Chasing His Brother's Bride
Chasing His Brother’s Bride – Chapter 47

Jolie was sitting up in bed braiding her hair after her shower when she heard footsteps on the landing at the top of the stairs. She knew Trey had already made his rounds of the upstairs bedrooms after he’d sent Opal and Axl home.

Keely was gone back to her hotel citing she needed to be at the office in the morning and she wanted access to all the clothing she’d brought with her. She had complained working for Brix meant she often had to travel with a full wardrobe and it was currently housed in the hotel suite her boss had put her up in.

She hadn’t heard from Brix or Malik in over twenty-four hours. They had supposed to have been home today but there had been radio silence. Pia had been annoyed they weren’t there but surprisingly she hadn’t protested sleeping in her own bed, saying she wanted to show her daddies how much of a big girl she was when they came home.

Trey had assured her both men were safe but unable to reach out yet. She had kept her bedroom door open, to listen in case Pia got scared, despite the monitor sitting on her nightstand with a volume up high to listen to the child who was snoring in her big girl bed.

The footsteps coming down the hall had her frozen and she wondered who the hell was there. Nobody else should be roaming the upstairs unless the soldiers in the house were doing another sweep but they’d done one already.

She started to get off the bed and then froze when a familiar face stepped into her line of vision. “Brix!” she charged him and was rewarded by a big hug as he burrowed his face in her hair.

He had her completely off her feet and was rocking her in his arms. “I thought you’d be asleep.”

“I took a hot bath and then a shower to rinse all the oils off after I got Pia to bed.” She murmured into his neck aware of how she had pretty much climbed him like a tree. She looked down the hall, “Where’s Malik.”

“Basement checking in with Trey. He’ll be up soon. I want to go see Pia.” He set her on her feet but kept her tucked under his arm as they tiptoed into Pia’s room. He leaned forward and shook his head, “she looks bigger than when I left Friday.” He released Jolie and leaned forward to k**s the child’s head softly and tugged her blankets back to her chest. She immediately kicked them off and rolled over grumbling in her sleep. He chuckled and stroked her hair. “I missed her.”

He walked her back out of the room and closed the door behind him, “I expected to see her curled up with you in the bed.”

“She was adamant she was going to show her daddies she was a big girl when they got home.”

“And what about mommy?” Brix wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “Is mommy a big girl?”

“I’m the biggest girl. I slept all alone in my big girl bed two nights,” she held up two fingers with a giggle.

“We will have to rectify that,” he laughed at her words.

She touched his cheek, noting the deep lines around the corners of his eyes, “you look tired.”

“Nothing a decent shower and cuddles couldn’t fix.” When she frowned, he noted it immediately, “what?”

“I don’t want to let go yet or have you out of sight,” she admitted feeling silly. She gasped when he swung her upwards in his arms.

“Then don’t let me out of sight,” he teased her and carried her into the bathroom. Using his foot, he kicked the toilet seat down and set her on it. “Keep me company while I get cleaned up.”

Over the last couple of days, she, Opal, and Keely had moved a lot of Brix and Malik’s toiletries and personal effects into her bathroom and she knew he was aware because Keely had sent him a photo questioning the double extra large condoms she’d found in his bathroom. She’d also mocked Malik’s box of large ones and he’d answered size didn’t matter. Jolie had been horrified by the exchange but Keely was clearly very comfortable with both men.

Opal had blushed hot red when Trey had casually made a point to take three of Brix’s stash and wink at her blatantly. How the man could flirt when he never changed his outward facial expressions was beyond her but Opal was responding to him like it was nobody’s business.

Brix dug through a drawer and smiled when he found his razor, “I want to k**s you but I know I’m pretty scratchy. Let me get rid of this and then I can k**s you proper.”

She almost bounced on her bottom as she watched him slather shaving cream on his cheeks and neck and began working the blade. “This is very sexy,” she giggled as he slid the blade along his skin. He reached out a finger and tapped her nose with his foamy finger. She wiped it off unable to wipe off the smile stretching her cheeks at the easy-going, happy expression on his face.

“What is going on in here?” Malik’s voice cut into her words.

“Malik!” She jumped off the seat and lunged at him the way she had Brix and heard Brix laughing as Malik staggered backwards from the force.

“Think she missed us.” Brix chuckled as he watched them.

Malik was breathing Jolie in as she nuzzled right up under his chin, her arms around his neck and her legs around his middle.

“I checked on Pia. Tried to cover her up and she booted the blankets off.” Malik carried Jolie into the bathroom apparently enjoying the feel of her in his arms. He took the spot she had vacated and watched Brix. “I missed my girls an awful lot.” He whispered in Jolie’s ear.

“We missed you too. I’m glad you’re home.” She turned her eyes to Brix who was still shaving. “Brix said I can watch him shower.”

“It’s a big step to see him naked. Are you ready?” Malik questioned her seriously.

“Yes.” She admitted with a decisive nod. “Don’t you need to shower too?”

“I do.” He was grinning. “You want to ogle us in the shower?”

She nodded vigorously earning warm laughs from both men. Malik kissed her cheek and rubbed his nose on her ear.

“I think we can make it happen.”

Brix splashed water on his face and he was back down to the smooth skin she knew would be gone by dawn. She was curled up on Malik’s lap and she watched Brix begin to unbutton his shirt. She looked to Malik excitedly and he shook his head.

“What is going on in your head, Jolie?”

“The wedding night I didn’t get,” she retorted her eyes not coming off Brix’s torso as he pulled his shirt off to reveal the white undershirt. She flicked her fingers, “keep going.”

Brix blinked at her, “bossy.”

“I spent a weekend with Keely and Opal. They’ve rubbed off.”

“I’ll move them in if it makes you this confident and sassy,” Malik bit her shoulder playfully.

Brix ripped his t-shirt over his head and Jolie inhaled sharply at the image in front of her. She then frowned, “why is there a giant bruise on your ribcage.” She scrambled off Malik’s lap and got close to Brix, her fingers automatically touching his skin. “What happened?”

“Nothing to concern yourself with, love,” he smiled as she started moving around him, her fingers dancing all over his skin as she looked for other bruises and found multiple points of deep blue and purple marring of his skin.

She frowned up at him, cupping his cheek softly, “I don’t like this.” She leaned and pressed her lips to his ribcage. She heard shuffling behind her and turned to look at Malik ripping both his shirt and undershirt over his head in one movement.

“Me next,” he pointed to a big bruise on his shoulder.

She made big eyes and moved to him, “what happened to you?”

“I fell,” he shrugged, “I want my booboos kissed better too.”

She shook her head, “you’re not supposed to come home covered in bruises.” She turned Malik around and noted what looked like a fist-print where his kidneys would be. She gently touched it and noted he jumped. “Does this hurt?”

“Not too much,” he shrugged. When she put her lips to it, he sighed happily. “I might ask Brix to beat me up every day to get your lips on me.”

“You don’t need to get beat up Malik. I enjoy putting my lips on you.” She ran her hand up his strong back and reached backwards to Brix to run her hand along his chest. “I’ve never touched you both like this before. You are both so strong,” she couldn’t stop looking between them. She shivered as her palm came in contact with Brix’s n****e. She looked up to see his eyes fixed on her as she explored them. She looked to the mirror to see Malik was watching her with the same intensity. She swallowed as she felt moisture pooling between her legs at the heat. “I want to see more,” she whispered.

She turned to face Brix completely and undid his belt not pausing when she felt Malik’s hands resting against her h**s watching what she was doing. Her knuckles as she undid his pants touched the flat of his stomach and she watched his belly suck inward at her touch. She slowly pulled his zipper down, being careful not to catch him as she pushed his pants over his h**s. His bulge in his boxers was eye catching and she flicked a glance upward.

“Keep going, baby,” Malik encouraged her. “Undress your husband.”

She shivered at the warm tone as his breath coated her skin from behind her. She started to put her thumbs into his boxers but he put his hands atop hers. “What?”

“Maybe you want to undress Malik first.”

She shook her head, “no. I’m here now. I want to see both of you. It doesn’t matter the order. I’m not going to run screaming from the room because I get a glimpse of your c**k, Brix.”

Malik choked on air behind her and she tugged Brix’s underpants and let her gaze take in the impressive length of him. She looked over her shoulder Malik with humor in her eyes, “you and I agree on something, Malik.”

“What’s that, gorgeous?”

“That is never going near my a*s.”

Both men erupted into laughter at her words as she turned to undress Malik next. When she had him down to nothing, she looked him over, “there may be significant reservations about this being anywhere near my a*s as well.” She boldly stood between them and reached tentative fingers to touch them.

“Whoa,” Brix caught her hand. “I need a shower first babe. Let me get clean and then you can touch, k**s, fondle, grope, and anything else you can possibly think of in your beautiful mind.”

“Ditto,” Malik followed Brix into the oversized shower.

“Can I watch?” she questioned as she trailed behind them, her eyes trained on their tight asses. Hot damn these men were gorgeous to look at. She didn’t wait for them to answer as she stood at the entrance of the shower and watched as they turned the water on. She watched as they each stood under one of the two showerheads on either side of the shower walls and the water sluiced over their bodies. Malik had to bend his head a fraction as his head almost touched the shower head. Their naked bodies, muscular and taut as they washed whatever dirt and grime from their day of their bodies. Their members were swaying as they twisted and turned to soap themselves. Her breath caught as Brix soaped up his long shaft, his hand sliding up and down. Her hand twitched as if she wanted to replace his hand with hers and she licked her lips. She looked to Malik and noted he was as thorough in washing himself and she pressed her knees together.

Steam swirled around her as she got lost in watching them clean themselves up. When the water shut off, she didn’t even notice, so caught up in the sight of their strong bodies moving, she only looked up from her trance when the flick of white towels wrapping synchronously around their h**s. She looked up.

She cleared her throat at their mutual smirks. “Wow. Um.” She scratched at her neck blinking rapidly. “I am, uh,” she wanted to smack her own face for her stammering.

“You okay, Jolie?” Malik asked curiously, one dark eyebrow hitched high in his forehead.

“I think our wife is feeling a bit overwhelmed,” Brix commented as she shook her head as if trying to clear cobwebs.

“Do you want us to give you a minute alone?” Malik was straightforward.

“No,” she almost yelled and then took a deep breath. “Um, you are both so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Brix chuckled.

“No, you don’t understand. Like, if I died right now, I’d die happy from the show.”

Malik laughed and then scooped her up and flung her over his shoulder like a sack of flour and he spanked her bottom. She yelped at the sudden action and when Brix hissed, they both froze. She immediately felt the tension in Malik’s posture as he realized he’d hit her.

She was hanging over Malik’s shoulder and she met Brix’s eyes and noted his immediate concern at the fact Malik had swatted her bottom. She shot him a grateful smile.

“I’m okay Brix. I promise. Now, someone better take me to bed and let me explore my new husbands because I got robbed of my wedding night.”

He gripped her chin and quickly pressed his lips to hers, “you tell us if anything happens, you’re not comfortable with.”

“I promise. I can take a pat to the bottom from you. I know neither of you will hurt me.” She playfully tapped Malik’s butt. “Giddy up.”

Brix pushed past them leading the way. “You heard the lady, Malik. Let’s take our girl to bed.”

Let her delayed wedding night begin.