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We turn her around, focusing on her now. Jensen washes her shoulders and back while I soap her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she whimpers. Jensen’s hands slide down to her hips, then between her thighs, gently washing the sweet curls there, fingers teasing her folds until she’s trembling.

I can’t wait any longer.

I turn her and press her against the tiled wall, lift one of her legs around my hip, and line myself up. She stares up at me, her honey eyes wide. “Just the tip,” I whisper. “Just enough to feel your heat.”

Brandy moans, head falling back against the tile. “Bo…”

It’s the sweetest torture to ease the head into her slickness and hold still, letting her adjust to me, and letting myself relish her. She’s hot and tight, and I battle against the urge to thrust deep and take her raw, filling her and marking her exactly as I’ve fantasized about.

“Been thinking about this all day,” I rasp against her neck. “Needing you.”

She whimpers as Jensen presses in close beside her, kissing her shoulder, his hand sliding between us to circle her clit.

We’ve got her right where she belongs.

And tonight, we’re not letting her go anytime soon.

Chapter 18

Jensen

The water cascades over us, hot and steamy, turning the bathroom into our own private world. Brandy is caught between us, trembling already, and I can’t get enough of how she looks with her lips parted and her eyelids heavy with need.

Bo has the tip of his thick cock pressed inside her, holding perfectly still while I circle her swollen clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

“That’s it, darlin’,” I growl against her ear. “Let us take care of you. You don’t have to do anything but feel.”

She whimpers, her hips rocking helplessly between us. Bo’s jaw is tight, the muscles in his neck corded as he fights the urge to thrust deeper. He’s as wrecked for her as I am.

I curl my fingers and press firmer against her clit, rubbing tight little circles while Bo rocks his hips in the tiniest movements, giving her enough of his cock to drive her crazy.

Brandy’s head falls against Bo’s shoulder, her mouth open in a silent cry, then her whole body seizes.

“Oh God— Bo— Jensen—”

She comes like a goddess, back arching, thighs shaking, a raw, beautiful cry tearing from her throat as she calls out for the Lord like she’s seeing heaven for the first time. Her pussy clenches hard around the head of Bo’s cock and my fingers, pulsing with wave after wave. I keep stroking her through it, drawing it out until she’s gasping and boneless.

I catch her before her knees give out, scooping her up against my chest. She’s warm and pliant in my arms, her head lolling against my shoulder as I carry her out of the shower.

Bo’s right behind me, grabbing towels and spreading them across the big bed. I lay Brandy down gently in the middle, and glance at my brother. We’re both still dripping wet, but neither of us gives a fuck.

I reach for the box of condoms on the nightstand with my eyes on Brandy as she lets her thighs drop wide. A trickle of her cream leaks from her little hole and my cock jerks at the sight. Jeez, she’s so confident with her body, and it drives me crazy. I tear a foil packet open and roll it on, staring down at her beautiful curves and her tight little cunt that’s already dripping for me and my brother. “I need to be inside you, darlin’. Been dying for it.”

Bo picks up her discarded lacy panties from the floor. He brings them to his nose first, inhaling deeply with a low, possessive growl that makes my own cock twitch again. Then he catches her wrists, wraps the delicate lace around them, and pins them to the bed above her head.

“You’re going to keep them right there,” he orders. “Understand?”

Brandy nods, her eyes wide and dark with lust, her lips parted on a shaky breath. “Yes.”

I settle between her spread thighs, running my hands up her soft curves. “Good girl,” I praise, leaning down to kiss her slowly and deeply. “Now let us worship you properly.”

Bo holds her wrists steady while I notch the head of my cock at her entrance. I push inside her in one smooth, relentless stroke, groaning at the tight, wet heat that welcomes me home.

“Fuck, Brandy,” I rasp against her mouth. “You feel so damned good.”

Bo watches us with dark, hungry eyes, ready to take his turn the second I’m done. We’re nowhere near finished with her tonight. This is our chance to prove how good it can be between us on home turf so she’ll hopefully come back again and again.

I thrust, savoring every tight clench of her pussy around my cock and the closeness I feel when I’m inside her.