"Alright, well if you need anything, our bedroom is just next door." My voice comes out high pitched and shaky. Fuck! I dart from the room as quickly as possible, not waiting to see if Nate follows.
Once I've reached the safe confines of my bedroom, I sag against the door in relief. Relief to finally be away from Gabe and even from Nate. Relief from pretending things are a-okay. Relief from the tension filling my body since the moment I found out about our unexpected visitor. I debate for a moment between an ice-cold shower and a hot bubble bath. Despite the shower being the better option given my current state, I opt for a relaxing bath instead.
Ten minutes later, I'm fully submerged in hot water and lavender-scented bubbles. The jets are pulsing into the muscles on my back and the room is dark except for 5 or so candle flames filling the room with warmth. Yet, I'm still far from relaxed. I have yet to hear Nate come in the room and can't help but wonder if he and Gabe are still talking. My mind has been racing trying to figure out what was being communicated in that unspoken conversation I witnessed and if it continued after I left the room. A huge part of me worried that Nate could see the feelings I had for his brother written all over my guilty face. I couldn't bear the idea that he might think I didn't love him or that I would ever cheat on him, especially with his own brother. Equally horrible was the thought that I would come between the two and hurt their relationship with one another. I knew how much Nate looked up to Gabe and how close the two were despite being so long since they have seen each other. They talked at least once a week on the phone and probably texted daily or close to.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the door open and close. I didn't notice Nate in the room until a glass of wine appeared in front of me like magic. Leave it to Nate to know what I need and get it for me before I even know myself. He always has been great at reading me, which isn't the best thing at times like this. I groan in appreciation at the sweet taste on my tongue. I don't trust myself with words right now so I stay silent with my eyes closed, feeling his stare on me.
Minutes pass without a word spoken prompting me to finally open my eyes. I'm met with that same heated stare I swore I saw on his brother earlier. Only with Nate, I know exactly what it means. If he notices my confused look, he ignores it. Opting instead to run his hands over my chest, gripping my heavy breasts in his hands just above the surface of the water. My body responds instantly, given that I have been worked up all day. I glance down to see my nipples tighten into small peaks.
"Close your eyes and relax baby" Nate growls in my ear. I have always loved the husky tone his voice takes on when he is turned on. His happy, cheerful demeanor changes drastically in the bedroom, and to be honest, he becomes much more like his brother. I watch the transformation happen before my eyes. He turns into a dark, in control, domineering man that mirrors Gabe. I shake my head at the comparison. Nope, not letting myself go there. Instead, I follow Nate's orders and close my eyes, allowing the sensations to take over.
His hand has found its way to my neck, applying enough pressure to know it's there but not enough to hurt me. I know I am safe with Nate, even when his dark side takes over. Kissing line my jaw, down my neck, and to my collarbone turning to little bits as they descend. I love it when he takes control and gets rough. Any other time, he treats me like a princess. He is careful and delicate with me, always gentle and loving. Don't get me wrong, that side is amazing but I can't deny that this other side does crazy things for me.
One hand continues to knead my breast, pinching and pulling at my hard nipple. The other has found its way under the water and the bubbles. The fact that I can't see his hand on me drives me nuts. Thick, strong fingers graze lightly over my clit drawing a moan that I can't manage to stop. He moves in soft, slow circles, taunting me. My mind wanders to Gabe next door. Wondering what he is doing and thinking. I imagine him undressing, stepping into the shower, hot water leaving a trail down his hard, muscular chest. Like Nate, he works out and it shows but their bodies are different in most other ways. Where Nate is slimmer with a runner's build, Gabe is taller by several inches and built like a linebacker. His shoulders are broad and his chest wide. His arms and legs are like tree trunks. Nate moves with ease and grace, slipping silently around the house. Gabe, well, you can't help but notice Gabe. His massive body takes up a whole door frame. I have spent years flipping back and forth on which man was more "my type" but have since decided I couldn't possibly choose. For as different as they are, I am equally attracted to both.
Nate fits perfectly at my side. He is shorter than Gabe's 6'4 but considering I am only 5'2, he still towers over me. Both men's eyes are a sparkling emerald green while mine are so blue they appear white at times. They each have golden-brown hair. Nate's is clean cut on all sides and styled and Gabe's is parted down the side with it long on top and closely shaven on the sides. I can always tell when he is frustrated because he runs his fingers through it until its a completely disheveled mess... which is almost all the time. I feel like a pixie next to either one with my short height, small frame, and bring red hair. I always found it funny that Gabe is the business guy while Nate works in a blue-collar factory job. Looking at them, you would think the exact opposite.
I like the idea that either man has the size and muscle to pick me up and manhandle me in the most delicious ways. Much like Nate does now. With a squeal of surprise, I am jerked from my thoughts at my husband lifting my soapy, wet body from the water. I drench the floor and his clothes as he picks me up and carries me to the bathroom vanity. The cold granite on my warm, bare ass shocks me, sending chills up my body. I don't have a moment to process before Nate's lips are on mine. His tongue pries my mouth open even as I try to resist. His teeth sink into my plump bottom lip all the while his hand is still wrapped around my throat. The most I fight against his kiss, the harder he squeezes. I can still breathe and he knows it but he also knows I get off on the helpless feeling of being controlled by him.
His other hand jerks my legs open where he trusts his clothed pelvis into me. His cock is rock hard, straining against the fabric of his jeans. The hard scrape of the fabric against my sensitive skin has me moaning uncontrollably. I tug at the drenched fabric of his shirt, wrestling it over his head. Nothing in the world feels better than his warm base skin against my own naked body. I feel safe and loved while at the same time, crazy with desire. I'm aware of his fingers digging into my thigh with bruising force as he holds my legs open for him. In the morning, I know I will feel embarrassed and self-conscious about the bruises he is leaving on my legs and the dark purple marks that will cover my neck but right now, I can't bring myself to care. It feels like he is marking his territory all over me, something he has never done before. I briefly wonder if it is because of Gabe being here or because he knows that I don't have to try to explain a hickey to a 6-year-old on Monday morning.
I'm back in the air with my legs wrapped tight around Nate's waist. My fingers are scratching at his skull, wishing there was something to grab onto. Damn him and his grooming habits. Again, my mind drifts to Gabe knowing that if it was him, I could easily get a fist full of hair to tug on. As if he can sense my thoughts drifting, Nate throws me backward onto the bed without warning. I let out a small scream which quickly changes to a moan when he buries his face between my legs. Thoughts of keeping quiet fly out the door when he starts sucking my clit and pumping 2 fingers in and out of my slick, wet pussy. At the moment, I could care less if Gabe hears his brother fucking me. As a matter of fact, a small part of me wants him to hear. Fucked up, I know, but whatever.
An orgasm builds quickly, ripping through my body with more force than I think I can handle. I feel like I am drifting in and out of consciousness when I am jerked back to the present once again. In my haze of euphoria, I hadn't noticed Nate undressing and climbing back on the bed until his cock is slamming inside me. No prep, no warning, and completely unforgiving. Yup, he knows something is up. Nate's always been rough in the bedroom at times but never like this. Don't get me wrong, I am far from complaining, but it feels like he is punishing me. Or maybe taking some aggression out of my body. Either way, I know he needs this, whatever this is and I am more than happy to give it to him.
He grabs my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look him in the eye. I see such a mix of emotions reflected back at me. There is fear, anger, a hell of a lot of desire, but the love and adoration are still there too. Whatever this is, I know we will be okay. I meet his stare, refusing to back down. I cover the guilt I know is there the best I can.
"Say my name Jenna," his command takes me by surprise. In six years of marriage, eleven being together, he has never asked me to say his name during sex. Shit. That can't be good right? I give him what he needs, moaning his name louder than necessary as he pumps his hard cock in me. I'm sweating and quickly building to another orgasm while his length slams against my cervix over and over. Nate still holds my face, keeping my eyes trained on him. My jaw aches, my body is spent, but I don't stop him. Over and over again, he slams into me until I am a screaming incoherent mess. I think this is what finally satisfies him as he finishes inside me without a word.
