Janey’s face turns slightly, and I catch a glimpse of her profile in the low light. She has a strong nose that gives her face a determined edge. Freckles dust across her nose and cheeks, faint but there, standing out more with the color high in her skin. She’s flushed all the way down her throat, heat rising fast.
Her eyes flick up at me for a second, catching what little light there is, warm as honey.
That’s what gets me.
She isn’t preening or searching for our appreciation. There’s nothing practiced about her. She’s genuine and unguarded. Sweet as pie. Brave, too.
But her breath gives her away, the way it stutters when I adjust my grip, the way her fingers curl tighter into my shirt instead of pushing me away. She’s inexperienced at letting herself go, but she’s allowing this. She’s taking a chance on us and we won’t disappoint.
Behind us, Brookes follows. I feel him there, watching. He always watches first. Always lets me make the move.
That’s how this has always worked between us.
Maybe we should be wary of being Janey’s naughty little experiment, but she’s too ripe to leave hanging. And she tastes too sweet not to savor.
The barn door creaks when I push it wider, the cooler air inside cutting through the heat that’s been building under my skin since Janey sat down between us. I set her on her feet slowly, my hands lingering at her waist a second longer than necessary.
She doesn’t step back.
Her white cotton pajamas look almost innocent in this light, the little eyelet holes letting hints of skin peek through. But the way her nipples are already tight against the thin fabric tells me innocence left the building the second she sat down on that swing.
“Look at you,” I murmur, letting my voice drop low. “All pretty and trembling already. You been thinking about this, haven’t you, sweetheart?”
Janey’s cheeks flush hotter. She bites her lip, eyes flicking from me to Brookes and back. “Maybe.”
Brookes steps in closer behind her, letting her feel the heat of him. “It’s okay, honey. You can be honest. Youwalked out on that porch knowing exactly what you were asking for.”
She shivers visibly.Good girl.I like that she’s nervous. Her surrender will be so much sweeter.
I lean down and brush my mouth along the side of her neck, right where her pulse is hammering. “Don’t worry, Janey. We’re gonna take real good care of you tonight.”
“Yeah?” she whispers, a little eager, and a whole lot hopeful.
“But first…” I pull back to meet her eyes. “You’re gonna let us look.”
Her breath catches. “Look?”
“Yeah.” I slide my hands up, hooking my fingers under the hem of her camisole. “Slow. Let Brookes see how pretty you are when you’re getting worked up. He’s been watching you all night from the shadows like a starving man. Show him what he’s been missing.”
I tug the fabric up and off in one smooth motion. Janey’s arms come up instinctively to cover herself, but I catch her wrists gently and pin them to her sides.
“None of that, pretty girl,” I say, soft but firm. “Let him see. Let us both see what you’ve been hiding from us.”
Brookes’s gaze drags over her bare breasts, hungry as a wolf. Janey’s nipples are exactly as I imagined them; a dusky rose, already peaked tight. My brother makes a low sound of approval that Janey responds to with her own.
“Fuck, look at those pretty tits,” he practically growls. “Perfect. Begging to be sucked on.”
Janey moans, her thighs pressing together. I’d put good money on her being slippery down there already.
I praise her because she deserves it. “That’s it. You’re an obedient little thing, standing here letting two men stare atyour beautiful tits. You’re doing so well for us already.”
I cup one breast, thumb brushing over the nipple until she gasps. Brookes leans against the wall, watching as I work her, taking in every little reaction. The way her head tips back against my shoulder. The soft, needy sounds she makes when I pinch hard enough to hurt. How her hips start rocking, already searching for friction she hasn’t earned yet.
“Easy,” I tell her, kissing the corner of her mouth. “We’ve no intention of rushing tonight. Gonna edge you nice and slow until you’re dripping and begging. Until you understand exactly who you belong between.”
Brookes nods, his gaze lingering. “And then we’re gonna share you. Fill you up until you’re so gone you don’t know whose cock is making you come.”
Her thighs quake at that. I catch her, grinning against her skin.
