Jamie's Revenge (13 page)

“Worried?” Jamie’s voice quivered despite her attempts to shore it up. Caelen didn’t help her find that resolve. Instead, he sent a shudder rippling down her whole body as he leaned in to take a pointed sniff her hair. “Caelen…”

“Hmm?” Nuzzling his face into her neck to take a thrilling taste, he rendered her incapable of speech as the smoldering embers of lust ignited into a full on blaze. “You taste so good, darlin’. I just want to lay out across the table and feast on you.”

He nibbled his way toward the ruffled edge of her dress. Nudging at the frills of lace with his chin, she stiffened with anticipation as his velvet tongue swooped out to take a lap at her puckered nipple. The swirling caress had her breathing out all of her resistance in a rushed gasp as she melted into Caelen.

That sneaky little adventure came back to torment her, curling and rolling her tender tip until she whimpered and wound her hands into his hair, pressing him to her in a silent demand for something more. He bit her in response.

A sharp little nibble right around the edges of her swollen bud shot through her like an electrifying bolt of pure rapture. Jamie shrieked and jerked, moaning over the gentle, soothing glide of his tongue.

“Caelen…”

She didn’t know what she wanted, what she begged him for, but heeded the call of her plaintive plea. Lifting his head, he drilled the smoldering heat of his desire straight into her soul with his dark look.

 
“I spread you out on that table and give you what you really came down here for, darlin’,” Caelen growled as his thick thigh pushed her smaller ones apart.

Sliding right up the divide, the thick bulge of muscle came to rest snug up against her aching flesh. Even through the layers of fabric, he had to feel the desire creaming from her body as he pressed in, parting her folds and trapping her little clit against the relentless grind of his thigh.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, darlin’?”

Jamie whined, unable to stop her hands from dropping to his hips so she clutch at him as her hips began a humping motion that just didn’t appease the ache searing her alive.

“You want a fucking.” Caelen’s head had dipped back to her breast. “You came down here for dick, darlin’.”

Yes, she had, and he had one a whole lot more interesting to give her than the toys she’d hoped to retrieve.

“Just say the word, darlin’, and I’ll give you all the cock you can take.”

Jamie’s lips opened to give him that word, but they got strangled when his mouth descended onto her breast. A prelude to the feasting he’d mentioned, Caelen ravaged her swollen breast. Nibbling, licking, sucking, he had her sliding down the door and further into his strength as she melted under the intense sensations.

“Caelen! Where the hell you at?”

Linc’s rough voice shot threw her like a bullet. Jerking back, she met Caelen’s gaze as his head lifted. The humor was there now. Laughter and satisfaction highlighted his feral gaze. A hunter well satisfied in his victory, Caelen leaned back to holler.

“Just a moment, Linc.”

“Let me go,” Jamie shoved at him, snatching at her sleeve to yank her dress back up.

Caelen released her, calling out as she rushed out of the door. “You forgot to get your dick, darlin’.”

That just added to the wind at her back as she flew under Linc’s narrowed gaze, still clutching her dress to her breast as she struggled to right her clothes and run at the same time. Caelen would pay for that last shot but not enough. Not nearly enough to dent the heated look she felt bearing down on her all the way to the main house.

The noise and confusion of the cattle being driven into a large corral couldn’t mask the second dark figure watching her progress with wicked intent. Even across the fields, as no more than a shadow of wrangler on a horse, Jamie could feel Brodie’s gaze devouring her body. A part of her ached to show it to him, to torment him and his evil twin with what they couldn’t touch.

It was that need and not her own desperation that birthed the most brilliant idea she had conceived. As the steps of the porch flew by under her feet, her mind latched onto the wild idea and began plotting.

* * * *

The flowers Bridgette had embroidered along the edge of the sheet glowed in the pale moonlight. Jamie had been laying there watching the ethereal white glow move slowly across the floor and up over the edge of the bed. All the while, she waited, marking the time as the tension and nerves built up in her stomach.

All day she’d worked her plan over. Pulling from just about everything she’d ever seen her girls do to a man, Jamie had a good idea of just what needed to be done. The question remained whether she had the guts to get it done.

As the light slid slowly further and further along the room, she’d come to the realization that she wasn’t waiting for everybody to fall asleep any longer. She just couldn’t seem to get out of bed and follow through on her outrageous idea. The very idea that she’d chicken out affronted her enough to finally make a move.

Telling herself that the worst that could happen is she ended up losing her virginity, Jamie fortified her reserves with the reminder that’s just what she’d come to the MacAuley ranch to do. Tormenting Brodie and Caelen was just an added benefit. It didn’t help with her nerves, but it gave her the determination to at least get her nightgown off.

Slipping into her robe, Jamie quietly, slowly snuck out of the room. All the while, she kept a watchful eye on Bridgette, not trusting her sister to let go if she woke. Linc certainly wouldn’t, and his open door had to be passed. That put the fear right back into her.

What Brodie and Caelen would do if they caught her would be fun. What Linc would do? Not so fun. That made her wary enough to linger by the edge of the doorway, peeking into the darkened room to study the lump in the bed.

Fast as she could, she darted to the other side and flattened herself out against the wall and lingered again. Nothing but the smooth, even rhythm of Linc’s snores wafted over the threshold. Assured he wouldn’t be jumping out to startle her, Jamie rushed down the steps to collect the small pile of items she’d stowed away throughout the day.

Not much, the pile consisted of little more than a pair of slippers, some rope, and a few bits of chain. Then again, she didn’t need much more than her hands and mouth to exact the punishment on the two brutes who had stolen her toys. Oh, but it would be so sweet if she got away with it.

Excitement started to replace her nerves as she made her way down the path to their cabin. The closer she drew to the darkened shadows of their house, the thicker the need built in her womb until it began to trickle down her thighs. It felt so weird to feel her pussy swell and part, making each step its own tingly caress.

Never before had she felt this level of lust. It emboldened her, and this time she slid through the crack her shoulder made, pushing against their door. Stepping into their domain with confidence, she pressed the door silently back into its frame.

Overwhelmed by the musky scent of her men, Jamie felt herself more lured to the open door of their bedroom. Brodie and Caelen had the biggest bed she’d ever seen. The sight of it soured her mood just as it had the first time. With only the one bed, in the one bedroom, it made a statement.

They really had intended to marry Rebecca Boyd
. That hurt. Not enough to temper the lust boiling in her, but more than enough to turn it in a vicious direction. Tonight they’d pay for making a bed that big for another woman. Tonight they’d suffer for sending her away five years ago. Tonight she’d get her revenge.

That was the last bit of steel she needed to stiffen her resolve and take the biggest gamble of her life. It was an even draw on who would be worse to control if he woke up first, so Jamie went toward Brodie out of habit.

Curled on his side with the sheet twisted around his hips, he actually managed to look relaxed in sleep. He also looked like he was having sweet dreams from the tree she could see casting shadows over his thigh.
That’s big.

It wasn’t the first time the thought had struck her that Brodie and Caelen seemed abnormally endowed in comparison to the men she usually saw. Biting her lip, Jamie looked away. She’d get to see just how well he measured up and on her own terms, if she could just get the rope around his wrists.

He made that task easier by clutching his pillow between his arms and bringing his wrists to rest within an inch of each other. It had been a long time since she’d roped calves, but Jamie still had the moves. With quick efficiency, she worked the rope around both wrists, looping them together in the middle but not tightening down yet.

With steady hands and a fluttering stomach, she threaded the rope through the first one and then another of the circular links dangling from the headboard. As a sign that her men hadn’t changed at all in the last five years, they’d added an iron rail to the head of the bed, and from each blackened rod hung a shiny ring.

There had been enough times she’d spied on them with their women to know what those rings were used for, though she’d never seen them used on the twins. That would change tonight. All she had to do was get Caelen bound, before she tightened the noose.

In a reversal of their normal dispositions, Caelen gave her a bit more trouble than Brodie. Using the opposite end of the same rope, she had to be careful not to tug or pull Brodie from his slumber as she tried to lasso Caelen’s wrists. All the while, Caelen muttered and grumbled, giving her all sorts of grief.

Her stomach stayed clenched through the long hours it felt like it took to get him roped. Finally, though, she was threading Caelen’s end of the rope through the ring dangling over his head to bring the two pieces together. She could have just yanked and jerked both their asses to alarm and still managed to get the final knot tightened, but Jamie wanted to play with her captives.

Stark terror would come soon enough, now that she had them completely at her mercy. Too bad for them, Jamie intended to savor every moment, including slowly tightening down on the rope. Just as they had been designed to do, the rings held the rope straight, letting her bring enough tension into the threads to keep their wrists immobile.

Brodie accepted the slow pull of his arms over his head, rolling with the motion. With little more than a murmur he settled quietly onto his back with that damn tree now pointing skyward. Caelen fell into a very similar position, but he didn’t go nearly as quietly.

Smacking his lips and actually getting few cusses out of them, he twitched and shifted before accepting the new position and falling back to still. Jamie imagined she had Linc to thank for wearing Caelen out enough for her to get away with this. Not that she figured her brother-in-law would take the compliment.

Stepping back, Jamie considered just what to do next. All the possibilities…she just needed to figure out what would cause the most damage to the two oversized, arrogant cowboys totally at her mercy.

Chapter 11

Liquid heat…
He bathed in it
…so sweet and wet, soft and velvety…a spread leg, full body massage.
That’s what it was. Caelen’s mind dreamily identified the sensation as his sleepy imagination tried to fill in an image to the desire holding him tight. He didn’t need eyes to know that feel.

A creaming cunt split wide right over the hard ridge of his erection, scorching his already enflamed cock and making it swell painfully bigger.
Oh…and those soft tits…
Plump breasts rubbed enticingly against the toughened wall of his chest. The pebbled little nipples catching and rolling as she panted hard and ground herself at an ever increasing rhythm.

Nothing had ever felt this good, but something else would certainly feel better. The curved entrance of her little sheath pressed down for a mere second, barely kissing his weeping head with a tease of what could be before passing over it in another smooth glide.
Damn woman…woman…Jamie.

He’d know her anywhere, even in his dreams, but he wasn’t asleep. With a start, Caelen came alive only to be bound down. Snapping open his eyes, he found his world blackened by a blindfold, his voice gagged and his limbs trapped. In an instant he went from happily aroused to lustfully enraged as he fought his binds with every bit of strength in his muscles.

He couldn’t even make the bed shake. That’s how good Jamie’s knots had always been, and apparently, she hadn’t forgotten how to use them. All his struggling did was tighten down the ropes until his wrist were pinned almost painfully against the headboard and his ankles spread wide and tucked into place along the footboard.

Son of a bitch!

As if she could hear that thought right through his head, Jamie giggled from above him and gave him another soul-throbbing pass of her little pussy over the very thick cock he had waiting to pack her full of.

“I came back for my dick, Caelen.”

He swallowed hard at that husky declaration, praying to God that’s exactly what she’d come to take care of. God didn’t answer those kinds of prayers though, leaving him at a vixen’s mercy as she licked her way right down his neck before giving him a little nibble over the same pulse point he’d used against her earlier.