Page 91 of The Biker's Brother

“Brandon?” She was just as uncertain. She never wanted to find herself kissing the wrong twin again. Ever.

He rushed forward grinning, pulled her into his arms as he shut the door with his foot and ran a big hand over her head.

“I like it,” he said.

She smiled, looking between his eyes and his delectable mouth. “And I like you. I missed you. A lot.”

“How much?” he asked as he was backing her toward the bed.

“So much I don’t want to ever be away from you again.”

She felt a slight hesitation in his response, but ignored it because Brandon was clearly more interested in making love than talking. She was wearing a long nubby silk shirt over leggings and riding boots.

As he unbuttoned the shirt, he said, “Did I ever tell you what it did to me to have you show me your perfect tits in that see-through bra when we stayed at Flooded Bridge Motel?”

She grinned. “No,” she said, as she reached for the button at the waistband of his jeans. “Did I ever tell you what it did to me to see every centimeter of your gorgeous lickable cock and believe that it was reserved for men only?”

As he pushed the shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the ground he filled both hands with breasts that weren’t overly large, but were satisfyingly heavy, like they had stick-to substance.

He raised his eyebrows and tsked. “Now you’ve done it.” He unfastened her bra and pulled it away.

“What?” She lowered the zipper of his pants and plunged her hand inside, seeking the feel of velvety skin.

He drew in a sharp breath when her hand encircled his cock. “You said the word ‘lickable’. You know what happens when you say that word?”

“Hmmm. Maybe. You want to tell me? After you take off those boots and those pants.”

He shoved his pants to his knees, sat down on the end of the bed, pulled off his boots, then the pants followed. While he was doing that he watched Cami walk back to the door wearing just leggings and boots and turn the lock.

She returned to where he sat on the end of the bed, still wearing his midnight blue Henley, with a magnificent hard on pointing a perfect forty-five degree angle. He leaned back, supporting himself with hands flat on the bed, like he was proud of having made a mouthwatering erection.

She knelt between his legs. “You were saying?”

“I was saying that this is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” He leaned onto his left hand, palmed himself in his right and gave it a stroke. Then he held it still. “Put your pretty pouty mouth right there.”

She smiled. She didn’t try to remove his hand. She encircled the head with her tongue, letting him hold himself, watching his reaction as she played with her nipples. His eyes were hooded, his lips parted like he was enraptured.

As she took more of him into her mouth, she reached down and played with his balls, alternating rolling and giving a gentle squeeze. She took her cues from his uneven breaths and the sounds he made as she learned what he liked, how he liked it.

He tapped her on the head. “Stop, baby. I want to come inside you.”

She pulled away. “Playing with fire,” she whispered. “Still not on birth control.” But it didn’t slow him down.

He grabbed the jeans that had been discarded and pulled a ribbon of condoms out of a pocket. “I’m prepared, but it’s a temporary measure. You’ve already spoiled me for skin on skin.”

He forced her to stand up, pulled her leggings down to her thighs and played with the curls between her legs while she drew in one gasp after another. Her hands went to his shoulders to steady herself so she wouldn’t fall over.

He didn’t think he could wait to get her boots and leggings off. So he turned her around and bent her forward until she caught herself when her palms hit the bed. Even in Brandon’s feverish need, he was careful to be sure she was wet and ready for him.

The leggings were thick, tight and restraining, keeping her legs close together so that the extra squeeze created a delicious friction against her clit when he entered her from behind. For some reason, the fact that both of them were still wearing garments fed the urgency and heightened their arousal.

When Cami came, which didn’t take long, she cried out loud enough that she would have been heard through the walls of any of the other rooms. Brand’s climax followed seconds later as his thrusts became so powerful Cami had to fortify her brace to keep from falling over.

She’d never had a lover like Brandon. He was everything she’d ever wanted and more.

Eventually they shed the rest of their clothes and lay on their sides facing each other in the dim light of one low wattage bedside lamp.

He knew what she was asking, wordlessly, her eyes searching his.

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