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“Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” I shush. “Really, I enjoy cooking so it was easy. Besides, you guys deserve to eat well while you watch the game,” I add. “Cold beer?” I ask. But as I’m handing the slippery bottle to Brand, I ‘accidentally’ stumble, tripping over my own feet. Of course, the bottle inverts itself, splashing amber liquid all over my tiny cheerleading top.
Oopsies.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I exclaim, quickly setting the bottle down on the table. “I’m such a klutz!” Meanwhile, Brand jumps up and grabs a few of the napkins that I’d placed on the table.
“Here, let me help you,” he growls. “We’ll get you cleaned right up.” He’s genuinely trying to assist but it’s hard because he’s swiping the napkin over my breasts and then awkwardly dabbing at my skirt. “The liquid must be freezing on your skin, hm?” he asks, staring at a few droplets on my thighs.
I sigh dramatically.
“Yeah, but it’s okay. I wore this outfit because I thought it’d be great to cheer on the team while we watch, but you know what? Now, my outfit is ruined before the game’s even started. Here, I’ll just make things easier and take it off,” I gabble quickly before Brand can reply. Moving like a flash, I grab the bottom of my shirt and lift the fabric over my head before throwing it to the side. Then, I wiggle out of my skirt and toss that on the ground too. Now, I’m only left in my best lingerie: a tiny lace bra about two sizes too small which is practically see through, and a matching pair of panties that barely hides my shadow.
Brand stares at me, completely transfixed and hardly even blinking.
“What are you doing, Janie?” he asks in a hoarse voice.
Those blue eyes flare as they take in my generous curves and I shimmy my hips with a giggle.
“What does it look like?” I coo, gently circling a nipple with one finger. “This is fun, right?”
I can see his cock straining in his pants and twitching against his thigh, but he makes himself stay rooted in place.
“Janie, where’s Jerry? Where’s your mom?” he asks in a strained voice, unable to look away from my perky breasts and the vee between my thighs. “This is wrong—"
I interrupt.
“They won’t be a problem. They’ll be gone for a good long while and won’t be bothering us, trust me. So we have plenty of time to play. If you’re interested, of course.”
Brand’s eyes hold so much intensity that it sends a shiver down my spine and causes goosebumps to rise on my skin as he steps closer and closer. He’s huge, and I tremble with anticipation. Those broad shoulders are triple the width of mine, and his chest is broad before tapering into a chiseled waist. What would it feel like to be pinned beneath that male mass, a slave to his touch?
“Janie, you don’t know—” he begins again, his voice rough.
But I put an end to this nonsense once and for all.
“I do know,” I say in a firm voice. “I’m twenty-five, and I want you, Brand. The question is: are you willing to deliver?”
The answering flare in those blue eyes tells me everything I need, and now, I’m about to go on the ride of my life.
4
Brand
There’s a part of me that knows this is wrong. Janie isn’t anywhere near my age. I’m forty-five and she’s a full two decades younger, so I know I should stop, but goddamn, knowing she’s so young gets me hot. I’ve always loved nubile young things, and Janie is definitely that. Hell, she’s more than nubile. She’s utterly gorgeous and voluptuous, with a sassy smile and a body that could conquer entire kingdoms.
After all, her lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination. I can see every inch of that smooth, soft skin, which reminds me of fresh cream on a sunny day. I can see every curve of her body, including those dusky nipples poking out from behind her thin lace bra, her tits spilling out of the flimsy garment. I can see the dark triangle between her thighs, and the way her panties cling to her mound, darkened by her wetness. Hell, I can see how her bottom lips protrude because the fabric’s totally stuck to her by now.
My dick is so hard it’s throbbing, and suddenly, my mind’s made up. Janie isn’t a child, and she’s old enough to know what she wants. I’m going to take what she’s offering, and to make sure she enjoys it too.
I step towards the saucy woman.
“Are you ready, baby girl?” I rasp, my fingers itching to touch her.
She merely slides a hand down to her velvet vee while giggling.
“I’ve been ready since the day I was born, Brand,” she coos. “Come and get it.”
