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Whatever else he had to say, it was discarded as I really started to move. Suction, a flickering tongue, I tried to trace the entirety of his length with it. My hand slid up his thigh, then delved into his pants, cupping his balls, and his grip tightened.

“You don’t need to do this,” he gasped. “You don’t need…” Brock was moving now in time with each stroke, his whole body straining. “Fuck, baby, I’m close.”

That’s what I wanted to hear. What I didn’t was the sound of footsteps up the stairs.

I needed to stop. I needed to pull away and hide, because I didn’t want any of the guys to see me right now. They might joke about me getting it on with the boss, but catching me midway through blowing him was a whole other thing.

“Brock…?” I knew that voice and it didn’t belong to Gary or Ken. Hunter and Hayden’s were very similar, though there were small differences if you knew them well. Hunter’s was slightly deeper and he spoke a little faster, like he did now. “Hey, have you seen Jamie?”

Brock tried to formulate a response, but instead just let out a strangled groan, right in time for the door to slam open. Hunter filled the doorway, his eyes zeroing in on the desk. He took in the scene before him, then shut and locked the door behind him, pulling the blind down.

I went to pull away, not knowing how this would go. Back when I thought it was all fake, this wouldn’t have been an issue, but the guys had to bring feelings into things. Brock sensed this and tightened his grip, keeping me right where I was as Hunter approached, a slow smile forming.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”

Chapter 42

Hunter

Jamie couldn’t answer me obviously, but as I walked closer, I took it all in.

I’d had plenty of fevered fantasies featuring my girl, but never like this. Her lips stretched tight, struggling to take him, her throat working. I’d never wanted to swap places with my brother before, but right now…? Jealousy punched me hard in the guts, but just to make shit confusing, my dick rose, thickening, swelling way too fucking fast.

So somehow I was into this.

“Don’t let me stop you.” I waved my hand. “Continue.”

“Glad we have your approval,” Brock groaned. “Jamie…”

He was about to say something, to tell her this was done, but Brock didn’t see the flash of rebellion in her eyes. Jamie pulled back slowly, as if revealing my brother’s dick to me–that wasn’t what she was trying to show me. She made fucking love to that cock, the movement of her tongue made clear by the way her cheeks bulged, then she pulled off with a flourish, mutely daring me to make comment.

So I did.

“Oh, you’re not done yet,” I said, moving so I was standing next to both of them, able to see exactly how puffy Jamie’s lips were. “You need to finish the job.”

“If you turn around and go down those stairs, pretending you never saw this, we could,” Brock grumbled.

“Nope.” I propped my butt on the edge of the desk and then leaned down, bundling her hair higher up on the back of her neck. “I admit I’ve thought about you sucking dick way too many times, Jamie, so right now? I need you to show me.” My grip on her hair tightened and she rolled her head back, revealing the line of her throat. “Show me exactly how good it would be. Then…” I shook my head, the room feeling like it was filled with something far thicker than air. It was soupy and hard to breathe in, and yet the only way you were getting me out of this office was to forcibly drag me. “Make me feel it, babe.”

“You’re fucking twisted,” she said, her voice just a little raspy, making me wonder how deep she’d been taking him.

“But you’re not saying no.” My grin widened as she pulled against my grip, one hand moving to encircle his length, the other to cup his balls. “Nice…” I said. “Some girls don’t realise how good a bit of ball play can be.”

“If you’re not gonna leave,” big brother growled, “then at least shut the fuck up.”

“And when have I ever done that?” I asked him.

Brock couldn’t answer though, his hips moving, his hand going to her cheek. I wasn’t his focus right now, she was.

What the fuck was I doing? That question was like a small voice screaming into a hurricane, whisked away in the sensual madness happening before me. Because in my mind, I wasn’t watching. It was my dick she was sucking really fucking deep. It was me that was flexing my hips, but not too much, trying to get deeper. The sulky ache of my cock inside my pants intensified with each stroke, as if it was her getting me off, not Brock. His low groan was a twin of mine as her eyes flicked up, meeting his then mine, that sweet, sweet moment of connection snapping tight, right as she shoved him deep down her throat.

“No…”

Brock and I were of the same mind, protesting when we heard her gargle, his hands slapping down on the arms of his chair, mine sliding from the back of her neck to her throat. Strands of her hair caressed the backs of my hands as I felt her throat convulse. There was a little trick that I’d found could help, my hand pressing gently down on the tight muscles, encouraging them to relax. The strangled sound Brock made had me thinking it was working, right before Jamie started to really move.

I knew exactly what those sharp, short strokes would feel like. Wet, velvety soft, and hugging your entire length, my brother had to be aching. I knew I was. My eyes, my hands not knowing where to go. Watching her expressions, catching when her eyes fell closed as if she was totally into the moment, her nails clawing at his skin right as the chair began to creak.

“Fuck, Jamie…”