He kept his hands off her, a little afraid that if he touched her, he might do what he’d tried to avoid with Jesse—put her on her back and get balls deep inside. This was a little warm-up for his friend. That was all.
Her hand trailed down his torso, making his flesh quiver everywhere she touched. He didn’t like clothes in the best of circumstances. He downright hated them now. He wanted to feel her hands on his chest as they kissed. He wanted to make out with her until they couldn’t see straight, and then Jesse would turn her into his arms and Cade would watch them kiss. They would get her so hot she would beg them. They would take her to the edge over and over before giving her that one little push that sent her to heaven. Yes, they could play all night long. That was what he wanted. A full night of pleasuring Gemma, passing her back and forth like a sweet little sex toy he shared with his brother.
He loved the buildup. He fucking loved foreplay. Fucking was an art form and it took time to get it right.
Gemma didn’t seem to have the same philosophy.
Her hand went straight to the fly of his jeans. She was a little awkward, pulling at it. She left his mouth, her face turning down as she tried to get his jeans open.
“Hey, slow down, Gemma.”
“No need. We can do it here.”
“I think I should have a say in that,” Jesse said on a low growl from the front seat.
Fuck. He wasn’t going to step on Jesse’s toes. He pulled back. “Let’s get to the cabin.”
She was so aggressive. She finally got his fly open, and her hand covered his hard-as-a-rock cock. “You don’t want to wait.”
But he did. She was moving way too fast for him. She started to pull at his jeans. For the first damn time in his life, he wished he wore underwear. It would have provided him with a temporary buffer from Gemma’s forceful hands.
“Gemma, we’re almost home.” He could see the valley up ahead. One turn and then he could pull her out of the car and they could set everything on the right footing. He could slow things down. Jesse would take charge. They would get her where she needed to be, wet and wild and wanton.
“Do you have a condom?” Her voice was all husky command. She wasn’t asking. She was telling him he should have a condom.
Jesse stopped the car in front of her house. “Gemma, get out of the car.”
She wiggled a little, her hands moving under the flouncy cotton skirt she wore. He watched in equal amounts of arousal and horror as she came up with her black lacy panties in hand. She winked and tossed them his way. “Come on, Cade. Where’s the condom? We’re going wild tonight. No-holds-barred, crazy sex. Let’s go.”
Those panties told the tale. They were lovely, all lace and seduction. They were meant to get a man’s blood hot, but he wasn’t concerned about his blood. He could fuck her right now and all night long. But Gemma’s blood was in question because those lovely panties were perfectly dry. He put them right to his nose and all he could fucking smell was the fabric softener she’d used on them.
She wasn’t anywhere close to being ready for sex, so why the hell was she pushing for it?
Jesse opened the door and frowned down at both of them. Cade simply looked up at him and handed him the panties. Jesse seemed to know immediately that something was wrong. Cade wasn’t surprised. Jesse knew damn straight what a pair of close-to-the-edge woman’s undies should feel like. They’d brought many a woman to the breaking point before they’d eased the panties off and slid inside.
His unruly cock was wailing at him, but he needed to figure out what was going on with Gemma. This was supposed to be fun, not a race to see who made it to the finish line first. She reached for him, and he practically fell out of the car. He managed to stay on his seat. Jesse held her panties, sending him a “what the fuck” look.
Cade shrugged. He had no idea what was going on. He tucked his cock back in, carefully zipping back up.
“Are you going to kiss me or what?” Gemma asked, aggressively moving toward him.
Kissing was still a good idea. She needed a whole hell of a lot of kissing. She needed kissing and petting and possibly a tongue teasing into her cunt before she was ready for sex. She slammed her mouth on his, and her hands went right back to his jeans.
He pushed her away. “Damn it, Gemma. Slow down.”
She stopped, her body going completely still. She took a moment and then smoothed her hair back. “I’d like to get out now.”
Good. They needed to get inside so he and Jesse could lay her out and show her what foreplay was. He’d love to meet her previous lovers because they obviously hadn’t taught her pleasure. Cade slid out of the car, forcing his big body out of the backseat and onto her driveway. He could breathe again. The night air cooled his skin. He reached his hand back in to help pull Gemma out, but she didn’t take it. Awkwardly, she struggled out of the car. She nearly fell over, but Cade caught her. She pushed away from him as quickly as she could, steadying herself on her impractical heels.
“Thank you for the ride home.” Her face was a polite blank.
“What?” Cade looked at Jesse. What the fuck was going on?
She didn’t reply, just turned and walked toward her door, digging in her purse for her keys.
He’d been dismissed. He looked at Jesse, who was staring at Gemma as she climbed the two steps to her porch.
“You didn’t do anything,” Jesse said, his eyes never leaving her. “If I’d gotten in the backseat, she would have done the same thing to me and I would have reacted the same way.”
Cade had the sudden, desperate need to go after her. It didn’t matter that he was scared. It didn’t mean shit that he knew he wasn’t good for her. He couldn’t walk away. “Gemma?”
She didn’t turn around, simply stood at her door in the gloom of the night, trying to force her key in.
“You can go if you want to, but I’m going to handle her.” Jesse had a frown on his face. “She’s about to find out she’s not in charge of this.”
Jesse started toward her, and Cade followed, hoping he hadn’t just fucked everything up.
Jesse checked his temper. He was righteously pissed off, but he needed to handle Gemma with care. “Let me do that.”
She was struggling with the key. She obviously couldn’t see the lock since the light on her front porch was out. She shouldn’t walk up alone when she couldn’t see. Anyone could charge her from the dark, and she wouldn’t know what hit her.
“I’ve got it, Jesse.” She cursed as the keys fell out of her hand.
Jesse got to them before she could. “Baby, let’s go inside and talk about this.”
“He doesn’t want me. You two are a packaged deal. I get that. So why don’t you both just run along?”
His head started pounding, just a bit. Something was going on with Gemma. He could see it plainly. She’d been on edge all night, but he wasn’t going to let her ruin this. “We’re going to go inside and sit down and talk about this like rational adults. Gemma, you weren’t even aroused.”
She frowned. “How the hell would you be able to tell?”
He held her panties up. “These are bone dry, darlin’. They should be wet.”
She gasped and reached out for her underwear. Jesse was faster. “Give me those.”
“No.” He shoved them in the pocket of his jeans. “Now, you don’t want to go inside? We can do this out here, but you might want to keep your voice down.”
“I am not doing anything out here.”
“You were ready to rape Cade just a few seconds ago in full view of your mother’s cabin.”