Brotherly love, p.1
Brotherly Love, page 1
Brotherly Love
a taboo mm
B.Sobjakken
Copyright © [2023] by [Brooke Sobjakken]
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Copyediting and proofreading by Justine Luke – justinejustreads@gmail.com
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
About the Author
* Other Taboo Works
Chapter One
“You know…with some liquid latex and paint. I could fix you right up.”
I turn to the make-up artist, who is packing her stuff into a large black trunk. She just finished the last touches on my brother for his photoshoot.
“What?” I ask her, confused. I glance back at my brother, ensuring that the models aren’t touching him inappropriately. Just because it’s for an underwear campaign doesn’t mean they shouldn’t keep their hands to themselves.
A sigh to my right and the loud click of the lock has my gaze returning to the mousy blonde. Her hair is tousled in a messy bun, and her white and blue striped t-shirt hangs loosely with lazy wrinkles over her faded and stained jeans.
“Your scar. We could cover it. Agencies pay a lot of money for good-looking twins, but I’m assuming that’s why you’re his manager. Because of all… that.” Her hand waves over her face, a finger with broken nail polish runs down from her mid-forehead, along her nose and onto her cheek.
My stomach hollows, the familiar humiliation ceasing my breath. I tighten my jaw, staring at the blunt woman. I’m not embarrassed by my scar, but I’m used to people who pretend it isn’t there, who don’t draw attention to it.
“You think I need to be fixed?” I ask through clenched teeth, my tone colder than a winter's night.
Her face pales. “I just meant— like to s-save on photoshopping.”
I cock my head to the side. “You think my disfigurement prevents me from modeling? That I can’t get the job because it’s so fucking hideous?”
She pulls her case tighter to her body, shaking her head vehemently. “No, of course not. I—“
“Get the fuck out of here. I’ll be sure to pass your name to everyone I know,” I tell her with a sneer.
Her eyes widen, knowing I just blacklisted her from working in the city. Tears stream down her cheeks as she turns away, quickly leaving the set.
“You feel good about that?”
I turn to face Hayden. He’s toweling off the water they had spritzed on him. His white underwear is soaked through, giving everyone a clear outline of his cock. I grab his shirt and sweatpants, tossing them to him.
“Immensely. We done here?” I ask him, nodding at the photographer staring at the small screen on his camera as he clicks through his shots.
He shrugs. “A couple of the models invited us out.”
I narrow my eyes as he grins.
“You declined last time. You know what that means?” Hayden teases further.
Flipping him off, I grimace at the rule I had set up with him. He loves being the life of the party, while I do not. But for the sake of appearances and his ever-growing popularity, I get to decline half the invitations that are offered as long as I accept the next one.
For the most part, it’s worked in both of our favors. But I want nothing more than to disappear into my own little world for the rest of the evening, and wallow in a bit of self-pity before waking up and getting over it.
“Can we leave after a drink or two?” I ask evenly.
His eyebrows furrow and his gaze roams over my face, catching on to my mood. “Sure, Hunter. That’s fine by me.”
While we wait for the rest of the models to change, I catch up on some emails, ignoring everyone around me. My brother is used to my off-putting behavior, lingering next to me but not including me in any of the conversations.
He nudges my shoulder when everyone is ready to leave. And we walk to the bar down the street, a small mercy that it’s not far.
The place is packed for a random Tuesday night, forcing the group to find separate seats and anything available. I walk up to two men sitting at the bar top, offering them a hundred bucks each for theirs. They grab the money before the entire deal is out of my mouth and vacate their spots.
Hayden snickers, ordering us both a scotch on rocks as we sit. “When we headed back home?”
I pull up the calendar and sigh. “Next week. We’re staying in the hotel tonight and then catching a flight to Atlanta.”
The bartender sets our drinks down and Hayden grimaces, swirling the amber liquid.
“And then how long are we home?”
Sipping the strong alcohol, I look at my brother. “You know we can slow down whenever you want to.”
His throat bobs and he shakes his head. “Nah, modeling is so fickle. We shouldn’t really be turning offers down as they’re rolling in, especially since we’re a few years off from the big three oh.”
I bite my tongue. He knows how much money we invested when he landed his first big break. He could quit now, and live off his account comfortably. And the percentage I’ve taken from managing him would allow me the luxury of not hurrying to find another client.
“Be right back. Need to take a leak,” he says, leaving his untouched drink on the counter.
He didn’t even make it to the hallway before someone slipped into his seat.
My gaze turns to the pretty brunette who had sided up to me.
“Hi,” she whispers huskily, pouting her red-lined lips.
“Hello.” I take a small sip of my scotch, waiting to see what else she has to say.
Her eyes follow along my scar for a brief second before shifting to look me straight on. “I heard we have to get through you if we want a night with Hayden Pritcher.”
My whole body stiffens and I barely control the urge to crash the glass in my fist. “Get through me?”
She nods, picking up Hayden’s drink and taking a sip. I glare at her and she smiles. “Yeah, you’re like his big, bad, scary guard dog.”
I know it’s a figure of speech, but being compared to a dog regardless is another hit to my wounded pride. I take the drink from her hand, waving to the bartender for a new one. Leaning forward, I stare at her directly as I speak in a low and sinister tone.
“I weed out the desperate, pathetic women who think spreading their legs for a single night is going to mean anything but an open hole to fall into. You could have the tightest, prettiest pussy around here, but you’re nothing other than a quick fuck. Something my brother can easily pay for without the complications of the confused, delusional feelings of a stupid girl who thought she got a golden ticket.”
She pales, sucking in a sharp breath.
Someone clears their throat and I look up, meeting Hayden’s bright and amused gaze.
“Playing nice, brother?” he asks.
The woman turns to him, wiping the previous apprehension off her face. “We were just having a quick chat, waiting for you.”
His eyebrows raise. “Yeah, what about?”
She blinks, stutters for a moment, and then says. “About you two taking me back to your hotel.”
Hayden’s head jerks back, stunned. He glances at me. “You agreed to a threesome?”
I didn’t, but something tells me that she’s banking on me declining. So I bare my teeth, knowing my sneer is unpleasant. “I did.”
The woman flinches slightly, enough that I catch it, but Hayden remains oblivious.
My brother grins. “Well, I’ll be damned. I never thought the day would come. Forget the drinks, let’s go.”
Hayden turns to the door, and I catch the woman’s elbow as she slides off the stool. Her stare is timid as she looks up at me.
“Be careful what you wish for. I bite,” I say before barking at her as she scurries after Hayden. Laughing, I down the rest of the scotch, drop some large bills on the counter, and follow them out.
Chapter Two
When we get to the hotel, I have her sign an NDA and all the other usual paperwork before stepping into my room. I won’t risk letting her into Hayden’s suite. He rubs his hands together with excitement as we walk into the bedroom.
I sigh, sitting down as she pauses near the doorway. Hayden waits patiently behind her.
“You still want to do this?” he asks. I’m unsure if it’s directed at me or her.
The woman nods, stepping closer but glancing at me hesitantly.
My lips curl at her discomfort. She lets out a shocked gasp when Hayden presses into her, his hands resting on her waist.
“Nervous?”
I watch him trying to soothe her, bored of this game already.
“Yeah, a little,” she answers, tilting her head to look up at him.
He smiles. “We’ll take good care of you.”
There’s a hint of something else in his tone as his hands skim up her rib cage. She’s frozen on the spot as my brother explores her body. His blue eyes shine as his fingers curl around the edge
I lick my lips, taking in the stunning woman before me. It shouldn’t surprise me, she’s a model after all. My cock hardens at the thought of pumping into the heat between her legs.
Hayden unclips her bra, letting the straps fall down her arms before she shakes it off. Her generous mounds bouncing as she tosses it. The rosy pink tips of her breasts are hard and perky. My brother’s hands squeeze her tits, kneading the flesh as he kisses the dip of where her neck meets her shoulder.
“My brother has had a rough day. You want to make him feel better, don’t you, darling?” he whispers against her skin.
Her thighs rub together, and she melts into his chest with a soft nod.
Hayden slides his hold to her hips, giving her a small push forward and a light tap on her ass. Her gaze focuses on me, some of her arousal dulling in her eyes and my teeth grind together.
“Crawl.” I command her when she moves to walk toward me.
She stills, looking back at Hayden.
His eyebrows rise, and he holds his arms across his chest. “Well?”
Her knees and hands hit the floor as she turns back to me. Hayden’s head tilts to the side as he gets a decent view from behind.
“Don’t let the hesitation fool you, brother. Her underwear is soaked through,” he says with a smirk.
A red tint spreads across her face, and I smile at her embarrassment. Spreading my legs, I relax on the edge of the mattress. She looks up at me as she reaches my knees, expectedly, and I nod.
She kneels, resting her ass on the back of her tucked feet as she reaches to undo my jeans. Her hands shake as I lift so she can pull them down my thighs before tossing them away. When she comes back to the large bulge pressing against my boxers, she pauses.
“Think you can handle two of these, sweetheart?” I mock her.
Her throat bobs as she swallows before the coldness of her fingers make my stomach flex as she hooks into my waistband. My cock bounces out, smacking against my abdomen as she releases him. I grab my collar at the back of my neck, pulling my t-shirt off in a single swoop.
“Jesus, I think you might be a little bigger than me,” Hayden jokes.
I roll my eyes. “Shut the fuck up.”
Then turn back to the woman. “Put it in your mouth and suck my cock.”
A flare of annoyance lights her eyes before she leans forward, her warm tongue swirling around my tip. I lean back, watching as the confident woman from the bar hesitantly swallows my thick dick between her lips. I can only imagine it’s an uncomfortable ache in her jaw.
Hayden clicks his tongue, moving to kneel behind and presses her head down. Her throat constricts around me and I let out a hiss as she gags. He holds her there for a second as my cock is milked by a second flex of her throat. I wave his hand away and he lets her up. She gasps as she pulls back, drool hanging from her mouth and tears falling down her pale face.
Hayden’s face is cold as he looks at her, uncaring about what he has just done. “You still want a night with Hayden Pritcher?”
It shouldn’t make me harder that he’s punishing her for what he overheard, but it does. People failed to realize that we were equally protective of each other, but Hayden’s cruelty runs deeper; hidden away from the surface while I wear it all on my sleeve.
“Y-yes,” she croaks out between coughs. His eyebrows raise, and I have to admire her tenacity to fuck my brother. He grabs onto her arm softly, pulling her to her feet with him.
“You sure, darling? We’re not going to be easy on you. We have some things to work out and what better way than take it out on your poor little pussy,” he whispers, kissing down her neck and to her chest, suckling on a nipple. His hand squeezes her other breast before switching to that hard bud, pulling it into his mouth. She moans, her hand tangling into his hair and keeping his head on her chest.
I wrap my hand around my cock, smearing her leftover saliva down my entire shaft as I watch him play with her tits. Her mouth is open in pleasure as Hayden’s hand skims down her stomach and into her underwear.
“Take it off,” I tell him and he complies, pushing her thong down her legs.
He lifts his head, nodding at the bed. “Scoot over.”
As I move, he flings her onto the mattress and pushes down on her thighs to keep her legs open. He settles on his knees between them, his hands sliding up till his thumbs press on the lips of her pussy, revealing the glistening red hole. Hayden’s eyes lock with mine as he lowers his head, his tongue lapping around her clit. He swirls around the swollen bud slowly, not looking away from me as he does.
She moans, but my attention is on him. He’s devouring her pussy, but it seems like a prelude to a different show. My cock throbs in my hand as I watch. He pulls back, pumping two fingers into her as he licks his lips.
His chin is glistening with her juices when he points to my lap. “You want to fuck her first?”
She lets out a whimper, annoyed that Hayden hasn’t gotten her off. I look at the desperation on her face and nod, she is going to have to keep waiting because I have no plans to let her enjoy this.
I reach to grab her thigh and Hayden taps my hand away. He stands up, pushing on my chest as I fall back onto the bed. My cock thuds against my stomach with a loud smack.
“Get on his cock and ride it,” he tells her, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his legs.
She doesn’t hesitate to climb onto my lap, stroking my hard length as she lines it up to her entrance and slowly starts to sink down. A small hiss of air escapes her lips as she grimaces.
Hayden lets out a snicker. “I don’t think she’s used to our size, brother.”
I grasp onto her hips, pulling her down as I lift and thrust up. She falls forward, her hands slapping down on my chest as she lets out a yelp. Her wide eyes plead with me to stop and I do, letting her adjust to me. A moment later, she wiggles, taking the last couple of inches, and her thighs are flat against my pelvis.
My hands slide to tighten onto her waist as Hayden pushes her flatter against my chest.
“Arch your ass, darling,” he says, kneeling behind her and between my legs.
The velvet-hard flesh of his cock brushes against my base, and I let out a hiss. His thick crown poking at her already occupied pussy.
“What are you doing?”
“She wanted to fuck us both, didn’t she?” he says. He presses harder, and she lets out a sharp cry as her tight hole tries to accommodate.
I let out a grunt when his tip glides against the bottom of my shaft again. “Fuck her ass then.”
His blue eyes lock onto mine. “No.”
Hayden thrusts forward, his cock popping through her entrance, and his entire length slides against mine. I’ve never felt another man’s penis, only knowing the intimate details of mine. The additional heat and thickness of his hard cock has me swelling at the pleasure, the sensitive pressure of her stuffed pussy and him rubbing against my shaft.
“Oh my god. Oh my god,” she moans, her fingers digging into my arms. Her face is flushed, and tears gathered in her squeezed-shut eyes.
Hayden shushes her, stroking her hair and pulling it to the side so he can see her clearly. “You like it, don’t you, darling? You like the feeling of my brother and me inside you?”
She nods frantically, and he grins.
“Good. Now hold on tight while I fuck you both,” he says, and then pushes her head down into my chest. He pulls out his cock till the tip is just resting inside her before plunging forward. His balls slap against me as he keeps thrusting.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, overwhelmed with the sensation of his dick pumping in and out. The friction of his movements against my cock is the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.
Hayden smiles. “You going to come, brother? Come inside her, get it all over me.”
My cock twitches, my balls draw up, and I struggle to breathe. He picks up his pace, slamming into us and I let out a slow groan, unable to hold back. I come hard, spilling so much inside her that it feels like it’s never going to end.
