CHAPTER 27
Brandon
Fuck if she didn’t look beautiful this morning. I know that Jane said that she was fine last night, but I saw the way she pulled away from him in the bright moonlight. Her eyes were wide when she looked at us, and I sucked in my breath as I stared at the guys with a look that could kill. I don’t know what he was trying, but the way that she moved closer to us on her shaking legs told me that whatever it was made her uncomfortable. I glanced across the room today to meet his gaze with a cold one of my own, not giving a fuck if I was sabotaging a friendship of hers. Nobody was going to make her feel that way and think they had anything left with her. Hell, Brent and I would both protect her from him and anyone else. We’d become skilled at protecting her against us the last few weeks, but I felt the pull in her room last night. Her need slipped into her eyes as she looked at us silently, beckoning for us to come inside and erase whatever memories she had from the beach.
We’d never force it, though. Jane would have to ask. We made it through the conference as she took notes on the tablet and nibbled slowly on her food, seemingly caught up in what we were learning. I kept staring at the curve of her neck and the way the shirt she was wearing clung to her curves. Damn it, Jane was beautiful. We were excused for lunch and insisted on taking her to a small cafe with us where we enjoyed sandwiches and Jane a hearty salad. We sipped water even though I really wanted a beer, but there was always later. Brent paid for lunch to her protests, and she swore that she’d get the next meal.
That meant there would be one.
Something different was happening between all of us now. We were comfortable, and it appeared that Jane felt safe with us. Her words were light and teasing as we talked, but her eyes moved over each of us heavily from time to time. I know that I was staring at her every chance that I got, along with my brother. A lot of guys were, but she didn’t seem to be aware of it.
We had dinner with her that night, in a place next to a dance club that was so typical in Mexico. Jane did enjoy a drink with her seafood, and we happily ordered beers, since we were so close to the hotel. Jane changed into a flirty dark pink dress to go eat in with some ballet flats, and I looked at the skirt that was loose around her thighs once she was knocking on our door on the tenth floor. It was a suite more than just a room, and we each had our own bedroom with an ocean view. I invited her in, and Jane looked around with an impressed gaze as she strolled across the living room. “So, this is what the big bosses get when they travel.” She walked to the large balcony and walked outside to wait for Brent, who was freshening up in the bathroom. I joined her, standing close to her as she took a shuddering breath.
“There are perks to running a company, you know.” I handed her a bottle of water that she took with shaking hands. Brent came out in shorts and a dark t-shirt, and we left for the restaurant together, with Jane falling very silent. She ordered two drinks with her meal, strong ones that made her loosen up and giggle a lot. We hit the club beside it after, surprised to find it void of any colleagues as we went to the bar for more drinks. The music was smooth with a great beat, and Jane was soon pulling us out to the dance floor. Liquid courage lessened her inhibitions, and she shook her hips easily as her skirt danced around her lower thighs, something that Brent and I both watched closely. She giggled, and I moved closer to her, intoxicated by the beat and the way her body was moving. Brent looked around the room that was getting darker with flashes of light as I moved behind her and found a rhythm, her hips moving smoothly with mine. I slipped my hand around her hips as I felt her moan reverberate through her body, smelling the sweet scent of citrus in her hair and something else on her skin. Jesus fucking Christ, Jane was sexy.
Brent moved in front of her, and she danced with him for a bit, making me jealous of her body rubbing against his cock as he tugged her closer. I was pressed firmly against her juicy ass, and that was incredible, but he was faux fucking her right now as she gave into the moment. The song turned into another one as she moved between us, her hands sliding shyly over our bodies as she teased Brent and them me. Jane had to know what she was doing as I pulled her against me, her backside rubbing my painful erection as I groaned. I slid one hand from her hip up her body, curving my hand around her full breast as her head dropped against me. I met my brother’s eyes in the dimly lit space and saw the hunger in his eyes. I stroked her gently, longing to tug the dress aside and find her nipple with my thumb and finger as I reminded myself of where we were.
Jane only had a couple more drinks throughout the night, so I knew that she wasn’t sloppy drunk when we left the club and she slipped her arms around us. I knew that she wanted us from the last hour or so spent with her on the floor and I glanced around carefully for anyone that we might know. For all anyone else around us knew, we were helping her to her room after some drinks, and that was all. It could be the case since nothing had been discussed yet but I felt like it was more. We entered the lobby and walked to the elevators, getting on as the doors closed and Brent looked at me. “Ready for some sleep, Jane? Do you have your room key?”
“I don’t want to be alone,” she murmured as she turned towards me and giggled. “Can I sleep in your room?” Heat washed through me at the thought as I licked my lips. Fuck, yes, she could.
“Jane,” I prodded her gently as her eyes gazed into mine. “Are you drunk?” She smiled and shook her head, giving me a glimpse of clarity in her eyes. “If you come up there, nothing will happen if that’s what you want. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can have the bed.”
“Mmmm, we’ll see. Maybe I’ll sleep on the balcony,” she laughed as I stared hard at Brent. No fucking way that was going to happen. He pressed the button for the penthouse and the car moved as she pressed herself against me and breathed in. Her tits pressed into my chest as I breathed in slowly, feeling my cock harden. I wanted to slide my hands down her legs and back up under the skirt to feel her; to see if she was wet for me. I resisted, but the thought was there as I held her shoulders to support her. The elevator stopped, and Brent led the way off into our room as she walked in and stretched, lifting her skirt an inch or two.
“Fuck me,” he muttered as I nodded in agreement. Jane had a great body and did some exercise regularly, judging from the taut thighs that she revealed to us. She walked to the couch and dropped down, looking around with a smile.
“This is an incredible room,” she told us as she leaned back. “Mine is pretty, too. This, though? This is the nicest place I’ve ever seen in a hotel.” Jane looked at us with wide green eyes as Brent walked over to get us all some water before we joined her on the sofa. It was already a bit late, and we had another conference tomorrow mid-morning that we should get some sleep for, but neither of us wanted to leave Jane alone. “Can I ask you something?” Her voice was soft as I looked at my brother and nodded.
“Will you kiss me?” She asked as my heart dropped into my throat.
“What happened to your rules, Jane?” Brent asked from her left as she let out a sigh.
“I am tired of them. I am sick of pretending that I don’t want you…want you both. I act like this is nothing at work, but it is so much more than that.” She looked at each of us pleadingly, and we looked at each other. Brent nodded at me, and I leaned close to her, brushing my lips against hers. Jane sighed and melted into me as he traced her arm with his hand, softly stroking her as our lips molded together. When I teased her lower lip with my tongue, she opened for me, and I groaned when her tongue slid against mine. It was hot and perfect, and I felt her arms slide around my neck to hold me against her.
Jane moaned, and I opened my eyes to see Brent moving his hand gently over the skin above the dress, edging towards her breasts as he read her reaction. From the way, she was pushing up, she wanted him to move lower, so Brent gently cupped her and stroked her nipple above the dress, and she kissed me harder.
Fuck, the sounds she was making were sexy, and I sucked at her tongue forcefully as I fought the urge to slide my hand under her dress. At some point, she broke away from me and kissed Brent, but I had no problem sliding my hand under the top of her dress and touching her bare, pebbled nipple.
It got heated but went no further than kissing and us touching her chest. We didn’t want to rush this, and Jane asked if she could sleep with both of us once we told her that we wanted to take this slow. We agreed and brought her into the front bedroom, offering her a shirt to sleep in as she disappeared into the bathroom. I popped into the other room and found some shorts to sleep in while Brent changed into his own before she came out. The shirt fell to her thighs, and she passed barefoot across the room and slipped under the covers, taking the center of the bed. We moved in on either side, and she kissed each of us, slow and deep as we touched her gently.
We woke up tangled together when the alarm went off, and she smiled at us. “I’ve never slept so well.”
After snuggling for a little while, Jane dressed and went down to her room to get ready as Brent stared at me. “What the fuck was that?”
“I think it was the start of something that we all enjoyed,” I replied as I made some coffee. Brent took a shower, and I stared at the waves as I remembered how Jane’s mouth tasted with her kiss, sweet like the drinks and the gloss that she was wearing. I stumbled into my room to shower and pulled on another pair of black slacks and a green button up shirt. I felt shaky and affected by Jane like never before.
We met up in the same room, and there was a flow to the way that we got her food and coffee. Her lips were swollen with the kisses from the night before, and I knew what she was thinking about when she’d blush here and there throughout the day. I knew that she was replaying the night before as much as I was.
That evening, we ate somewhere else and went back to the penthouse without discussing it. Jane walked out to the balcony, and we followed her, knowing that she only had a couple of glasses of wine tonight. Dinner was more mellow, and we just wanted to be alone when we were done, putty in Jane’s hands. She looked at the sky for a moment before turning towards Brent and pushing him into the wall for a long kiss. Tonight, she was wearing a longer loose black skirt and a red shirt with matching lipstick that was probably smeared on my brother’s face right now. He stumbled, and they moved to one of the oversized chaise lounges as he dropped into it first, pulling her over him.
I watched as the kiss deepened and she rocked over him. Their bodies moved so well together and I heard her moans as he gripped her hips and eased her into a rhythm. It was the first time that we watched her come, on Brent’s lap with their bodies close together and lips joined. It was stunning to watch her fall apart, her voice rising in the night as Brent eased his hands into her hair.
Jane sank into him as he pulled her close, whispering to her gently as I stared at them. Brent urged her up and we took her into the bedroom, where she changed into another shirt in the bathroom before slipping into bed. Jane seemed stunned as she snuggled into me and found my lips while Brent locked up the suite. “Did that feel good?” I asked her as she nodded drowsily. “I loved watching you come, Jane.”
“Tomorrow night, it will be you making me do that,” she promised before she kissed me again gently, making me hard again. Jane pressed into me and Brent came to bed and looked at us before kissing her hair.