Chasing His Brother's Bride
Chasing His Brother’s Bride – Chapter 40

Brix moved to stand in front of Jolie, her heart racing far harder than she had been expecting.

He shook his head, “I had anticipated you throwing up more barriers, concerns, and questions.”

“I’m sure I’ll have more later.”

He studied her as he looked down at her and then smiled softly, his hand cupping her jaw. “I think both of us,” he took her hand and stood her up, “want to k**s you. Can we k**s you, Jolie?”

She nodded and let him pull her closer. He was taller than her and wider than her, yet with his simple question, she felt as if she had all the power in the room. It was a heady feeling to know she was the one in control of both of these men. Their reassurances about respecting her boundaries and limits made her feel safe, secure, and respected.

Brix lowered his head, his lips gently touching her parted lips as she stood on tiptoes to meet him. Her hands rested on his shoulders while his hands stayed at the nape of her neck. His mouth slipped back and forth across hers, his tongue tracing the fullness of her lower l*p. Tentatively she let her own tongue stroke his and his low g***n told her he appreciated the movement. She heard Malik rising off the bed behind her to stand close his hand slowly stroking her back as Brix kissed her with increasing intensity.

Over the past week, every k**s she had shared with these men had started exactly like this. Soft and gentle and then turning into a hungry devouring of each other. With Malik standing behind her while she tangled her tongue with Brix’s, it felt sexier than anything she’d ever experienced and she was needy for more. She m****d in Brix’s mouth as she felt Malik lift her ponytail away from back of her neck and place a hot k**s immediately below Brix’s hand at her nape. His tongue swirling the spot, she shivered at the heat. A girl could get used to this she considered. Brix’s tongue was deep in her mouth tasting her as if she were the finest wine he’d ever savored.

She felt Malik’s hands skirt around her middle, his fingers flat on her belly, his body leaned over her from behind as he licked and kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. She whimpered and he paused and started to move back but she reached down and held his hand against her belly. The heat there was a delicious pleasure and she wanted his hands touching her while Brix kissed her.

His chuckle reverberated on her skin, “she is liking this, Brix.” She shivered as he drew his tongue along her skin and his fingers clenched over her stomach. His hands slid down to her h**s and back again, in slow massaging motions.

Jolie found herself wondering if a girl could o****m from a k**s and a grope because she was fairly sure she was on the cusp of something sensational as Malik’s hands were becoming bolder. His thumb on its trek back from her h*p to her stomach touched the underside of her breast and she shivered with want.

Brix lifted his head, breaking the k**s and stared down at her, “still, okay?”

“Yes,” she panted and was rewarded with a mega watt smile. He gently turned her in Malik’s arms and the other man grinned wickedly.

“My turn beautiful. I want my k**s too.”

She nodded speechlessly as he gripped her chin and pressed his lips to hers. She felt his long fingers, as Brix’s had, deep in her hair at the base of her ponytail. Brix’s hands were now where Malik’s had been, on her h**s, holding her in place while Malik kissed her breathlessly. His tongue plunging in and out of her mouth, his teeth nipping her bottom l*p before sucking it hungrily.

She was shaking with need as Brix’s thumb edged under the hem of her top and touched her bare skin. She gasped at the sensation of his hand touching her belly.

“Too much,” he whispered in her ear as Malik didn’t break the k**s.

She pulled away a hair from Malik to whisper, “more. I need more,” before she wound her arms around his neck to pull him back,

“Well f**k,” Brix hissed as he stepped closer.

Jolie could feel Malik’s very hard e******n against her stomach as he kissed her and Brix’s hand, on her bare skin would rub against her flesh at the same time the back of his hand casually stroking Malik.

Malik g*****d as he pulled backwards. “Babe, you’re short. We either get a stool for you to stand on so I can k**s you better or we take this to the bed.”

“The bed?” she questioned quietly aware Brix had gone still behind her.

“We can stop, Jolie,” he promised her. “Anytime you want. There is no need for safe words in this house. The word stop means stop.”

“Okay.” She nodded her arms not unwrapping from around Malik who was staring into her eyes with all the adoration in the world. “If I can’t,” she whispered.

“Then we stop,” Malik echoed Brix’s words.

“The bed,” she agreed and giggled as Malik hissed a ‘yes’ and lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the bed and settled her in the middle. Both men landed next to her on either side. They were both kissing her now, their mouths trailing over her jaw, and neck, taking turns with her mouth as their hands touched her h**s and belly under her pyjama shirt.

Their legs each flung over one of hers as they took turns turning her head in their direction to k**s her mouth. Jolie was on fire. She was sure of it. Every nerve in her body felt singed and aflame by no more than being kissed by two very strong men who were touching nothing bared other than her stomach.

Malik whispered softly, “Jolie, can I take your pyjama top off?”

She froze at his question. “Um.”

“No is an acceptable answer, love,” Brix turned her head back to his to place a k**s to her mouth. “You are in control. Neither of us will push too far. If you say no, we will never be angry with you.”

She nodded and then reached up with her hand to unbutton the first button of her flannel shirt and Malik’s sigh was echoed by Brix’s grunt of approval. Her fingers were shaking and Malik lifted them away from her shirt and kissed her knuckles while Brix undid her shirt. Leaving it wide open, exposing her braless torso to them both.

Both men raked her body with their eyes. Brix reached out with the back of his knuckles to stroke the scars on her skin and then moved to k**s the one above her breast. Her eyes fluttered closed as the heat of his body, despite wearing his dress shirt, coated her skin. His tongue lovingly traced the scar from end to end.

“So, f*****g beautiful,” Malik whispered.

Her eyes flung open to see him staring at her breasts hungrily. Her pelvis clenched tight in response to the desire she saw there. He wanted her and she knew it. Brix was still stroking the scar but Malik was focused on n*****s and his tongue darted along his lips as if longing to lick them. Involuntarily, she arched her back, her body craving what Malik wanted to do.

He looked to her face, “you say stop and I stop.”

She nodded as his mouth lowered to the rounded mound of her breast. She gasped as the hot velvet of his mouth encircled her hungrily. Her breathing halted when Brix without pre-emption pulled the other one deep into his mouth.

Jolie considered this was the most wicked, sinful thing she had ever even considered in her life, let alone engaged in, as her hands moved along their thick shoulders to hold both their dark heads captive to her breasts. As if the simple touch of her hand in their hair encouraging them to feast on her was all the motivation either of them needed, both men began stroking her legs. Their fingers were rising and falling along the flannel from her knee to high on her thigh but never touching higher. It was the sweetest torture.

When Malik nipped her, a guttural sound escaped her throat and he looked up at her, her n****e between his teeth, his dark eyes hungry and molten. His tongue swirled around the peak as he held her gaze. She clenched her fingers in his hair and he bit gently and she let a loud m**n escape her lips.

“f**k,” Brix hissed as he squeezed her thigh with his large hand. “Malik, do it again. Whatever you did to make her make that sound, do it again. My d**k is so hard from it, it hurts.”

Her eyes tore to Brix’s and found he was focused on her face. He was watching her carefully, making sure she was comfortable and feeling secure but intently wanting to witness every sound and facial expression of pleasure she made. She pulled him upwards and pursed her lips. “K**s me, Brix.”

His mouth joined hers, his tongue plunging into hers. His fingers squeezing her leg and she m****d in his mouth as Malik suddenly pushed her breasts together and shoved both n*****s into his mouth, sucking hard and deep. She bucked at the sensation and Malik’s wicked laugh had her flannel pants saturated with desire. She needed to c*m.

“More,” she whimpered in Brix’s mouth as his tongue f****d her mouth frantically. She reached downward and pulled Brix’s hand and tugged it to the dampness of her pjs.

He pulled his head back. “Baby, you sure?”

“Just your hands,” she begged. “Please. I feel like a kettle ready to boil over.”

Malik hungrily sucked her breasts while Brix brushed his fingers over the wet spot of her pjs. She shuddered with need as he rubbed her through the thick material. One man continuing to devour her mouth while the other suckled her and she trembled violently when Malik’s hand joined Brix’s. They were both stroking her through the flannel.

She felt the crashing heat of an o****m sweep through her body unlike anything she’d ever felt in her life. Her body was being pulled in a thousand different directions as she exploded from the ministrations of their tongues, mouths, fingers. She was vaguely aware of Malik sliding back up from where he’d been nestled at her chest to take a k**s from her lips as she floated back down to earth.

“Holy s**t,” she whispered with her eyes closed as both men had stopped what they were doing to her.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Malik whispered quietly as he stroked her hair off her face. “We didn’t hurt you?”

She tossed her head side to side on the pillow, “no. Nothing hurts.”

Brix tapped her chin with his fingers, “Jolie, look at me. Open your eyes, sweetheart. You can’t hide what you’re feeling from us. Please open up and talk to us.”

She opened her eyes and was rewarded with the gaze of both men boring down on her. Had she done something wrong? “What? What did I do wrong?”

“Wrong?” Brix asked his voice strangely hoarse. “Honey, you did nothing wrong. We barely touched you and you came apart like a house of cards. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. If touching with the equivalent of a dry hump and a few k****s makes you c*m like this, I can’t wait to see what our c***s do to you.”

She blinked at his words and then tried to avert her gaze, “I –”

“Hey,” Malik tilted her chin, “do not get into your head. This was the most magical experience of my life.” He tugged her so she was laying on his chest as Brix nestled up next to her on the pillow and stroked her hair lovingly. “We know you’re not ready for the full experience but if this is a taste of what the rest of our lives are going to be like, I’m going to be the happiest husband on the planet.”

“Ditto,” Brix g*****d loudly. “You blew my mind, beautiful.”

She giggled suddenly as she turned in Malik’s arms to face Brix, “um, you owe me.”

“I owe you what?” he frowned at her.

“You told me if I let you make me o****m with your hand you would k**s Malik so well, he’d nut his pants.”

Malik lifted his head up and looked at Brix. “What? I know you said you told her you would k**s me in exchange for an o****m but when did you say I’d nut my pants?”

“Monday before you all left me in the house alone,” she tattled with a twinkle in her eye.

He chuckled and kissed her nose, “I did say this didn’t I?”

“You did.”

Malik mock-frowned, “I’m not sure I like you trading s****l favors involving me.” He stroked her flushed cheek, “but I’ll take one for the team. Pucker up, lover boy,” he winked at Brix.

Brix chuckled as Jolie sat up in the bed and climbed over Malik shoving him closer to Brix. “I’m not expecting him to come with a k**s but at least make it worth all our whiles, Brix.” She was feeling bold and wicked.

She watched with bated breath as Brix gripped Malik by the neck and kissed him. Sensual didn’t even begin to describe the way the man caressed the other man’s lips and Jolie pressed her knees together and was unable to stop herself from reaching out and touching both of them as they exchanged a very sexy k**s.

Brix pulled away staring at Malik’s face. Jolie noticed Malik appeared quite confused.

“You okay, Malik?”

“I am,” he said with a strange tone and then looked down towards his waist. “I’m not sure if I came or it’s precum but my shorts are definitely wet.” He gave a naughty grin as Brix shoved him and she giggled and flung herself on Malik’s chest and cuddled in.

“I need a shower,” Brix said as he rubbed her back, “and you need to get sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”

“Want help?” Malik asked him teasingly. “The blow job I’ve been offering is still on the table.”

Jolie lifted her head annoyed, “hey. No.”

“No?”

“No. No s*x without me. It works three ways, husbands of mine. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. Unless I’m present in the room, no s*x without me. Kissing only.” She flopped back down on Malik who grunted with her movement. “Besides, one of you needs to hold me until I fall asleep. I’m not used to sleeping alone and you guys have made it clear my little teddy bear is to keep her own room.”

Brix laughed at her words while Malik simply shook his head. “I’ll take the first shower and then go check on Pia and then make sure the house is secure. Malik can clean up once you’re asleep.”

“And you’ll both come back here?”

“There’s nowhere else we would ever want to be,” Brix promised as he kissed Jolie’s lips softly and then as an afterthought, pressed a second quick k**s to Malik’s surprised lips.

Jolie went to sleep in Malik’s embrace, unaware the two men for the first time in their lives were both individually contemplating how, despite their lives being flipped upside down in less than a week, finally felt settled. So similar in their thoughts and behaviors they both realized independently, there was nothing they wouldn’t do for the woman they called their wife. She completed them and nothing would ever take her from them or there would be hell to pay.