Badd Mojo by Jasinda Wilder

  I couldn't see where she was kissing next, that was part of it.

  She was teasing me, dragging the garments down past my groin, kissing around my cock, down my thighs, kissing my belly mere inches from my cock, so close that her cheek brushed me, and then away. Her hands cupped my ass, clutching and caressing, and her lips continued to tease me, until I was breathing hard and groaning in need.

  "Shit, Aerie. You're driving me crazy."

  "Tit for tat, Cane."

  "I'll tat your tit," I said, just for something to say in return.

  "Ah, no, thanks. No titty tattoos for this girl."

  "No?"

  "No."

  "Not even a little tiny one, like on the underside or something? I'm the only one who'd even know it was there."

  "Nope. I'm tattoo free and have every intention of staying that way, thanks." She laughed, breathing on my stomach. "Titty-tat. I tot I saw a titty-tat."

  I laughed with her, and then barked in surprise when she abruptly took my cock into her mouth, going deep without warning. I'd been so hard for so long it was a very short trip to the edge, needing a single stroke of her mouth over my erection, her tongue flicking and circling.

  I reached down and hauled her to feet. "Oh no...no, no, no. You do that and you'll mess up my plan." I pulled her up against me, exploring her naked body with my hands. "Besides, you already did that. I want something else, now."

  "And that would be what, now that we're both blindfolded and naked?"

  I slid my foot across the floor, seeking the edge of the bed, and I found it. I moved past her to sit on it, and then reached out to find her, and my hand brushed against skin. Further exploration told me I had her thigh, and then I found her hips and twisted her in place so she was standing between my knees. I pulled her closer, cupping her ass, mirroring her from moments ago, kissing her belly and then up between her breasts. I latched my mouth onto one nipple, and then the other, and she whimpered, pressing her core against me.

  "Canaan, I need you," Aerie murmured, reaching down to cup my head, holding me against her breasts as I laved her nipples, one after the other. "Please, I need you."

  She bent, then, palms on my cheeks, and her mouth stuttered over my cheek, found my lips, and her kiss was desperate, delirious, wild, passionate. Demanding. No more games, this kiss said.

  Breaking away from her kiss momentarily, I cheated, just a little: I lifted my blindfold just long enough to peek in Bax's bedside table drawer, relieved when I found a pile of condoms. I took one, replaced my blindfold. Reached up to bring her back down, resuming the kiss.

  She pressed into me, whimpering into my mouth in desperation. "Cane..."

  I flopped backward to the bed, bringing her down on top of me. She eagerly straddled me, sliding her bare pussy over my hard cock, teasing me.

  "Tell me you have one," she murmured.

  I groped, found her hand, and pressed the condom into it. "You do it."

  "This could be tricky, blindfolded."

  "Makes it all the more fun."

  "Hold still," Aerie ordered.

  "I won't move a muscle," I promised.

  She remained straddling me, and slid down my body in an erotic tease, lips trailing, stuttering, dancing in jumping kisses from chest to stomach to hips, and then she had her hands on me, stroking me with one hand in slow twists. She paused, and I heard foil rip, and then she gripped me in one hand and I felt her roll the condom onto me, using both hands in a hand-over-hand movement that drove me wild.

  Then, as slowly as she'd descended, Aerie moved back up, the tips of her breasts tracing hot, silky lines across my skin, her damp core dragging. Her hands scoured my body, circling my chest before delving into my hair, and then her mouth was on mine as she hovered over my erection. I reached up between her thighs, found her slit wet and waiting, traced the opening, using my other hand to guide my cock to her entrance. I notched myself inside her, just the very tip of the head at first, wanting to take this slowly.

  She had other plans.

  The moment she felt me inside her, Aerie sank down on me without breaking the kiss, her palms on my cheeks, crying out as I filled her. "Oh god, Canaan--fuck, you feel so good." Her forehead touched mine as she finally paused the kiss to gasp, her ass flush against my thighs. "Touch me, kiss me, fuck me."

  "You're like a dirty poet," I murmured, palming her hips. "I like it."

  "Dirty poetry, huh? I like that idea. Maybe I'll write you a dirty poem someday."

  "How about this--you write me a dirty poem, and read it to me while I'm fucking you fully clothed, in public."

  She giggled, and her walls pulsed around me with her laughter. "God, that's an amazing idea. Let's do it!"

  "For real?"

  "Fuck yeah, for real." She kissed me again, slowly lifting her hips to draw me out, hovering when I was still just barely inside her. "I'm not kidding, Canaan. I want to do that."

  "You seriously do?"

  "I seriously do." She gasped as she sank down on me again, driving me into her. "You make me crazy. You make me want to...you make me want to do crazy things I'd never do with anyone else, things I'd never even consider with anyone else. I don't know what it is about you, but you just..."

  I slid my hands all over her skin, exploring her soft flesh, my hands carving from shoulders to waist, hips to thighs, up her stomach to caress her tits. Again and again, I explored her body in an endless circuit of touches, and she rose and fell on me, drawing me out and impaling herself on me over and over and over in slow, deliberate movements. Unhurried, relishing the feel of us connecting, gasping each time I drove into her tight wet hot slit. I groaned with her, and we continued like that, me touching her, Aerie holding the pace of her strokes to a maddeningly slow glide.

  Finally, I could take no more. I gripped her hips in my hands and tugged her down onto me, thrusting up with my hips. "I want it to last forever, but at the same time I want more, right now."

  "God, me too." She bent over me, touched her lips to mine. "You can't stop time, can you, Canaan? So we can have this moment just like this, for as long as we want it?"

  "Wish I could, sweet thing. Wish I could."

  She couldn't keep the pace slow anymore, either. When I pulled her down onto me, she whimpered, leaning back, bracing her hands on my chest. She held there for a moment, my cock buried deep inside her, balanced on me. I wished I could see her, naked above me, her breasts perfect teardrops, with small dark nipples and wide areolae. I wished I could see her, the way her pussy looked wrapped around my cock, her thighs braced on either side of my hips. Her trim waist, her long blonde hair cascading around her shoulders.

  I didn't take the blindfold off, though--removing my eyesight meant I felt her all the more intensely, felt the way her slit hugged me, pulsing, throbbing around me. Her weight was a delicious presence on top of me, pressing me into the bed, her skin softer than silk.

  She whimpered again, and lifted up. "I can't wait anymore, Canaan. I need to come." She sank down. "I need to feel you come."

  I could only groan in response, the wild explosive delirium of feeling Aerie begin to rise and fall, faster and faster...it was too much. I couldn't speak, could only grunt and moan and sigh. I gripped her hips and thrust with her, driving into her.

  Faster, and faster.

  My hips slapped loudly against her ass as our bodies met, and she was crying out nonstop, now, wordless howls of crazed bliss. I felt her touching herself, the swift circling movement of her hands brushing against the joining of our bodies.

  Nothing but touch, her smell, our bodies united and sliding together.

  I felt her come, felt her clamp around me, heard the hoarse cry of her voice as she detonated around me. "Cane! Cane, god...Canaan!" She fell forward, wrapping her arms under my neck, burying her face against the side of my throat. "Come for me, baby...come with me, Canaan!"

  Her encouragement was all it took to let go.

  My hands clenched into the crease of her h

ips and I pulled her down, burying myself deep, and I drove into her like that, hips rolling, grinding against her. She growled, a low murmur of ecstasy as she continued to come around me, and then I was letting go, heat blasting through me, my orgasm wrenching a shout out of me.

  Her lips met mine, demanding, kiss-starved, desperate, as she felt me coming. She whimpered into the kiss, her hips rolling to milk my climax, which went on and on, until I was dizzy and gasping from the force of it.

  Finally, after what felt like minutes of mutual orgasm, Aerie went limp on top of me, and I buried my face in her hair, whispering...I don't even know what. Random sounds? Gibberish?

  Aerie giggled, her body jiggling pleasantly. "Canaan, what are you saying?"

  I laughed. "I don't even know. That was so good it fucked all the sense out of me."

  She nodded. "God, wasn't it?" She rolled off me and rested her head on my chest. "I like being blindfolded with you."

  I peeked, and saw that she still had hers on. I removed mine, and then hers, and her green/amber eyes met mine. "That was crazy intense."

  "It was more than just intense, Canaan."

  "I know," I whispered. "But we're not talking about that, are we?"

  She shook her head. "No, not yet."

  A long comfortable silence in which we just...snuggled, for lack of a more manly word.

  And then she lifted up on an elbow, staring down at me, her hair a messy tangle around her face. "Canaan...I have something to say to you."

  I frowned up at her, tangling my fingers in her hair. "Okay?"

  She sucked in a deep breath, and let it out. "I want more."

  I blinked, hesitating to answer. "More, how?"

  She rubbed my chest with one hand. "Just...physically. There's more to this, but like you said, we're not talking about that just yet."

  I hesitated again. "Um, I mean...we have sex, like, twice a day. How much more can we have?"

  She shook her head. "No, I don't mean in frequency. I mean in terms of...god, I don't even know." She flopped to her back beside me, sighing. "I don't know how to put it."

  "Bluntly? Just say what you want, Aerie."

  "You make me crazy. I said this already. Well...I've always been the careful, responsible one. The reserved one. I never went really boy crazy like Tate did. And...you just...you bring something out of me." She paused, thinking, then resumed. "I...at the risk of sounding weird or melodramatic...you've awoken something insatiable inside me. And I want more. More craziness."

  "So what does that look like, Aerie?"

  She shrugged again. "I don't know." Another pause, then she glanced at me. "That's not entirely true. You're sometimes...it feels like you're being careful with me. Gentle. Like you're holding back from being as...as rough and wild, I guess, as you might otherwise want to be."

  I nodded. "That's true enough."

  "I don't want you to do that anymore. I don't mean rough like painful, I don't think I'd enjoy sadism or anything, but just...let go, with me. Don't be gentle. Don't be careful. Don't always be...sweet."

  "I just...I guess I hold back because I don't want to scare you, or make you think I need things to be all...caveman, or whatever, all the time. I like it when it's slow and sweet."

  "And so do I," she answered. "Just...not all the time. Like this--" she lifted the blindfold, "this was amazing. But I really do want you to actually tie me up and just do whatever the fuck you want to me. And I really do want to have sex in public with you, fully clothed, and read sexy poems to you. And whatever else."

  "Why, Aerie? Why do want all this with me?"

  She shrugged and shook her head. "I don't know. You just make me want it. I've never wanted anything like what you make me want. But I feel safe with you. I trust you. So...I'm willing to let go, willing to explore a little."

  "I think that could be arranged."

  She quirked an eyebrow at me. "Arranged, huh?"

  "Yeah. I may be able to figure something out, eventually."

  Aerie bent and snagged my T-shirt off the floor, tugging it on. "You promised me vodka. And also, I'm hungry again."

  "Several orgasms will do that to you, I guess." I tugged my jeans on commando, fastened them, and we left Bax's bedroom.

  Aerie rummaged in the fridge while I got out the vodka, some glasses, and an unopened bottle of tonic water in the back of a cupboard. Aerie found a block of cheddar cheese and a package of crackers, and we took our snacks and drinks to the living room where we sat and demolished the cheese and crackers and more than a couple vodka tonics, all in a companionable silence.

  We'd finished the snack and were discussing whether we wanted to hunt down Aerie's iPad to watch Netflix when the door to the stairs opened and Corin and Tate entered the apartment. Which led to a long, tense, awkward silence.

  Eventually, Tate shook her head, sighing. "I'm too exhausted to deal with this bullshit." She rubbed her face with both hands, and then shot a look at Aerie and me. "My first act as an official crazy pregnant lady is to claim the bedroom for Corin and me. I can't handle being apart from him right now."

  "We decided to crash in Bax's room for the night, since there's no word on when or if they're coming back" I said. "We kind of assumed you guys would need the bedroom to yourselves."

  "Thank you for that," Tate said, grabbing Corin's hand and leading him toward the bedroom. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I'm so completely done with this whole being awake bullshit."

  Corin hesitated though, as they passed us. "Hold on, though." His eyes met mine, and being his twin, I could read the flurry of emotions there as easily as if we'd had an hour-long conversation laying it all out. "Cane, we need to--"

  If I can read him, then he can read me, and I wasn't ready for that yet, so I looked away. "Give me some time first, okay?" I cut in.

  Tate hauled him away. "Not now, Cor. Just...not now."

  "Fuck--fine." He glanced at me over his shoulder. "We're gonna have this out, though, Cane."

  I nodded. "Absolutely. Just not now."

  "I just don't get what you could possibly have to be pissed off about."

  "Corin!" Tate snapped. "Come on, baby. I need to sleep. This has been a hell of a day, okay? Please?"

  He growled, pivoted on his heel, and vanished into the bedroom, and I watched him go. When Tate had the door closed behind them, I collapsed backward against the couch.

  "How does he not get it?" I asked, irritation flooding through me.

  "He's dealing with a lot right now," Aerie said, her voice gentle. "His whole life just got blown up."

  "Because of stupid decisions he made!"

  Aerie twisted, leaning close and grazing my cheek with her hand. "I know, and he has to come to grips with that, as well as the fact that he's going to be a father--which he literally just found out, and that whatever plans or dreams he may have had are now going to be changed in some way." She rested her head on my shoulder. "I know you're pissed, Cane, and you have every right to be, since this affects you too, but...have some compassion, huh? He's your brother."

  I groaned. "Gahhhh, you're right. You're right. I'm just--"

  "Trying to figure out where this leaves you?"

  I nodded. "Yeah, exactly."

  She stood up and hauled me to my feet. "It'll all work out, okay? For now, let's just...sleep. Okay?"

  I laughed. "I'm so worked up right now I don't know if I'll be able to."

  "Let's just try."

  It was weirdly intimate, climbing into bed with Aerie, but not with the expectation of sex. I donned my underwear in exchange for the jeans, and we wiggled around a bit, trying to find a comfortable position...but neither of us was used to sleeping with another person, so it took us some time to figure out positions. Eventually, we settled for spooning, with her behind me, pressed up against me, her knees tucked up behind mine, her breath on my shoulder, her hand draped over my chest, her breasts flattened against my back.

  And, to my surprise, I found myself falling asleep faster tha

n I ever had before in my whole life.

  4

  Aerie

  * * *

  I've never been one to sleep in late and, as far as I know, neither are any of the Badd brothers. Tate will occasionally sleep in until maybe nine or so, but that's rare. Usually, we're both automatically up by at least seven, and usually earlier; there was always just too much we wanted to do to waste time sleeping all morning, and I figured it's probably similar with the boys. I know in the few months Corin and I have been...dating, or whatever you want to call this thing...I've never known him to sleep later than seven thirty. So, when I'm woken to voices outside the bedroom door, then peer sleepily at the red numerals of the cheap digital alarm clock and see 11:30 a.m., I'm shocked.

  I shake Canaan. "Hey."

  He mumbles, still mostly asleep. "Whazzit."

  "It's eleven thirty in the morning, Cane."

  "Mmmm-fmmm."

  "And I think your brother is home, and about to come in."

  "Hnnnn?"

  "Canaan, wake up, honey."

  "Nnnng."

  "I don't want him to come in and find us in his bed like this."

  "Fug'im. Not scared of the dumb ol' gorilla."

  "I'm not scared, Canaan, it's just--"

  The door swung open at that moment, and I instinctively tugged the blankets up to my chin, as Baxter stood hulking in the doorway, a stunningly beautiful woman of medium height with jet-black hair peering around his shoulder.

  Baxter tilted his head to one side, stepped backward out of the room to glance at the hallway. "Yo, am I--this is my bedroom, yeah? Like, I'm not hallucinating?"

  Canaan blinked awake, finally, and tossed a wave with one hand while scrubbing his eyes with the other. "Sorry, Bax. Had...um...sleeping arrangement issues, so we borrowed your bed."

  I had the sheet up to my nose, now. "Um. Hi, Bax."

  Baxter's eyebrow slowly arched upward. "Aerie Kingsley, all snuggled in my bed with my kid brother. How cozy."

  "I'm barely two years younger than you, douchebag. That hardly makes me your kid brother." Canaan shifted to a sitting position. "Hi, Eva. Nice to see you again."

  She waved. "Hi, Canaan." Her eyes went to me. "Hi, Aerie. Nice to meet you in person."

  I wiggled my fingers at her. "Hi. Um, could we maybe finish this after I'm dressed?"