to trying it.” Brooke felt her face flush.

“Don’t be embarrassed by wanting to try something new, sweetheart. You should never feel ashamed to tell Tyler or me anything,” Jackson’s voice boomed from below her.

Jackson’s hands moved from her waist to her backside.  A snap of plastic sounded in the room and Brooke figured out why Ty wore cargo pants. The pockets came in handy for lube, condoms and other small items he may need.  Ty’s fingers were back at her ass but this time they slipped easily over and around her opening. Brooke flung her head back and groaned deep from within her stomach when a single finger pushed through the first ring of muscle.

“Do you like that? Why don’t you find out how much she’s enjoying it, Jax?”

“My pleasure.”

Brooke knew her panties were soaked. Her sex was hot and ready from the minute Ty walked through the door. Jackson kept one hand on her ass but she was more interested in the destination of his right hand’s nimble fingers. The pads of his fingertips started their tour at her collarbone. His hand trailed lightly between her breasts and over her abdomen, the sensation eliciting small shivers through her body. Between Jackson’s light touch at her front and Ty’s increasing pressure from behind, her body was electrified.  She didn’t know how much more she could take. She surprised herself when she encouraged Jackson’s painfully slow descent to her sensitive folds.

“Yes…please...”

“I think she’s becoming impatient with us, Tyler,” Jackson said with a chuckle.

“We have all night, princess. Are you in a hurry?” Ty teased.

Jackson’s fingers slid down her hipbone and stroked the inside of her thighs. Brooke writhed when he brushed the outside of her panties. She moaned again.

“No. No hurry.” Brooke gulped. Her breath came in pants and whimpers when Jackson finally slipped his hand into her lace panties. She was sure that even a light brush anywhere close to her clit would send her over the edge. Jackson passed over that area to find her slick channel.

“Oh, sweetheart. I think we can lose these now.”

Before she could register exactly what “these” were, her hips jutted forward with the impact of her designer lace panties being ripped from her feminine bits. She gasped. When the hell did she ever think having her panties torn from her body was sexy? She stood completely naked with the exception of a red sash over her eyes flanked by two of the sexiest men in existence tending to her pleasure. Never in her wildest imagination did she think she would be in this position.

“I think you’ve stood here long enough. How about we move somewhere more comfortable?” Ty asked.

She nodded her head. Not that she was complaining, but she’d started to lose the feeling in her toes.

They made quick work at unlatching the spreader bar at her ankles. Her knees buckled from standing in the same position for so long and blindly grasped the air as she started to fall.

“Whoa. I got you, sweetheart,” Jackson’s hand was instantly around her back. He whisked her up into his arms. Instinctively, she reached for his chest and instead of finding him bare-chested like Ty, she fingered a crisp button down shirt.

“I knew it,” Brooke said breathlessly.

“Knew what?” Jackson’s mouth was just above her ear. His breath tickled at her temple.

“I saw what Ty had on before he blindfolded me, and I figured you’d be a bit more...formal.”

“That’s Jax for you. He always dresses well for the occasion.” Brooke turned toward Ty’s voice, which came closer as he spoke.

“We have you at a disadvantage, don’t we, princess? How about we take this off?” Ty’s voice was at her opposite side and she felt very cozy with her sexy-as-sin Dom bookends on either side. Her blindfold loosened and slid over her hair. She looked from Ty to Jackson.

“Well hello there,” Jackson said with a hungry grin.

“Hi,” Brooke squeaked. Suddenly she was conscious of her very naked state.

“Hey, look at me, love.”

Brooke turned toward Ty, searching his gentle eyes.

“Relax and enjoy this, princess. We’re here for you. This is all abou
t
yo
u
. Remember, don’t think, just feel.”

Brooke nodded. Ty was right. She was in the middle of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and over-thinking wasn’t even on her to-do list.

“To the bed, gentleman.”

“You heard the lady, Jax.”

Separately both men were incredible but together they were a potent combination. Working in tandem like a well-oiled machine, Brooke could tell it wasn’t their first rodeo together.

After Jackson placed her carefully on the bed like a fine piece of china, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his massive shoulders. His smooth chocolate skin showcased the hills and valleys of his cut arms, shoulders and abs. Brooke licked her lips when Jackson crawled onto the bed and sat with his back against the headboard. He spread his legs and patted the insides of his thighs as a signal for Brooke to join him. She gladly nestled her hips between his legs. Even through his pants, his erection teased at her lower back.

“Ahh, sweetheart. You’ll have me coming right here if you continue to move like that.”

“We wouldn’t want to soil his new pair of Armanis,” Ty said and rolled his eyes. “Give me your hand, love.”

The ribbons from her cuffs dangled loose as Ty lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the top of her knuckles. His warm breath sent shivers down her arm, extending throughout her body. She shook when Jackson’s fingers trailed down her ribcage and rested on her hip. She’d never experienced such intense focus from one man, let alone two. The intoxicating effect left her aching for more. Ty’s hooded gaze seared through her while he placed her palm against the cool wooden headboard and threaded one end of the ribbon through the slats. He tied the ends together with just enough give to allow her hands a few inches of movement. Mia’s gaze followed Ty as he walked to the other side of the bed and secured her right hand while Jackson administered a trail of daisy kisses down the side of her neck. Yes, they were a heady combination.