Brothers of Paradise Series

“Whatever you want to do, I’m game. And if you want to stop? Just let me kiss you here in the shower? I’m okay with that too,” I say. Even if my balls might be bright blue by the time we’re done.

Her smile stretches into a grin. “And let you be braver than me? No way.”

She reaches for the hem of her sports bra and tugs it up, over the roundedness of her tits. They pop free beneath the band and I groan at the sight. Perfectly rounded and topped with pink, rosy nipples that point directly at me.

Jamie struggles to get the wet fabric over her head and I help her. “There,” she says, tossing it to the side.

Standing in front of me in only her wet panties and glistening droplets, travelling down the curves of her body.

“You’re staring,” she says.

“It’s impossible not to.” My thumbs dig into the groove right next to her hipbones. “You’re so beautiful.”

She laughs and reaches for the body wash. “Right,” she says, cheeks heating. “Come on.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. My hands slide easily across her wet skin, aided by the soap, over the grooves of her spine, the roundedness of her hips, and brushing beneath the heavy weight of her breasts.

“Jesus,” I murmur, letting myself finally cup them. Enjoy the feel of her hard nipples beneath my thumbs, smoothing back and forth. They’re a perfect handful.

She shivers at my touch and turns her face up. The kisses aren’t soft and hesitant now. They’re heated, and when she presses herself against me and I feel the soft roundness of her breasts flatten against my chest, I have to think about famine and expense reports and an incorrectly tied knot to stop myself from erupting.

Especially when my erection is still trapped in my workout shorts, and pressed against her stomach, giving it delicious friction.

It’s not a conscious thing, the way we end up. Her against the tile wall of my shower and my hand on the back of her knee, lifting her leg up to my hip. The way my hips grind between her legs.

“Parker,” she whispers, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. “Parker.”

I find her nipple with my mouth and suckle hard. The rosy bud tautens and I cup the other with my free hand. Can’t get enough. Will never get enough, and between her legs, my hips are softly thrusting. Every brush of friction feels like the sweetest hell.

Her hand knots in my hair. “Parker,” she says again. “Let me feel you.”

Yes. I reach for the edge of her dark underwear. They’re luscious on her, the high-cut fabric holding to her body, but she stops my hand. Her eyes are liquid on mine.

“No. Like this…” she says, and slides her hand inside the tight elastic of my shorts.

The first brush of her fingers has me groaning. It’s a tentative swipe across the head, sending molten heat up my shaft. She murmurs something that sounds like wow. Her hand lies flat against the length, still tucked against my stomach, and I can’t take it. I reach for the elastic of my shorts and tug them down. Kick them off.

“Jamie,” I say. “I haven’t been this hard in forever.”

A wicked smile spreads across her face and she leans back against the tile wall, her hand tightening around my cock. “Really?”

“Yes,” I grind out. She starts to stroke, lazy movements of her hand, aided by the soapy water. Lightning rackets up my spine.

I can’t look away from her. The excited, teasing look in her eye, the length of her neck, her beautiful tits with their rosy nipples, her soft waist, the damp fabric of her panties and her long legs. Leaning against the wall… and stroking me.

It’s my ideal fantasy come to life.

I brace my hands against the tile wall on either side of her and widen my stance, letting her get acquainted with me. She can do whatever she wants.

Her hand speeds up and I groan in response.

“You like this,” she murmurs. “How about when I do… this?” Her fingers form a tight ring that passes over my head and I curse, my hips bucking once. She laughs and does it again, and again, and I have to close my eyes to keep from coming too soon.

Goodbye, beautiful tits. You’re too good.

She adds her other hand to my base, and then down below to cup my balls, tight with need, and I can’t think anymore. No rational thought at all. It’s left me, disappeared right down the drain.

“Tell me what you like,” she says. “I want to make you…” Her words trail off, like she’s oddly shy to say the last bit. I shift down to my forearms, on the tile, and let my hips guide the motion.

“Like that,” I mutter. My own hand grips her smaller one, tightens it slightly around me. “Near the end I need it faster. Right there… fuck yes, baby. The head is the most sensitive. You can squeeze here-”

And then she does, and I have to kiss her, have to have her, have to get closer. My hips buck into her tight grip and with her mouth beneath mine I come, lighting flaring up my spine, my legs, through and out my cock. I groan against her lips, my whole body tightening with each release.

Her hands grow slow, and soft, and I shiver at the pleasure-pain across my too-excited skin. I open my eyes to find her smiling up at me in victory, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I need this woman in my life, I think. It’s such a hit of post-orgasm clarity that I grip her to me. Only then do I realize I’ve marked her thighs and stomach.

“Shit,” I murmur. “I was supposed to clean you up.”

Jamie wraps her arms around my neck. “This was better.”

“Well, you know I agree.” I kiss her deeply, and thoroughly, and think about ways to persuade her to come to bed with me. Let me return the favor slowly and methodically.

She rests her head against my shoulder beneath the warm spray and lets me soap her down, washing away my pleasure.

“You just blew my mind,” I tell her. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“I live to impress, Marchand.”

“Well, you succeeded.” I run a finger along the edge of her underwear. “I want to reciprocate, you know. Feels ungentlemanly of me not to. But if you want to save that for the future…?”

She nods, a note of shyness entering her voice. “Yes. You can think of ways to do it.”

“That’s a challenge,” I say, stunned. “One I accept.”

She laughs again and I reach for her hair, running the wet tresses through my fingers. “Come with me to the White Party this weekend,” I surprise myself by saying.

She lifts her head from my shoulder. “Really?”

“Yes. We could go together, enjoy the open bar, and swipe some of the catering to bring back to Emma.”

Her eyes are open on mine. No makeup, just wet eyelashes and cheeks flushed with the heat. “But your family will be there.”

“Yes,” I say with a shrug. “But Lily already knows about us. The others won’t comment.”

I’ll make sure of that.

“Besides, we won’t show up with a giant sign above our heads that says we’re dating. But I’ll know, and you’ll know, that we came together.” I bend my head, speak the next words in her ear. “Let me be your date, Jamie.”