Blaine, Destiny - Domination Plantation [Southern Plantation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

The little vixen grinned and said, “Yeah, Jules, what
are
you doing?”

“Nothing yet,” he growled. “But when I do, you’ll ask me for repeat performances. That, darlin’ is a solemn promise.”

Chapter Three

Hours later, Jules was waiting on a woman. He readjusted the situation in his pants while he hung out in his truck. He scanned the dimly lit area of the expansive mall parking lot once more. He’d been there about thirty minutes and he still hadn’t heard from them.

Most of the cars remaining belonged to moviegoers and employees. He spotted a yellow convertible Mustang, a shiny red Corvette, and a mix of makes and models. For some silly reason, he thought of the easy comparison between cars and women.

Gals came in all makes and models, just like cars. Jenna was the Ferrari of all women. He reminded himself that a man didn’t drive a Ferrari like he might any other automobile. Oh no, when a guy slid behind the wheel of an expensive vehicle, he took extra precautions before he pulled onto the road, careful that he didn’t drive right into an unexpected accident. He avoided mistakes at all costs.

Cars, like women, were treasured possessions, but sometimes a man knew when he had hold of a rare find. Men, even relatively dumb ones, realized it was important to exercise a little extra care when dealing with extraordinary machines, especially when the mechanisms behind the lean equipment belonged to a sexy woman.

“I’ve lost it now,” he muttered, leaning against the headrest. Jenna, once again, had wormed her way into his thoughts. He might as well get used to it. Damnation, the girl crawled under his skin and existed there as a constant itch, an irritating reminder that his life was about to change and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Something told him his feelings would only get stronger and his condition wasn’t temporary. He couldn’t shut her out no matter how hard he tried. He still smelled her skin, the way she’d tasted when he’d kissed the nape of her neck. He was losing himself to a woman he hadn’t held, fucked, or God help him, bound to his bed and teased like they’d never have another day together, another moment as special as the first.

Hearing a noise in the distance, he opened his eyes and glared straight ahead. To his disappointment, a crowd of teenagers headed to the opposite end of the lot. No sign of Serena, or Jenna.

A few more minutes passed and Jules dialed Serena’s cell phone. It rang again and again. No answer. Damn it. Why did he let them out of his sight?

Searching the cars coming and going, he silently thanked God he didn’t see them getting out of a stranger’s car. Then, the sudden thought drove his panic.

He dialed Brogan’s number. “You dropped them off at the Bristol Mall, right?”

“Yep, Serena just sent me a text. They’re in a movie and should be out anytime.”

“All right,” Jules said, relieved.

“Everything okay, little brother?” Brogan teased.

“Fine. Why?”

“You sounded a little worried. Are you feeling okay? Feeling like yourself, I guess.”

“Smart-ass. I don’t know about you but I don’t like being responsible for teeny boppers.”

“You didn’t have a problem earlier when your lips were traveling across Jenna’s neck.”

“You saw?”

“I did. I hope you didn’t kiss anywhere below the collarbone.”

“Why hell no,” Jules said, a grumpy edge in his voice.

“Good thing Serena and I came home when we did then, right?”

“Sure, I was tickled to death to see you.”

“Yeah, we saw the welcome wagon along with the balloons and streamers. I don’t know who looked more disappointed, you or her.”

Jules shifted in the seat and stared at the mall entrance. “Really?”

“She looked content. Let’s just leave it at that.”

“Ah, but just you wait,” Jules taunted him. “She’s gonna look like a new woman once I get my dick inside her—”

The passenger door flew open, and Jenna hopped in the cab of the truck. “I won!” she exclaimed, exasperated.

“Uh, Brogan, I gotta go,” he said, eyeing Jenna. “One of the little kiddies just showed up.”

He heard a chuckle before he snapped his phone closed.

Jenna arched a brow. “I thought after your hands roamed all over me by the pool the least I’d earn was an upgrade to kitten.”

“Kitten?” he asked, scratching his chin and studying her long, tempting legs. “Kittens don’t wear shorts so short they show off a woman’s pussy.”

Her mouth dropped.

Instinctively, Jules allowed his tongue to slip from between his lips long enough to moisten his mouth and tempt the little vixen who apparently enjoyed hearing a few suggestive statements. “You don’t go out in shorts like those and bend over now, ya hear?”

“Why? Are you afraid I might show my ass?”

“I already told you what I thought. It’s not your bottom I’m worried about.” Jules was just about to take the provocative conversation a step further when the door opened again. Serena knelt next to the cab of the truck, breathing hard and acting as if she were darn close to losing her lunch.

“You okay?” Jenna asked, patting Serena’s back.

“No.” She grabbed her side. “How long have you been here?”

“Not nearly long enough.” Jules laughed and started the truck. “Get in, Serena. Let’s go pick up a pizza and head on back. We have company coming tonight.”

“We do?” Serena asked excitedly. “Is it a party?”

Jules gripped the steering wheel and thought about the get-together. He sure didn’t want his niece or Jenna meeting his guests. “Yeah, but you’re gonna watch movies and go to bed, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Serena agreed. “You know it.” She rolled her eyes and slapped Jenna on the leg.

Jenna jerked and her leg rubbed against his. He felt an electric shock all the way to his groin when her bare leg touched his denim-clad thigh.

“I’m invited, right, Jules?” Jenna asked, poking him in the ribs with her elbow.

“No. Young ladies don’t attend our parties. Too much sinning and foolishness at our shindigs, stuff neither one of you know anything about.”

“Ah now, Jules,” Jenna purred. “Let us go. Please?”

“You’re talking to the wrong uncle.”

“I’m not your niece, remember?”

God yeah, he remembered. He was thankful, too, because he’d already seen his future.

He possessed the strangest and strongest feelings whenever they were together. She stirred too many emotions inside him, and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. The little gal seated next to him would one day hold a very special place in his life.

He believed in love at first sight, and he was almost certain Jenna was destined to become his wife. There wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, except maybe accept his fate and prepare for the journey of a lifetime.

* * * *

Jules set aside his earlier nonsense and sorted out his feelings. He’d taken the girls to pick up carryout and then left them in the den with a large pizza smothered in extra cheese and sausage.

Then, he hid behind a bathroom door, yanked down his pants like he used to do when he was in high school, and jacked the hell off.

Yep, he felt like a young man with his first erection. He had nowhere to point, sink, twiddle, or bury the damn thing.

The whole time his dick was in hand, he imagined those voluptuous breasts, the kind of mounds a woman was gifted with, not the silicone bullshit most of his one-night stands flaunted. Jenna was soft and natural, ready for some good loving.

He pulled at his hard length and tried to visualize them making love. It didn’t take long for the tip of his dick to open up with his spill. He had to bite down on his hand to keep from screaming her name.

Even after he came, using her pretty little images for inspiration, he was still long and hard. His fantasies weren’t helping. They didn’t tide him over. He longed for the woman behind his daydreams.

After he’d showered and changed, he met up with Brogan in the barn. Brogan looked like he’d recently enjoyed a fresh fuck. He was as chipper as a man with his fingers still locked in a willing woman’s pussy.

“What’s up with you?” Jules asked.

“You’ve amused me in ways I never thought possible.”

“Glad to give you a few chuckles. Now, how’s that?”

“Jenna is driving you crazy.”

“No,” he stated flatly. “Jenna is not making me anything but hard.”

“Yeah, and she isn’t doing anything about it, and that, little brother, is making you act like a madman. You watch her like a stalker and blush whenever she enters a room.”

“I do not.” Jules grabbed a keg and dragged the heavy container to the barn entrance. “Who brought the beer?”

“Pete dropped it off before he went home to change.”

“Ah, so it’s his turn to buy this week?”

“I reckon,” Brogan replied. “What are the girls doing tonight?”

“I hope they’re enjoying their pizza and watching something like
Home Alone
, you know, a good young adult movie. I don’t want them to come up with any crazy notions and sneak out here later.”

“
Home Alone
might give them a few. Remember, Jenna is with Serena, for crying out loud.”

“She’s not as immature as Serena.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Brogan complained. “You’ve managed more time with her than I have.”

“Drives you crazy, too, doesn’t it?”

“It’s driving one of us to something, but it ain’t me, little brother.”

Jules narrowed his gaze and studied the first two trucks approaching the barn. “Great.”

Brogan turned around. “Ha! I bet you’ll keep those girls up at the house now, won’t you?”

“Who the hell invited Mark Doyle?”

“Pete and Melissa. He’s with Tommy, so you don’t have any worries.”

Tommy was the older Doyle brother and yes, he had reason for concern. He gritted his teeth and headed for the far end of the barn.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t feel like a party. I’ll watch the girls tonight.”

Brogan cleared his throat. “What you need to do is fuck some unsuspecting female who doesn’t mind a good thrashing regardless of the reasons behind a meaningless screw. A lot of pretty ladies are coming out tonight.”

“There’s always a new one coming out to party, but there isn’t a gal within five hundred miles of here who looks like Jenna. You can manage without me, can’t you?”

A racket at the opposite end of the barn guaranteed the party had arrived. Brogan turned around and Jules looked up in time to see Marcy with the Doyle brothers. She’d brought a friend.

Grief. Marcy and company was the last thing Jules needed.

“Marcy,” the guys chanted together. “Who’s your friend?” Brogan added, already intrigued enough to start his pursuit. He nodded toward the Doyles, and the quick gesture must’ve been the only greeting he planned on offering.

“Ah, Brogan, she’s for Jules, honey.”

Jules swallowed hard. Marcy looked sexy as all hell as always, and the little gal with her, well, she was downright hot.

Brogan nudged him. “How about that. Marcy brought you a little treat.”

Truth be told, he was tempted to take time out of his day and indulge in a little snacking, but Marcy and her friend just didn’t have what it took to fully whet his appetite. At least, not tonight.

“I’ll be right back,” Jules grumbled without further acknowledging Marcy or her playmate.

He heard the whispers behind his back as he left. Sure, there was something wrong with him. Brogan could tell their guests the reasons behind his demeanor, too, for all he cared. He needed to sort things out, and by damn, he knew where to go in order to decipher through them.

Marching to the lower field, he paused at a covered shed long enough to retrieve a saddle and bridle. Hurriedly, he tossed the gear over his back and headed deeper into a hollow, the place his old mare typically hid when the sun went down. “Come here, Dolly,” he called out, whistling. “Come on, girl. Let’s go for a ride.”

The dappled gray horse turned her long neck toward him and neighed. Then, she trotted over to greet him. Dolly was loyal, unlike his brother, apparently.

Asking Marcy to bring a companion to their festivities during his weakest hour wasn’t a good move. Marcy’s stunt, even if Brogan extended the invitation and encouraged her to bring along a friend, infuriated him.

Petting his horse, he dropped the saddle at Dolly’s hooves and stuck the bit in her mouth. After the bridle was in place, he tossed the saddle on her back and tightened the old girth.

He needed to be alone and planned to ride like hell. He mounted old Dolly and took off for the hills.

* * * *

“Damn it!” Jenna screamed out as she rolled around on the ground with her knee bent and her hands cupping her ankle. “I’m so fucking stupid!”

What was she thinking? Where had she planned on running to? She didn’t know anything about the Evans property and taking off for a nighttime jog made about as much sense as—she stopped her moaning and listened—yeah, it made as much sense as riding into pitch darkness.