Blue Moon Brides: The Complete Series (24 page)

Why not? Why not let him give her what she craved and a chance to forget what happened for a little while?

One small step brought her up next to his big, wet body.

“Okay,” she said. “Now what?”

A sexy little grin tugged at his mouth. This was the playful smile of a male welcoming his lover. Dre wasn’t one for emoting. Landry was the sensual charmer, while Dre, despite his physical resemblance to his twin, was the darker Brother Grimm. This smile, though, lit his eyes and bathed her in warmth. He reached for the soap. “Now, I take care of you, Mary Jane. Let me see to you, okay, honey?”

He drew her back against his body, taking her weight. When his penis stirred, thick and hard against her lower back, she froze, uncertain. Sex in the shower might be too much, too fast.

“You don’ worry,” he said, shifting his erection away from her. “I’m not pushin’ for nothin’ here, and there’s not a thing you need to do, okay?”

His hands getting busy with the soap mesmerized her. They were all erotic strength as he soaped up the cloth, working up a lather. A warrior’s hands. Watching him, she remembered where those hands had been, what he’d touched. Carefully, he freed her hair from its scrunchie, fingers combing through the long strands. Each careful pass brought another erotic tug, then those big, sure hands were on her scalp, massaging away the day’s tension before moving on to the base of her neck. Smoothing and kneading upwards.

The tension flowed out of her.

~*~

Eventually, Dre killed the water, reaching for a stack of thick towels and wrapping Mary Jane up good. Cradling her in his damp arms, he carried her out of shower and set her down on a chair. He grabbed two towels to dry himself off roughly. His dick wasn’t interested in the sweet-and-slow plan—or the very real possibility that his Mary Jane was going to fall asleep sitting up—so he tightened the terry around his waist, covering up the evidence. This time was for her. This was about what she needed tonight.

Picking her up, he gently set her on his lap. The gesture wasn’t all that altruistic, if he was being honest with himself. He’d take the sweet, feminine weight of her on him any way he could get it.  For long moments, he ran a brush through her hair, carefully working out the tangles from the shower. Her hair was darker from the wet, but the ends were already drying. She’d have made a real pretty wolf, with a dark brown pelt and a hint of gold. Now her hair smelled like his soap, and he liked that, too.

He didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t do tender. Didn’t have any damned practice with the concept, but Mary Jane was no wolf, and he’d handed her one hell of a day.

So, while he thought about how he’d start a future with her with a pack of vamps riding their asses, he worked the dryer. He wasn’t a fucking hairdresser, but he didn’t think falling asleep with a head full of damp would be comfortable. She’d wake up and the pillows would be wet, and some unfamiliar part of him wanted tonight to be perfect for her. Tomorrow would mean more fighting, both the hand-to-hand and the verbal kind. He knew that, was pretty sure she did, too. Any détente they had right now was a temporary truce, but he intended to savor every sweet moment.

Eventually, she started leaning into him. Her eyes were open, too, and a pink flush  colored her cheeks.

Christ, he wanted whatever she’d give him tonight. He knew she’d spent some quality time with Landry—he’d smelled his brother all over her when she’d come flying back to the
Bayou Sweetie
with a pack of vamps riding her ass—but he’d been trying not to think too hard about what that meant. He didn’t begrudge any touching Landry might have done, but damned if he didn’t want his chance, too.

He turned off the hair dryer and cradled her against his chest.

“You and my brother got along real good earlier.” Damn. He didn’t know why he’d picked those words, but they were out there now. Kind of like an elephant in the room. If he put his hands on her, there’d be no hiding what he wanted from her.

She didn’t answer him, just chewed on her lower lip some.

He figured that wasn’t a
Hell no, Dre
, so he dropped his hand to the towel tucked around her and tugged gently.

“We don’ need this, do we, honey?”

He pulled the edges of the towel apart slowly, giving her time to protest. God, she was truly spectacular. Her body was curvy all right, but toned from working on the boat near year-round. All sun-kissed gold except for the pale lines from her bikini. He bit back the growl building in his throat.

“You have any idea how beautiful you are?”

She swallowed, and he didn’t think that was a
yes
.

“Kill the lights?” She voiced her question softly but not hesitantly. He saw as well in the dark as he did in the motel’s sixty watts, but he didn’t see the need to tell her that. Whatever made her happy. Reaching out, he flicked the lights off, then came back to explore his treasure.

He placed the heel of his hand on the top of her mound and pressed gently, skimming his fingers over the rounded curve of her belly. A little shudder rippled through her, a low gasp escaping her mouth.

“You promise me somethin’,” he said gruffly, slowly moving his hand down. He didn’t let up the gentle pressure any, showing her he was here and damned if he was going anywhere now. She’d let him in, and he was having this taste of her.

“What?” Her eyes slipped closed, and her body tensed in anticipation. She’d like this. He’d make damn certain of that. If he did nothing else for her tonight, he’d give her pleasure.

“You don’ like what I’m doin’ here, you tell me, honey.” He tucked his palm against her wet entrance.

“Okay.” She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder.

“That’s our deal.” He nipped lightly at her ear, and she jumped, giving him the angle he wanted. He got two fingers right at the top of her pussy, catching her clit between them. “You break that deal, and we’ll be havin’ words, you and I. Somethin’ else, too.”

“Okay,” she repeated, and that was his go ahead.

Christ, he loved the sight of her perched on his lap, all needy and unsure. Head turned away from him, she was part shy, part wild. All woman and definitely all his. Fuck yeah.

“I wan’ me another taste of this pretty pussy, okay?” He pressed down, stroking slowly over her clit before teasing her opening with his thumb. She sank onto him with a lush groan and rode his finger for long, wicked minutes.

When he finally popped his finger free, he savored the carnal sound and her greedy little moan. “More?”

Her face burned some, the pretty pink flush spreading to her breasts and lower, but she nodded. She liked what he was doing to her.

“Then ride me some more,
sha
.”

He lifted her and pulled her slowly onto his dick. Her pussy opened for him, letting him push inside. Up, and then down. By his fourth stroke, she was leaning forward some, moving with him.

“Good?” he asked.

The snug walls of her channel sucked at him, clinging when he drove slowly in. She nodded, her head in clear agreement with her body.

Good enough for him.

He pushed in. Pulled out again.

She started rocking, rubbing herself against his dick. Her slick folds teased him with each erotic movement she made. Christ. She was killing him. Her head fell forward, and he brushed the hair away from her neck, tracing his lips along that vulnerable curve, loving the trust she’d gifted him with.

She sighed and he groaned, filling up the room with their own kind of song. The steam was fading from the mirror, now that he’d killed the hot water, and he could see Mary Jane moving on his dick. Her pussy took him when she sank down, his dick parting her lush folds and pushing up deep inside.

He was a possessive son of a bitch, and she was all his.

He wanted to get his arms around her, take her face-to-face.

Lifting her, he carried her over to the big bed. She didn’t protest much, just sighed and wriggled some, like she was remembering how he’d filled her.

The mattress gave as he came down over her.

“Condom?” she whispered, like she’d only now remembered to play it safe, but her hands were tracing a naughty path down his chest, and he wondered how far she’d let him go. He loved the idea of her making them a family. Still, he obediently snagged a foil packet from his jeans pocket and rolled the latex down.

Tucking himself carefully at her tender opening, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her close. Pushed in slow and careful. Out. And then in again. She circled her legs around his hips and held him tight.

“Dre?” Her hoarse plea sent him right over the edge.

Dropping his head to hers, he kissed her and kissed her, savoring her sweet taste as he drove in and out of her. Faster and faster, skin slapping at skin in a raw, carnal reminder of how they were connected, until she squeezed him tight, her breath escaping in a little whimper as her nails scored his shoulders.

He said something into her mouth, broken words about
love
and
mine
and
yours
, but she pushed up and then she came for him, the night narrowing to the delicious spasms of her pussy contracting around him, holding him as close as her arms did.
Christ
. She took him with her.  He came hard and fast, hips pounding into hers.  Nothing but a thin barrier of latex between them as he poured himself into her.

His
.

The door to the connecting room opened, and instinctively he rolled fast, putting himself between her and their company.

Landry
.

~*~

“You started without me,” Landry drawled from the door she hadn’t noticed before. His hair was wet from a recent shower, his jeans only partially buttoned.

Oh my God. Mary Jane shoved frantically at Dre’s chest, trying to scramble away from him. To put some distance between them. She’d come for Landry hours earlier—now she was beneath his brother in a Motel 6. When Riley was missing. What kind of woman did that make her? And, if Landry was back, did that mean he’d done what he’d said he’d do and rescued Riley?

“Riley?” She asked, hearing the fear and anguish in her own voice.

“Taken care of,” he said, watching her with his bedroom eyes. Relief powered through her, followed by desire. He didn’t seem bothered by finding her in bed with his brother. His erection punched at the front of his jeans.

No, his feelings on the subject of sharing her with his brother were perfectly clear. Landry Breaux was all in. The question was, was she?

“
I—” Could what? Explain? A few stolen minutes in the bayou didn’t mean she and Landry had any kind of commitment between them. Hell, they hadn’t even had sex.

His slow, sexy smile made her nervous. And hotter than hell. “You don’ need to worry about explainin’, honey. This is jus’ fine with me. Dre and me, we like sharin’.”

She’d heard the rumors about these two particular Breauxs. Hell, the whole bayou liked talking about these two. She’d never dreamed, though, that she’d be in a position to prove or disprove the gossips. The girls at the bar, sliding bowls of peanuts and passing long necks, had plenty to say about Landry and Dre. Light and dark, they’d whispered, despite the external similarities of those two faces. But both men were big men who knew how to take care of a lover.

Did she want to be that lover? Could she be? What if they were disappointed in her? Sexual gymnastics wasn’t part of her repertoire. Hell, she didn’t
have
a repertoire—only a really long dry spell she was looking to end.

“I’ve never…” She paused, uncertain what to say or how to say it.

Landry made it easier for her. He pushed off the doorframe and stalked slowly towards her and Dre on the bed. “You never had two males at once? That all you worried about,
sha
? Because we can show you whatever you wan’ to know. We’d be more than happy to, Dre and I.”

She looked over at Dre, and there was no missing the heat burning in his eyes.  Yeah, he didn’t look like he minded at all. He hadn’t moved since Landry had appeared in the doorway.

“You wan’ to?” Landry’s voice was heated seduction itself. “Jus’ for a few minutes here, to see how much you could like it?

“You wan’ to stop, we stop,” Dre promised hoarsely. “That’s never changin’.”

“You’ll jus’ be havin’ two of us.” Landry’s knees hit the side of the bed, waiting for her to decide.

Dre’s mouth brushed her neck. Paused, came back and found a particularly sensitive spot that had her moaning. She tipped her head back against his shoulder, seeking more of the delicious sensation. His teeth grazed the exposed curve lightly, and she shuddered. God, his touch was something right out of this world.

Heat blasted through her.

So good
.

“You give me your neck like that,
sha
, and the wolf in me, he comes on out.”

Landry leaned in, his hands cupping her shoulders, his thumbs stroking along the sensitive hollows.