Love Under Two Jessops (22 page)

She’d planned to go to a dance one of the nights they were going to be gone to Tennessee. With them away, there was no way in hell Chloe could go to that stupid dance because she’d had to look after her stupid baby sister instead, and it just wasn’t fair.

“Shh, baby girl. Everything is okay now.” Grant gathered her in, turned her around so that she was stretched not only across his lap, but his brother’s, too. Andrew had her legs on his knees and he was stroking them while Grant hugged her and then wiped her tears.

I’m crying. Why the hell am I crying?

“We
are
lucky to have so much family. We can’t imagine, either of us, ever being without it.” Andrew stroked her legs as he spoke, and his words wrapped around her like a warm blanket.

Grant kissed the top of her head. “We know it’s been a lot of years, Chloe, since it happened, but I don’t imagine that kind of loss, the kind of tragedy you went through is something that ever fully heals over. Especially when you never felt safe enough to even grieve.”

“We’re so sorry, Chloe-doe, that you had to endure that. We’re so sorry you had no one at the one point in your life when you needed someone to be there for you the most.”

They held her, not saying anything more. Chloe fought the tears, and the anger that lived deep inside her, that kept wanting to bubble up to the surface. Then she realized they hadn’t been one bit surprised by her tears, and they had even known, not only that the anger was there, but the reason behind its existence.

Against the force of their love and their total acceptance, she really had no choice. Chloe gave in. She let the tears fall, but more, she let these men—these wonderful, caring,
special
men—in. She let them not only into her heart, but inside her very well-built, but now totally crumbling defenses.

Chloe had never been accused of behaving meekly. Quite the opposite, she knew there were times when she tended to talk way too much and say things that would be considered, by those observing the rules of polite etiquette, as “forward.”

Tonight proved the exception to that rule. Tonight, with these men, she didn’t want to talk at all. She wanted only to kiss and caress, to stroke and grasp and love.

They used their hands to cup water and drizzle it over her, and then used those same hands to massage and relax every muscle in her body.

It was a hell of a good thing the brothers Jessop seemed to like to carry her around like a little doll, because right then she didn’t think she could walk if her life depended upon it.

Andrew lifted her out of the water and sat with her on his lap on the bench. The heated towel he wrapped around her felt decadent on her flesh, and she shamelessly soaked up the pampering treatment they offered her as if it had always been her due.

Unable to resist him, or his exquisitely gentle touch, she stroked the side of his face with her hand. She petted him, trying to show with her touch how very much she appreciated his care of her.

Such a large man could be excused for being less than graceful, yet he was not. There was nothing clumsy about the way either Andrew or Grant moved, or in the way they took care of her.

When she was dry, Andrew carried her to the bed. Grant had entered that sanctuary ahead of them. Fresh candles burned and music—some good country music they knew she loved—played softly on the sound system.

Andrew laid her on the fresh sheets, and turned her so that she lay prone. And then the real pampering began.

The scent of honeysuckle filled the air. Chloe recognized the scent as her favorite moisturizer—she didn’t have any of her own things here, so they must have bought some to have on hand for her. She heard the sounds that told her they’d poured some onto their hands, and were rubbing their hands together, so as to warm the lotion.

“You’re going to smell like girls,” she teased quietly.

“No,” Andrew said, “we’re going to smell like you.”

“Just relax, baby girl. Close your eyes, relax, and enjoy what we do to you.”

She’d never done anything easier in her entire life. There was something almost sinful in the way the men laid their hands on her. Each stroke soothed and seduced. Each touch teased and tantalized. How could she be drifting into a state of deep contentment and becoming incredibly aroused at the same time? She didn’t know, but then, the whys and wherefores didn’t matter. All that mattered was being with these men, and the sensual world they created between them. When they were together in this way, it was as if an oasis of pure sensuality surrounded them. They could be in a hidden bower, in the middle of the deepest rainforest, with no other human being within sight or hearing.

They truly occupied a world of their own. This bed became their world’s only continent.

Pliant, loose-limbed, Chloe let them move her, let them turn her over and do what they would with her. Lips laid tiny kisses down her body, and Chloe shivered with the heat and excitement, the promise inherent in the caress. Hands pressed gently against the insides of her thighs, and she opened her legs wider.

The sight of a head between her open legs, and the sensation of long luscious laps of heat and heaven against her cunt sent shivers cascading over and under and through her. Then her lover moved, traveling up her body. Grant fastened his mouth on hers even as his cock brushed her labia, penetrated her slit, and sank deep. His arms went around her, lifting her from the bed and bringing her flush against him.

He turned them so that she was on the top, he was on the bottom, but this was no surrender of control.

He held her on him, moved her up and down, his gaze lust-filled and very smug.

Andrew’s hands stroked down her back, and again they directed her to change her position. She laid her head on Grant and offered his brother her ass. The lube he spread between her ass cheeks just added to her hunger. His fingers tested her, and she knew he did that for his own peace of mind.

They had been completely honest when they’d sworn they never wanted to hurt her.

The press of Andrew’s hot, condom-covered cock against the tiny rosebud of her anus made her heart pound hard in her chest. She pressed back slightly and would have pressed harder, but firm hands bracketing her hips held her fast.

Take what we give you.

They didn’t have to say the words for her to hear them. Chloe sighed and focused her will and what was left of her energy on giving her men her complete submission.

Hot, hard, relentless, Andrew leaned over her, leaned into her, and inch by fabulous inch took her ass.

As he pushed into her, the stretch of her pussy around Grant’s cock became tighter. They filled her, these two sexy and compelling men, filled her beyond where she believed she could really hold them, and yet she did.

The bounce of scrotum on her flesh, the way Andrew rested his forehead against her shoulder, the gentle way Grant’s hands cupped the back of her head, all showed her the depth of their caring, despite their heightened arousal.

Andrew kissed her shoulder, and then the men began to move. Slow, steady, a kind of tandem motion that was subtle at first, Chloe experienced the incredible rush of having both of her lovers’ cocks inside her body at the same time. In and out, back and forth and phenomenal, they fucked her. She took it, took them, with her blood racing and her arousal climbing, her emotions dancing and her spirit soaring.

This was loving as she’d never imagined it, this was something far and beyond mere sex. Higher, deeper, this branded her, this took her apart and remade her into something, someone more and better and
new
.

“Come for us, Chloe-doe. We want to feel your rapture take you. Come for us.”

“Together. I want us to come together.”

“Fuck, yeah.” Andrew’s movements changed, sharpened so that she knew he was with her, that he was close to going over the edge, himself.

Beneath her, Grant groaned as his hips jerked, thrusting his cock into her cunt in a needy, hungry dance. His fingers combed through her hair, and when he tugged, she simply lifted her head. She gave him her mouth, her tongue, and all that she was. Her body responded to the dominance of theirs, to the heat and the passion around her and in her. Her orgasm erupted, a thrilling, electric climax that filled her, heart and mind, body and soul, with pleasure beyond all she’d ever expected to experience in her lifetime.

This was love, and the reality of it, the purity of it, quite simply took her breath away.

* * * *

Andrew didn’t want to wake Chloe, but he couldn’t stop touching her, either.

He thought her skin was the softest, warmest thing he’d ever touched. Even now, almost an hour after she’d fallen asleep, the scent of their lovemaking permeated the air.

That, and the feel of her under his hand kept him semi-hard.

On the other side of the bed, Grant, too, was wide awake. Rather than stroking their woman, as Andrew was doing, his brother simply had his hand on her lower back, just above the flare of Chloe’s hips.

They’d made love with nearly no words between them, and for his part Andrew felt content to dwell in the silence just a little longer.

He cast a quick look at the bedside clock, just visible over Grant’s shoulder. He supposed the sleep they’d had most of the morning, yesterday, had skewered their internal clocks a little. It was nearly two thirty in the morning, and Andrew felt wide awake.

Chloe had fallen asleep moments after he’d eased his cock out of her. He’d given her the best aftercare he could, under the circumstances. But he hadn’t wanted to wake her.

I hope she wakes up on her own. I don’t want to let go of this night
.

Something supremely spiritual had happened in this bed tonight, and Andrew wanted to cherish that just a little bit longer.

Chloe inhaled deeply and let it out, a soft sigh. “I need to turn over, guys.”

“We thought you were asleep, Chloe-doe.”

“No, just floating.”

Grant lifted his hand from her and Andrew eased back just a little to give her room. The moment she was on her back, they both of them moved closer. Grant gave her a gentle kiss, and then Andrew did, too. The heat of her body and the light taste he got of her just fed his need for her.

“I can’t seem to keep y’all out.”

Andrew didn’t pretend to misunderstand her. He turned on his side so that he could face her—and his brother. “We’re yours, sweetheart. We know the core of you and we love you.”

“There’s no need for you to keep us out, baby girl. We’ll never hurt you.”

“I know you wouldn’t mean to.” She shrugged, and met first his brother’s gaze, and then his. “It’s not you. It’s
me
.” She sighed. “I can’t explain it all, but just lately I’ve come to the conclusion that I have baggage I’ve never fully dealt with.”

When Chloe shivered, they pulled the sheet and comforter up, covering them all. She lay in the center of the bed—just as she was in fact the center of their lives—and nothing could have made Andrew happier.

“Even those of us who’ve grown up surrounded by family sometimes have baggage, Chloe.” Grant laid his hand on her stomach. “You live, you get some of life’s caca on you.”

“I heard my mother.”

If she thought either one of them would think anything odd about that fact, she was bound to be surprised.

“When?” Andrew hadn’t himself experienced anything supernatural, but that didn’t mean his mind was closed to the possibility.

This town had known too many strong souls to escape being visited by spirits.

“The other day when I found out about the investigators.”

“When you went tear-assing off on Sugar,” Grant said.

Chloe grinned at that. “Yeah. I never fully understood until that moment how much I’d blamed myself for Carrie’s being taken from me…for not being able to find her, or prevent what happened to her.”

“Have you felt better since then, since you heard your momma?”

“Some,” Chloe exhaled. “I thought y’all would laugh at me if I told you.”

“I had a visit from Grandpa Pat, and not all that long ago, either,” Grant said.

Andrew felt one eyebrow go up. “You never told me that.”

“Like our woman, I thought you’d think I was crazy.”

“It was on that last jump, wasn’t it?” Andrew had told Grant that he’d known immediately that something had gone wrong for his brother. Grant had left the plane about ten seconds ahead of him, and the winds had been a little stronger than they’d expected.

He’d known something was wrong and damned if that whisper in his head hadn’t sounded like Grandpa Ger’s voice.

“Yeah.”

“Can you speak about it?” Chloe had rested her hand on Grant’s. Andrew could almost see the connection between them.

“Tell us. This is our place, right here. Our sanctuary. So please, tell us.” His paternal grandparents, Warren and Douglas, along with their grandmother Jennifer Sanchez Jessop, had been close during their growing-up years. On the spring and summer campouts, their grandfathers often took the two of them on trail rides. During those times they would talk about all the family who’d come before, about Adam Kendall and Warren Jessop and their Amanda. And they spoke of that special place they created, once they’d found the woman that was meant to be theirs. Andrew had never fully understood what they’d spoken of until tonight.