Trusting Them (11 page)

She took her time climbing down the stairs leading to the living room. She found Brady standing by the fireplace with a pillow and a brush on the floor next to it. He smiled at her and held out his hand for her to take it. When she did, he drew her closer and kissed her on the nose. Then he had her sit on the pillow. Brock walked in, dragging a chair over towards the couch so he could watch as Brady sat on the couch and began unwrapping her hair from the towel.

Once her hair hung free from its confines, Brady used the brush on it. He slowly drew the brush through her hair, over and over again. After what seemed like forever, the heat began to get to be too much on her face. Brady must have noticed as he turned her around on the pillow so that she faced him and her back was now to the fire.

Jeni noticed his crotch was at eye level with her now. She grinned and thought about her options. She could easily make out the ridge of his cock through the material of his jeans. She waited until he was working the brush through her hair from behind and struck. Before he really knew what she was doing, Jeni had his pants unzipped and his magnificent cock loose in her hands. He stopped and stared down at her.

Slowly, she shifted until she knelt on the pillow. Then she bent forward and licked the crown of his cock. He tasted of salty male and heat. She let her tongue dip into the slit and was rewarded with a jerk and a spurt of fluid. She rolled her eyes up to watch his face as she lowered her head over his cock and swallowed him inch by slow inch. His eyes darkened, and his face flushed.

The deep groan across from her had her looking over to find that Brock had his thick cock in his hand and was slowly working it as he watched her sucking on his brother. She met his eyes as she slowly took all of his brother’s deep into her throat. He groaned again and closed his eyes. She smiled around the meat in her mouth knowing she had power over both of them for the moment.

Brady was no longer using the brush on her hair. Instead he had his fingers massaging her scalp as she licked and tongued him up and down from top to bottom. She rolled his balls in her hand, plucking on the thin skin and scratching along their bumpy surface.

“Damn, baby. Your mouth is like liquid heat surrounding me. That’s it. Suck me down.” His raspy voice urged her on.

Mindful of her teeth, she took him to the back of her throat then swallowed down around him. He cursed and jerked on her hair as she came back up. She angled her head so that she could take more of him while watching Brock from the corner of her eye. As she swallowed down his brother, he squeezed his own balls while she scratched against Brady’s. She pulled back and swirled her tongue around Brady’s cock head. He groaned and jerked her hair down to pull her down over his dick once again. She moaned as she went down on him and was rewarded with a jerk of the meat in her mouth. She loved the power she wielded now.

The next thing she knew, Brady had pulled her off his cock and pulled her up onto his lap. The long, thick, wet cock rested nestled between their stomachs. He leaned his head against hers and panted.

“Lift up,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

Jeni lifted up on her knees expecting him to stuff his heated dick between her pussy lips. Instead, he dragged a finger through her slit and worried the nub of her clit with his finger. She bit her lower lip and flung her head back to gather a full breath. He pushed his finger up inside her and swirled it around, making sure she was slick and ready. Her juices had already coated his hand by the time he shifted her and positioned the head of his cock at her slick opening.

When he pulled her down while pressing up at the same time, Jeni screamed, but it was cut off when an even thicker penis was shoved into her mouth over Brady’s shoulder. Brock stood behind the couch with his jeans around his knees and his cock deep in Jeni’s throat. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to be filled from both ends. They seemed to time it so that they both thrust into her at the same time. She felt stuffed and wanted more.

Brady rocked beneath her, grasping her hips and forcing his way in and out of her over and over again. The beginnings of heat raced up her spine into her womb. She reached upwards and found her breasts with her fingers. She pulled and prodded at them as she rode Brady’s cock.

Brock held her head in his hands as he fed her his long thick meat over and over. He leaned over her and whispered nasty nothings in her ear.

“Don’t you like having my dick in your throat, baby? Feel how it fills you up? Just wait until I come down that throat of yours. It’s so fucking tight I can already feel the burn.”

Jeni couldn’t say anything, only moan, which drove Brock even faster shafting in and out of her mouth. Short, shallow thrusts followed by long deep slides in and out of her throat. When he got close, he lost some of his rhythm and began bucking in and out of her. She knew the minute he was about to come when he suddenly went up on tiptoes and curled his hands in her hair.

Brock erupted down her throat with shot after shot of hot cum. She swallowed convulsively around him as he came. He leaned against the couch when he was finished and reached down and kissed her. Before she could catch her breath, Brady began pounding up inside of her in an ever-increasing rate, only to lose all control and shout out her name when he came inside of her. She felt the heated release fill her. When he finally collapsed, she leaned into his chest and curled against him.

“Thanks for brushing my hair, guys.”

They groaned.

Chapter Eight

“Haven’t we already done this?” Jeni felt the brush glide through her hair as the heat from the fireplace seeped into her back.

“Yeah, but I fell down on the job.” Brady pulled the brush back through her hair again. “Besides, it’s almost dry now.”

“We need to talk, you guys,” Brock said.

“About what?” they both asked at the same time.

“Well, for one, we didn’t use protection,” Brock pointed out.

“I didn’t,” Brady said.

“I’m on birth control.”

“Doesn’t matter, we didn’t take care of you like we promised,” Brock argued.

“It won’t happen again,” Brady said. “I’m keeping it in my pocket.”

“You act like you’re going to have the chance again,” Jeni grumbled.

“I sure as hell hope we do,” Brady said as he pulled the brush through her hair again.

“The second thing is we need to be ready for your ex when he shows up.”

Brady paused in his downward stroke. “You’re sure he will show up?”

“He’ll know where she is now, so I’m sure he will come. He wants her enough to drive all the way from where she’s from to here, yeah, he’ll show up.”

“I can’t let you two get hurt. I’ll just go into town as soon as we can get there.” Jeni rubbed her face when Brock growled at her.

“The hell you will. We all go to town to see about your health, and then you’re coming back here with us.” Brady dropped the brush to the floor and jerked her around to look at him.

“You belong here with us. Do you understand that?” He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I understand that my ex-husband will kill you, given the chance. I can’t let that happen.”

Brady leaned in until they were nose to nose. “You aren’t going to ‘let’ anything happen. You’re going to do what we say and stay safe while we handle your asshole of an ex! Do you understand?”

“Spare me the macho bullshit. I’m serious about this. He’s already hurt too many innocent people because of me.” Jeni was nearly crying now.

Brock glared at Brady and pulled her into his arms. Brady didn’t care if he had upset her. He wasn’t going to lose the best thing that had ever happened to him and his brother. The asshole could bring it on. He was ready to do a little ass-whooping himself. Just the memory of the bruises on Jeni’s body was enough to fuel his passion to beat the ever-loving hell out of the bastard. He knew Brock felt the same way.

“He’s not going to hurt us, baby girl,” Brock soothed her.

“Have some faith in us.” Brady stood up and shoved his hands in his jeans pockets.

“I do. It’s just that I know what he is capable of. You don’t.”

Brady shook his head and walked over to the fireplace to take out some of his frustrations on the fire with the poker. He loved that she was worried for them, but it would be nice if she had any faith that they could take care of themselves.

“Brady, I’m just scared for you, okay?”

“Try being sure of us instead,” he shouted.

“Brady, enough!” Brock shouted back.

Brady watched Jeni cover her face with her hands. She was crying now. Damn, it was his fault too. Usually, it was him telling Brock to back off. This time he’d crossed the line, not his brother.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t want to lose you, Jeni. I’m afraid you’re going to walk off from us.” Brady didn’t look at her.

“I’m not going anywhere right now.”

“Only because you can’t.” Brady walked out the door and left her with Brock. He needed some distance.

He grabbed his coat and hat and after shoving his hands into the sleeves, opened the back door and walked out into the breathtaking cold of a Montana day. He finished putting on his gloves and decided to chop some wood. He needed to get out some of his aggression before he said or did something he would regret. Right now, all he wanted to do was take Jeni and fuck her until she agreed that she belonged with them for the rest of her life.

He hadn’t realized how much he wanted her until he thought about losing her to her ex. The thought of that man laying one finger on her again boiled his blood. The very idea that he or his brother would let her go with that bastard tore him up. She had to know it would hurt them to see her taken from them. They wouldn’t let it happen.

Brady grabbed the ax out of the barn and struggled back to the huge stump they used to cut wood on. He set up the wood and brought the ax down hard. It split and both pieces fell to either side of the stump. Over and over again, he split logs until there was a good little pile stacked next to the stump. He kept it up until he was nearly too sore to raise the ax even one more time. Instead, he cleaned the ax off and stored it back in the barn where it came from. He grabbed up an armful of split logs and pushed his way back to the house.

Hell, he needed to apologize to Jeni for how he’d acted. He was jealous that she had ever been with the other guy, much less that she was married to him. Add to the fact that she was more worried about them than herself, and it had gone all over him. He needed to be strong for her, not jump on her.

The wood pile next to the house on the back porch proved to be half full. He went ahead and dropped his load on top of the pile. The wood gave a muted thump as it hit the porch side. The snow muted all sounds right now so everything sounded different, even the click of the safety of a gun.

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Brock rubbed a hand over Jeni’s back. “It’s all right, baby. He’s just worried is all.”

“I hurt his feelings and probably yours too.” Jeni rubbed her face with her hands and stood up.

“You’ve both been so good to me. I can’t help but worry that something will happen to one or both of you with my ex around. He’s dangerous. You guys are so nice. I guess it’s hard for me to believe you can handle someone like him.”

“Jeni, we aren’t backwoods hicks. We know the score. Believe me when I say we’ve dealt with some hard-ass types before. You don’t run a multimillion dollar ranch without having run across some jackasses in the process.” Brock drew in a deep breath and wondered where Brady would have headed off to.

Then he heard the soft chop of blade hitting wood and knew his brother was taking out his anger on the woodpile. Good place for him, he decided. They needed to keep the wood up with four feet of snow on the ground. Brady would feel better once he’d chopped a couple of cords of wood.