Brown Siblings - 01 Laid Bare (17 page)

“You were going to finger that hot little cunt and make yourself come, weren’t you?” he asked once they’d gotten to his doorway. He’d left the door open and she examined his face. He knew Ben could hear. Heat flushed her face.

“Yes, I was. You can’t leave me this way! My nipples are throbbing, my clit is hard, I’m so wet it’s on my . . .”

He dropped to his knees, shoving her skirt up. His breath was hot on her thighs, against the slickness there.

“Your cunt is so pretty this way,” he murmured, removing the harness holding the egg and the clitoral stimulator onto her body. The egg came out easily, and her inner muscles fluttered at the sensation. So good but not quite enough to come.

He licked his fingers and she groaned, leaning back against the wall next to his door.

“Hold your skirt up. I want to see all of you as I eat your pussy.” She swallowed at how much his words, how much what he
did
, turned her on.

“Widen your legs,” he said, his gaze gone dark, focused on her body. She obeyed, readily.

She looked down her body, watched that caramel-toned head move to her, and then she felt it, his thumbs pulling her labia apart, the cool air against hot flesh and then the slick of his tongue sliding through her, up and around her clit.

She choked out a strangled cry, her free hand seeking the softness of his hair, cradling his head to her.

Her head moved from side to side, her hair a breath over her face as he put his mouth on her and slid his fingers up into her gate. She’d already been on the verge, but the way he’d teased her over the last hour had built like a storm inside her until it exploded and her knees nearly buckled.

He surged up her body, his mouth finding hers as he kept her pinned to the wall. Her taste still coated his lips and she groaned, trying to get closer.

“Fuck me,” she said into his mouth.

“I will.” He stepped back, chest heaving. “But not now.”

“Why?”
she nearly wailed.

He laughed. “Because it’s my job to make you come and you tried to do my job for me.” A shrug and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“This is like what? Punishment? Because you just licked my pussy until I came. The only one hurting now is you.” She motioned toward his cock.

“You want my cock, don’t you? You’re hungry for it? You want me to pound you right here, right now, against the wall? With the door open so Ben can hear it?” She swallowed again, not sure what to say.

“Tell me, Erin. I want you to tell me.” His eyes glittered and she wanted to fall to her knees to suck him off right then and there. She wanted to worship what he’d become, who he was to her.

He held her desires in his hands.

“Yes.” She stepped closer to him and ran her palm up his chest, up his neck. “But I want
you
.

Always you. I love you.” She needed him to know the last bit about Ben wasn’t anything that would displace him or even hold the slightest threat of that.

He kissed her again.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said against her mouth. “I want to fuck you where everyone can see it. I want every man and woman in the room to know how beautiful you are. To know you’re
mine
.”

He ripped open the front of his jeans, his hands shaking. Hell, her knees were still rubbery from orgasm and how intense he was. But when he pulled his beautiful cock out, she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

“Christ. Hold on, honey, I’m gonna fuck you right here and right now.” He rolled a condom on quickly, leaving his jeans around his ankles. She tossed her leg up, wrapping it around his hip, opening herself up to him. “You’re so fucking wet.” He traced around her gate with the head of his cock, teasing with small thrusts and pulling out again until she whimpered.

“Please,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

One flex of his hips and he shoved his cock in deep, straight to his balls with a feral groan. “Pull your shirt up, I want to see those nipples and the weights.” She obeyed quickly and he groaned—hell, she groaned too. Her nipples throbbed in time with her pulse as the beads on the chain running between her breasts swayed merrily.

“Oh honey, how does it feel?” He grunted, fucking into her body furiously.

“Hot. Hard. So good. The weights are like tiny tugs on my nipples. Oh god,” she wailed softly. It felt so good it nearly hurt. The wet slide of his cock deep into her over and over was an intimate lick of flesh against latex, and she knew she’d need to talk to him about testing. She needed to feel his cock, naked inside her.

She moaned and he swallowed it with his kiss.

In the mirror on the far wall she watched the muscles of his ass flex and hollow as he pushed his cock deep, watched her eyes, the eyes of a woman fucked to near mindlessness.

Her nails dug into his shoulders and he groaned.

“Wet your fingers and play with your nipples. You can take the weights off if you need to.” No need to tell her twice. In two movements the chain slid loose; the small sound of it hitting the ground was followed by his moan as she wetted her fingers in her mouth and began to tug on her nipples as he fucked her.

“Damn that’s so good. So pretty. Hot. God you’re so fucking hot.” Pinned to the wall like a butterfly, she received his cock over and over, loving the way he burrowed into her flesh and came out. Inside her, a fire grew. She was sated enough from his mouth on her just moments before that she was happy to feel his cock slide deep.

But he managed to find her clit with one long finger, stretched around them both, just a light touch, but it was enough as she ground down, her nipples pinched between her fingers, her breath short, desperate now to take her pleasure. His cock seemed to swell inside her until she came and then, within the maelstrom of her climax, she heard and then felt him follow.

Slowly, he lowered her to the ground and kissed her before pulling out and straightening her skirt back down her thighs.

“Be right back,” he murmured.

By the time she’d readied herself he had returned to kiss her and walk back out to the kitchen, bold as you please, where Ben waited, a smirk on his face and a hard-on so big she worried for him.

16

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this at ease and happy,” Adrian said as he sipped his cup of coffee.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt it.” She shrugged. “I am happy and at ease. Things are good.”

“I want to talk to him.”

She looked at her brother, all broody and handsome. For someone with so much privilege and luxury, he wore it well. He appreciated what he had and hadn’t forgotten where he came from.

After Adele died, he’d come back to Seattle with her, set up a house and a studio. He’d never made her feel guilty for leaving the band.

In a lovely bit of karmic justice, he’d remained a star, had become even bigger without the rest of them.

“Why?” She shot a look at the two girls who’d been edging closer. This was her place, a haven for Adrian and their friends. No little groupie girls would change that. They tried to ignore her.

She touched Adrian’s hand to shush him and then moved to the girls.

“You two have a problem?”

They blinked up at her, but she narrowed her eyes. They shoved their hands in their pockets.

“We just wanted his autograph,” one of them said sullenly.

“He’s having a cup of coffee. Leave him alone. If you’re at a show, that’s when he’s working.

Show some manners, girls.”

Muttering, they shuffled out and her regulars chuckled.

“My valiant protector,” Adrian said with a wink. “Back to the subject, I have his number. I’m not asking your permission or anything. I just thought I’d let you know I was going to get in touch.” She frowned. “All right. But don’t be a dick.”

“He’s the dick, Erin. He broke your damned heart ten years ago and I don’t like that.” He held a hand up to stop her from speaking. “I know and I agree, he’s making up for that now. He seems a stand-up guy and all. But Brody and I are your family and we deserve to know what his intentions are.”

She snorted, moving to pour a cup of coffee for a regular who’d just walked in. It was sweet, this protective thing her brothers did. Todd could handle himself, she knew that much.

“Fine. Just be nice or I’ll let the girls get at you.” She winked and he laughed, pushing the hair from his face.

“That’s low. By the way, Jeremy called me this morning. Studio loves the new material. They want me to tour. This will be the first big one without you up there with me.” She took a deep breath. Inside her the craving to be on stage warred with the fear, the fear of the public eye and the horrors that came with it.

“Would you consider doing a few shows? We’d open and close at the Gorge. Hometown crowd.

And then Madison Square Garden. That’s just three shows.” She wiped the counter down just to have something to do with her hands. “How long do I have to answer?”

“First show would be next May. They’d obviously want to pimp it if I told them. But we don’t have to tell them. You could just show up. Whatever. I’m not asking to boost ticket sales.”

“I’d never think that. I need some time. I’ll let you know by August. Is that okay?” He took her hands, grinning. “That would be awesome. Thank you.” She shrugged. “This is our baby. I’d like to do a few shows. You know, if I can.” Not a whole tour. Not ever. But a few shows, maybe.

“You may not have to call Todd after all,” she said, smiling toward the doorway, where Todd had just stepped through with Ben and Cope.

Todd’s gaze went right to her and he smiled. She’d had to leave early the morning after their, um, thing with Ben, and she hadn’t seen him for the rest of the week around their conflicting schedules.

He approached, bold as brass, and dropped a kiss on her lips. “Hi, honey. Take pity on some guys in desperate need of caffeine?”

“You remember Adrian, right?” She indicated her brother.

Todd nodded and the two of them did that guy handshake thing and then began to talk, heads close.

“Let’s see, Americano with room for you and an iced mocha for you, right?” She turned back to Ben and Cope with a smile, her hands already at work on their drinks.

Quickly, she slid a refill to Adrian, an iced latte to Todd and then finished up the drinks for Ben and Cope.

“You two want anything else? Since tomorrow is a holiday I only have soup and bread for lunch.

It’s good though, Indian veggie. The bread is focaccia from the bakery a few doors down.”

“Yes, please.” Ben paid for everyone’s drinks and food and went to sit down.

Without needing to ask, she put two big bowls out for her brother and Todd on her way to take lunch to Ben and Cope.

“Let me know if you guys need anything else, okay?”

“Delicious stuff, Erin. I can’t wait to see what you bring over to the party tomorrow.” Cope grinned.

“I grew up in Seattle and I’ve never known anyone who had a boat. I’m so excited to watch the fireworks from the lake that way. Todd put in a request for this Thai noodle salad he likes so much. I’m making that and some enchiladas. Nothing fancy.”

“Our families are all about the outdoors. Boating, fishing, hiking, camping. His dad and ours bought that boat. God, we were just kids.” Ben pushed a chair out. “Sit with us if you can. Looks like your brother is making sure Todd’s on the up-and-up.” It
was
quiet. A lot of people were on vacation, and the café closed early that day. She sat, pleased they liked her enough to ask.

She relaxed, catching Adrian laughing at something Todd said. Erin was glad they liked each other, really glad Ben and Cope liked her. Todd’s people liking her was very important.

Brody pounded on the wall as he sometimes did when he needed some caffeine but was too busy to run over. She stood. “My other brother,” she said by way of explanation. “Cope knows him.

Anyway, I need to run something over there. Be right back.” Todd and Adrian were still speaking quietly when she made a leaf pattern on Brody’s latte foam.

“Adrian, I’ll be right back. Keep an eye out, please?” He looked up and nodded before going back to his conversation.

Brody gave a satisfied sigh when she stepped through to the shop. The hum of the tattoo guns and the smell of ink and the shop in general greeted her. Brody had opened this shop nearly fifteen years before and she’d spent a lot of time there. It was a place she felt totally comfortable in.

“You’re the best little sister I’ve ever had,” he said as she handed him the drink.

“Mmm hmm. Adrian is interrogating Todd. How come you’re not being bad cop?”

“I had my bad cop moment with him already. I’m good. Aid wanted to see for himself. Todd’s a punk if he can’t handle it. But I doubt he’ll have a problem. He seems to love you, and as long as he doesn’t revert, things are copacetic.”

“Good. I brought you soup too.” She handed over a container with the soup and some bread as well.

The guy on the table looked up at her and then to Brody. “Jeez, how come
my
sister doesn’t do stuff like that?”

“Yeah, well, does your sister call you while you’re out on dates and ask you to bring home feminine hygiene products?”