Under My Skin (Skin Deep) (7 page)

And then while she stood there gaping at me, I might have yelled something about bitches moving and getting out of the way, and then stood there laughing as she finally huffed and puffed herself up before turning and stomping out, her titty, that she didn’t bother putting back in her shirt, flopping in the wind with every step.

I heard clapping start behind me and turned to see Emma, Luke, and Brandon all staring at me, clapping their hands and grinning.

Emma cocked her head, quirking her eyebrow at me as she asked, “Ludacris, Allie? Really?”

I shrugged and then let out a small squeak when Brandon moved suddenly and grabbed me up in his arms, his lips finding mine unerringly. I melted into his kiss, parting my lips immediately for his thrusting tongue.  His hands roamed my back, finally coming to rest on the swell of my ass, squeezing me tight against him as he devoured my mouth. After a moment, we broke away, both breathing hard. He squeezed me one more time before sliding me down his body, making sure that I felt his hardness pressing into me along the way.

He didn’t release me once I was on my feet; instead, he spoke to Luke without taking his eyes off me.

“You got this, man?”

“Go,” Luke said, laughing.

I heard Emma giggle behind me, but I was a little preoccupied with the man towering over me who was steering me toward the front door of the shop. “Bye, Allie!” she called out. I could hear the smile in her voice as she finished, “Thank you for everything today! I’ll see you later for our girls night. Oh! And don’t forget, you promised to come with me to the florist on Tuesday!”

I didn’t get a chance to reply. Instead, I found myself out the door and sitting, belted securely, in the front seat of
Brandon’s SUV. Without a word, he jumped in the driver’s side, fastened his own seatbelt, and pulled away from the shop.

As he drove, I let my eyes drink him in. He looked so sexy and almost dangerous with his dark hair, smoky eyes, and swirls of dark ink peeking out from the sleeves of his t-shirt and wrapping down around both arms.

I knew they were mostly tribal, like Luke’s, but he also had other designs interspersed into them. The designs crested over his shoulders and across the top of his back. He’s got a shit ton more of them, but I’ve never really taken the time to look at them. I’m going to have to remedy that rather quickly.

We pulled into my driveway in what seemed like a blink of an eye.
Brandon was out and around to my side before I could do anything more than remove my seat belt, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to the door. He paused long enough for me to pull out my keys so I could unlock the door (a little awkward with him holding me) and then we were inside.

I looked at him in confusion when he didn’t head immediately for the bedroom; instead, he went directly into the kitchen and sat me on my kitchen table, leaning down to fuse his mouth with mine in a deep, hot, wet kiss. Our tongues tangled and tasted, both of us nipping at each other’s lips, only parting when he grabbed the hem of my tank and pulled it up and off in one quick movement.

Once it was gone, he pressed against my shoulders until I was lying flat on the table, then he wrapped his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans, peeling them off my legs along with my panties until I was bare-assed on my kitchen table.

I leaned up on my elbows to see what he was doing and moaned as he spread my legs wide, his heated gaze taking in the glistening pink folds nestled there. Without letting go of my thighs, he hooked a foot around the leg of a chair and pulled it to him, settling himself onto it as he jerked me toward the edge of the table where he was seated.

I gasped and it turned into a long, drawn out moan as he leaned in and fastened his mouth over me, sucking and licking and twirling his tongue over every inch of my wetness. He ate at me like a starving man with a feast before him, his hands holding my thighs spread high and wide, every inch of my most private flesh open to his unwavering assault.

I laid back on the table again, unable to hold myself up any longer as he dipped his tongue inside me, thrusting in and out with firm, sure strokes, as deep as he could get. I reached up and wrapped my arms around my own thighs, my knees almost touching my chest, shivering and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

He moved back up, flicking his tongue rapidly against the swollen bud nestled at the top of my slit, and I arched into his face, starting to come apart. I shattered, screaming out as he thrust two of his fingers deep into me, twisting them and curling them up until he was rubbing and thrusting against that perfect spot, his tongue dancing endlessly over my clit, drawing out my orgasm until I was gasping and limp, my arms above my head, my legs draped uselessly over his shoulders.

I moaned softly as he pulled his fingers free but continued to drag his tongue through my folds from top to bottom, licking away every drop of wetness wrung out by my release. When he was done, he placed a tender kiss at the top of my mound before sitting back, a satisfied smirk creeping across his handsome face.

“Holy fucking hell…what the hell was that for?” I groaned, still unable to move.

He chuckled as he moved my legs down from his shoulders, placing each of my feet flat on his rock hard thighs, making sure his legs were spread enough to ensure mine were, too. I started to sit up but stopped when he growled.

“Don’t move, Allie. Stay just like you are.” His words were soft but commanding, and I couldn’t help but obey.

I felt myself growing wet again and instinctively tried to close my thighs some to ease the ache building there. I gasped as
Brandon moved quickly, delivering a quick, stinging slap to the inside of my thigh.

“I said don’t move, Allie.” He ran his hand soothingly over the spot he’d slapped, crooning softly to me. “Mmmm…look how wet you are now, baby. You like when I get a little rough with you?” I felt his breath blow hotly over me with every word and I squirmed, the aching pressure building again.

“Brandon…” I gasped, pleading. I don’t really know what I was pleading for, but I needed it bad.

I jolted when I felt his fingers slide through my folds, circling my clit before plunging inside me once, twice, and then pulling out, leaving me breathless and aching even worse than before. I felt his fingers, soaked in my wetness, slide down lower, and I tensed as he brushed them over the puckered flesh there.

“Remember when we said we had plans for you tonight, baby?” Brandon said, his voice deep and raspy. “This is what we’re talking about. We’re gonna fill you so full, and I’m gonna fuck this tight little hole while Jackson’s pounding into the other one.”

I moaned at his words even while I tensed as he gently pushed his fingertip against that puckered flesh, barely letting it slip inside. “Oh, God…”

“You ever been taken here, Allie?” Brandon asked, pushing a little further against the tight ring of muscle.

I gasped out, “Not…not really.”

His head came up and he smiled at me, a dangerous, fucking sexy smile. “Oh, yeah? No one’s been inside you here before? God, that’s fucking hot, Allie, baby.”

I shook my head. “No, no one…just…oh, God…just fingers.”

Brandon groaned harshly before his hand jerked back and he was up off the chair, standing over me as he spread my legs even wider with his hips as his hands worked frantically at this jeans, ripping them open and shoving them down his hips just far enough to release the hard column straining against the denim. He reached into his back pocket at the last second, pulling out a condom and sheathing himself in record time before slamming into me, grunting at the sound of his skin slapping hard against mine.

“Oh, fuck…yes!” I cried, holding on to the sides of the table as he set a punishing rhythm, his hands gripping my hips tightly to hold me still. He took me over the edge quickly and I screamed, the muscles of my sex squeezing him tightly, milking him even as he still pounded into me.

Another orgasm was rushing up fast on the heels of the last one and I was screaming non-stop now, the pleasure taking me under, drowning me as I came and came hard around him until he slammed home one last time, growling loudly, holding me tightly, our bodies fused together with him buried as deep inside as he could get, pulsing and jerking as he flooded the condom, the heat of him burning me through the thin covering.

He slumped forward, gasping as he laid his head between my breasts, still buried deep inside me. We laid like that for a second, both trying to catch our breath before he raised up and pulled out of me, helping me sit up and kissing me sweetly before he left the room to dispose of the condom.

I sat there on the edge of the table, trying to will my jello-legs to quit shaking enough to hold me. I gasped and froze when I heard the front door open before scrambling off the table to cover myself. Shit, shit, shit…

Chapter 7

“Allie?” I heard a voice call from the living room. “Emma said we were doing girl’s night here tonight and to just head on over when I was done. Jenna’s with me, too. Where are you?” Leah asked.

I was frantically trying to get my clothes on when I heard twin female gasps and then
Brandon yell, “Oh, shit! Sorry! Sorry! Oh, God, I didn’t know anyone was here…where’s Allie? You know what? Nevermind, I’m naked…I’m just gonna…go…yeah.”

I finally managed to pull my jeans on, not even bothering with my panties, and yanked my tank over my head on a run, flying into the living room to see a very shocked Leah and Jenna standing there, staring down the hallway.

“Uh…hi, guys!” I stuttered. “Umm…I just left Emma at the shop, didn’t think you guys would be here for a couple hours.” My face was beet red, and I didn’t see it going away for a while.

Jenna grinned. “Emma said you’d been gone for two hours and when we talked to her, she said to head on over because it should be all clear by now. Damn, girl!”

My front door opened again (we’re all close enough that no one knocks anymore) and Emma stood there, her face split almost in half by a gleeful grin. “Did we give you enough time?”

I shook my head in exasperation, not only at the situation, but at the fact that two hours had flown by while I was…er…otherwise occupied. Before I could say anything,
Jackson walked through the door. I threw my hands up in the air as all three of the girls laughed and then patted him on the back, saying different variations of the phrase, ‘Aww, poor Jacks…didn’t make it in time…finished without him.’

He looked at me with his head cocked, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “Did I miss something, baby?”

I kept my mouth shut.

Brandon
came out of the back (dressed this time, thank God) and slapped Jackson on the back before pecking my lips, waving at the girls, and walking out the door.

Jackson
chuckled as he moved toward me, pulling me up against his chest and kissing me deeply. With one last, lingering kiss, he moved away, patting my ass. “Brandon and I are gonna go do a couple things at my new place. We’ll come back when Emma gets home so we know it’s safe,” he said with a smirk.

He left, closing the door, and then I was surrounded. Questions flew at me from every side and I held up my hands, shouting over them, “Okay, okay! Jesus, shut up for a second!”

Their mouths all closed with a snap and I motioned for them to sit down, flopping myself down in the chaise lounge on the end of my sectional. I waved my hand at Emma, indicating that she could go ahead with her question, but Jenna ignored it.

“Before we get into this, I need to place an order for some new shave junk. That shit is amazing! Noah even let me shave his balls with it, and let me tell you, that’s the first hummer I’ve ever enjoyed giving!”

“Jenna!” I yelled, a little disgusted but also a little happy that she liked the stuff she’d bought at the last Down & Dirty party I’d done. That was my side business and it kept me well stocked in anything my little heart might desire, from handcuffs, to lotions, to toys…whatever!

Emma held her hand up while Leah covered her ears and said, “Jenna! No! I don’t need to know about Noah’s balls!”

Emma’s phone beeped  and she picked it up, rolling her eyes when she saw who it was. “Calland is texting me, God only knows what he wants.” She read the text and looked up with a surprised shrug. “He said he has an extra ticket to some UFC thingy coming up and wanted to know if one of us or the guys want to go with him.”

“Oooh,” Leah squealed, yanking her phone out  and calling Calland. “Hey!” she said when answered. “I want to go with you!”  She listened for a second and then said, “Yes, dumbass, I know it’s basically two guys beating the shit out of each other.” She listened again and rolled her eyes again before replying, “Okay, I promise not to cock-block you if you promise not to ‘gina block me!” She laughed again at something he said, then hung up after telling him bye.

“Okay, I’m going! Now, where were we? Oh!” She turned to me with an evil grin and I prepared myself for whatever was coming. “Now, how about you answer that question that Jenna asked at the bridal store?”

“Oh my God, Leah! Can’t we start with something else?” I wailed.

“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’ with finality, sitting back with a smug grin.

“Fine,” I muttered. “No, I haven’t had both of them at once…like that. Not yet, anyway!”

“Allie, I’m just so happy that you finally gave in and put them out of their misery,” Emma said. “God, they were driving me nuts, constantly asking me if you were coming over or where you were or whatever. I did have a lot of fun teasing them, telling them you were out on a date or something. I even had to ‘fess up at one point because Jackson was literally on his way out the door to go get you.” She busted out laughing, shaking her head at the memory. “Who knew what we would get into the day I let you drag me into Skin Deep!”

I smiled at her, completely in agreement. I never imagined that my life would be the way it is now just from a trip to a tattoo shop.

“So,” Jenna broke in. “Please tell me their bodies are as hot as I imagine them to be? Er, I guess just Jackson’s because we saw Brandon’s for ourselves. Holy hotness, woman!”

I laughed and nodded, replying with a hearty, “Hell yes!”

We all got up and headed into the kitchen to get the stuff for our special sundaes, chatting away about everything to catch up on, and about the wedding.

Two hours later, we were still laughing at the pictures Jenna had on her phone of the poor cat that Hayden had shaved. It had one long bald stripe down it’s back, but, luckily, that was it. I guess Tom had run gotten away after that first swipe with the clippers down her spine.

When our laughter died down a bit, Jenna stood up and stretched, saying, “Well, it’s been fun, girls, but I gotta go. Oh! Allie, I still need that stuff! Do you have it here in stock or am I going to have to order it?”

“Let me check. I have a couple parties booked in the next week or two, and I stocked up on some of my best sellers, so I should have it,” I replied, getting up and motioning for her to follow me into my office. Emma and Leah tagged along so I went ahead and pulled out a couple catalogs and handed them around, asking, “Anyone else need or want anything while we’re in here?”

Leah started thumbing through the pages of the catalog, stopping here and there to ask a couple questions before stopping on one page that had  about a dozen dildos and vibrators on it. She pointed at one with wide eyes and whispered, “Holy shit! Please tell me women don’t actually buy this to use it…?”

I laughed, not even bothering to look at the picture. I knew exactly what she was talking about. 

Emma, laughing because she knew what it was as well, turned to Leah and said, “Oh, my God, I know, right? The first time I helped Allie with a party she had one of those with her and I about fell over when I saw it!” She turned to me, asking, “Do you still have that thing?”

I grinned and nodded, pointing her to the closet in the office. She strode over to it and opened the door, bending down to heft the object of the current discussion up in her arms. When she turned around, I swear I thought Leah was going to pass out.

“Seriously?” she shrieked. “People really buy this thing and USE it?” She shuddered dramatically as Emma sat it down in front of her.

‘It’ was an eighteen inch tall, ten inch diameter jelly-type dildo, complete with veins and balls. It was one of the first things I bought to add to my kit when I started doing the Down & Dirty parties just because I
, for one, had to see it for myself, and two, knew that it would be a kickass ice breaker. The woman that made me want to become a consultant actually had one in her kit, but she didn’t put it out. Instead, while we were going through the catalog, when we came to that page and all the women started commenting on it and saying that there was no way it was actually that big, she whipped that puppy out and thumped it down on the table in front of us. And when I say thumped, I mean it. It weighs about ten pounds, I swear!

I shook my head at Leah, laughing. “No, people don’t actually buy it to use…at least I don’t think so. If they do, they don’t get it from me and I don’t want to hear about it! It’s not even available anymore, but I think they keep it in the catalog for shock value. I’ve always used it as a door-stopper…makes a great one!”

Jenna and Emma busted out laughing as well, and Emma broke in, shouting, “She calls it ‘Big Kirky’!”

“Oh, my God!” Leah yelled, falling back into my computer chair, literally rolling with laughter. “Why the fuck would you call it that?”

I shrugged, still chuckling. “I don’t know. The shipment came in and I had it sitting in the living room with me. I turned on the t.v. and Star Trek was on; that captain dude was talking, and I saw his bald head and that’s all she wrote!”

“OH MY FUCKING… WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?”

We all jumped and spun toward the door where Brandon and Jackson were standing, identical expressions of horror, disgust, and even morbid fascination on their faces. None of us could help it, we lost it again, gasping for breath and holding our stomachs.

“Well,”
Jackson said wryly. “Guess we don’t want to know what the hell you guys were doing while we were gone.”

“Maybe you don’t, but I do!”
Brandon said, grinning lasciviously.

I smacked at him playfully, shoving him back as Emma hefted Big Kirky up and locked him back in the closet. I grabbed the shave lotion Jenna wanted and wrote up a receipt for her before closing everything back up and putting away the catalogs. Leah said she wanted to see about maybe having a party, so I told her just to get back with me whenever she decided she wanted to do it and a few minutes later, they all headed out, hugging me, Brandon, and Jackson in turn before they went.

Once they’d left, we decided to order pizza and watch a movie, which was becoming our go-to lazy night routine. Brandon decided to jump in the shower while we were waiting for the pizza to come, so Jackson and I were curled up on the couch together.

He leaned down and kissed me softly before asking, “Did you have fun today, baby?”

I nodded, swallowing hard at the memory of what happened on my kitchen table.

Jackson
dipped his head and kissed me below my ear, murmuring, “Brandon told me. Did you like it, Allie? Did you come hard for him all spread out on that table?”

I shivered and melted into him, burying my face into his neck as I nodded.

He pulled back a little from me and forced me to look him in the eye, cupping my chin in his hand. “Hey…it’s okay, baby. You’re in this with both of us, and we know there has to be alone time with you and I, and you and Brandon. I’m not going to get mad, just as he’s not going to get mad. That’s what we talked about it all for, you know?” He kissed me softly again before continuing. “And if you’re ever uncomfortable or anything, talk to us, Okay?”

I nodded again, smiling up at him.

He blew out a breath, not taking his eyes off of mine, and then looked away, shaking his head. “Don’t even realize…” he muttered under his breath.

“What?” I asked.

He shook his head again and I prompted him, not letting it go.

“What don’t I realize?” I asked.

He pushed back again, slightly turning away, rubbing his hands briskly over his face. He blew out a heavy breath and looked up, staring me directly in the eyes as he said, “You don’t realize how fucking beautiful you are to me. How fucking crazy I am about you…God, Allie. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

“Jacks…” I whispered, totally at a loss for words.

“You don’t have to say anything, Allie. I…it just gets hard trying to hide how I really feel,” he said softly.

The moment was broken when the doorbell rang.
Jackson got up to pay for the pizza and then Brandon came into the room wearing a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else, making me drool for more than dinner.

We sat on the living room floor eating pizza and watching Hot Tub Time Machine (hilariously stupid), and generally just relaxing, enjoying each other’s company. When the movie was over, I stood up, stretching before I grabbed the now empty pizza box and took it into the kitchen.

I returned to the living room to find it dark and empty. I turned to make my way into the bedroom but stopped, swallowing thickly at the sight in front of me. Brandon and Jackson both were standing there, as naked as the day they were born, their eyes darkened and trained on me. I let my eyes roam their bodies, taking in the taut muscles of their chests and abdomens, that sexy-as-hell v at their hips, and then the jutting thickness of each of their erections, rock hard and begging for my touch.

“We told you we had plans for you tonight, didn’t we, baby,”
Jackson said. He made it a statement more than a question, and his voice was low, sending tingles down my spine.

I nodded briefly, knowing it was expected of me.

Jackson dipped his head, acknowledging my answer before he continued. “Strip.”

I let out a ragged breath and moved to comply, shucking my jeans down my legs and stripping my tank top quickly over my head.