Jamie's Revenge (22 page)

“Please, Caelen…I can’t…”

But she could and he made sure she did, four times more until her begging had turned to incomprehensible cries and her attempts to crawl free had faded into uncontrollable shudders. Sweaty, breath broken into ragged heaves, she offered him no resistance as he finally released her clit to settle the weeping head of his cock right up against the sweetest gate.

Jamie would never know how much it hurt him to hold back, to give her nothing more than mere breath of what he ached to give. Keeping a hand on her hip to hold it in place against thigh, Caelen leaned over his worn out little vixen to murmur in her ear.

“Tell me to stop, Jamie. Go on. Tell me no.”

“Caelen…” She couldn’t do more than gasp his name, but her body finished the answer. Arching in acceptance, her little cunt sucked at the slow inch he fed her, shamelessly begging for more.

“You like that, don’t you, sugar?”

He didn’t hesitate this time, letting the urgency in his balls slide him into the tightest, velvety vice they’d ever plundered. Beneath him Jamie shuddered and flexed, her sheath rolling with her pleasure even as her voice wheezed out.

“Please…”

“What’s that, sugar?”

Not the least bit sympathetic, his tone teased as much as the hand curling under the arch of her hip. The warmth of her mound seared through his palm. She trembled as his fingers fanned out. One slid over the pebbled bud he’d been tormenting for the last half hour. With the first slight brush, she jerked hard and began babbling.

“Oh,
God, no
…please, Caelen. I can’t.”

As much as it thrilled him to hear her beg, he withdrew his touch and left a warning. “Just so you know, it can get a whole lot worse for you, sugar. Now answer me, you like this?” He punctuated that question with a flex and pound of his hips, giving a full long stroke that had him hard press to stop after one.

“Yes,” Jamie mewed and whimpered, her own hips rolling in desperation for more.
 

“And you want more.”

She didn’t answer fast enough to suit him, and he gave her another warning shot with a roll of her clit. “
Yes!
Oh, God…Caelen,
please
.”

That’s all he really wanted. Shifting back onto his knees, he enjoyed the view. Sprawled out over his lap, he had full control over her. Holding her still, Caelen didn’t give into her attempt to rush him as he settled in to enjoy a long, slow ride.

Every single stroke felt like he’d stepped back into heaven. Playing peek-a-boo with the rapture, Caelen reveled in the pleasure, in the knowledge it was Jamie. His sweet, wanton Jamie crying out as her body gloried in his domination. He would never let his moment end, never let her go.

Chapter 16

I could have done that.
Brodie snickered and rested against the doorframe, impatient for Caelen to finish. For once, he had outthought his twin. A rare occasion to be sure, but Brodie had woken up this morning thoughtful as he stared down at Jamie.

Last night, it had been his plan to wake up before her and simply ambush her into giving him what he wanted, kind of like what Caelen had done. With the morning light still showing the point of stubbornness in chin, it had dawned on him that the real battle wasn’t getting back into her cunt.

With as hot as Jamie burned for them, that wasn’t any battle at all. The true war lied in getting her to agree to stay put. While he had the threat to tell her daddy the whole truth and let him force Jamie into marriage, that wouldn’t make her happy. The good Lord knew Brodie didn’t want to have to survive a pissed off Jamie as his wife.

She needed to want to stay, to agree on her own to be their wife…his wife.
That’s right
, Brodie eyes narrowed as Caelen’s hands switched to Jamie’s shoulders. His twin didn’t hold anything back as he fucked up a sweat, reaming out an endless scream of pleasure from the woman trapped beneath him.

The whole bed creaked and banged under the immense force. Caelen could go on and screw the legs right off the bed he gave it to Jamie so hard. It wouldn’t matter to Brodie because she’d be
his wife
. Brodie had it all planned out, and just once Caelen got done grunting and sweating over Jamie, he’d move in and show his twin how it was really done.

“You like that, sug’?”

Brodie knew Caelen had about lost the reigns of his control when he started sliding his sugars into sug’s. Playing the tough guy, he probably delighted in hearing the little darling squeal with each one of his heavy handed thrust. Squeal Jamie did, whimpering and carrying on that she couldn’t take any more…just feeding the beast because the more Jamie begged, the more ruthless Caelen would become.

“I could keep you here all day, Jamie.” Caelen’s head turned to catch Brodie gaze as it widened slightly. “All damn day, if you don’t give me what I want.”

Icy tendrils of forewarning shivered down Brodie’s spine as Jamie promised Caelen anything. If his brother thought he could…

“Then marry me.”

Son of a bitch!
Jamie’s mindless agreement didn’t count in Brodie’s book, and it shouldn’t count in his brother’s. That hadn’t been a sincere acceptance. Hell, he doubted she even knew what she’d agreed to. Not with all the ruckus she made.

Jamie came, and when she came, the whole world knew it. Even with the gag on, Linc had managed to hear her across the hall. If Bridgette hadn’t been worrying about going into labor, last night probably wouldn’t have ended so nicely.

Screaming like she was dying, the only thing that cut through the piercing sound was Caelen’s roar as he collapsed on top of Jamie.
About damn time.
Brodie straightened up even though they hadn’t actually finished. Jamie panted out sexy little mews while Caelen grunted, their hips still rolling as each milked the very last stray bit of pleasure out of their release.

Brodie didn’t intend to wait through all the ceremony. The water had started to go cold and so had he. Besides, Caelen, that bastard, wouldn’t come to a stop if he thought that would hold Brodie off. In confirmation of Brodie’s cynical opinion, Caelen busted open a smile as Brodie approached.

Just half of his grin showed out the shadow of Jamie’s shoulder, but that’s all Brodie needed to read the word Caelen mouthed. ‘Victory.’

“Not yet you sneaky, son-of-a-bitch,” Brodie shot back along with a shove to Caelen’s shoulder that had him rolling off Jamie and taking his hard dick with him.

“Wha—Brodie,” Jamie squealed as he snatched her up before Caelen could stop him.

“Don’t worry, darlin’,” Brodie cuddled her close his chest as her arms frantically snaked around his neck to find a good hold. “I’m here to save you.”

Worn out as Caelen had made her, Jamie still had the ability to snort at that.
  
“You better not ruin this for me, Brodie.”

Slightly indignant that she’d assume he would ruin anything, Brodie managed the patience to ask first, “ruin what?”

“My afterglow,” Jamie yawned and adjusted herself slightly. “You just keep your wicked, little hands decent for a while and let me enjoy it.”

“Don’t worry.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that. “I wasn’t planning on doing
that
right now. I actually wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh, God, you are going to ruin it,” Jamie complained.

He didn’t let that stop him from carrying her off anymore than he intended to respond to that bit of snotty attitude. "I’m going to prove to you, Jamie, that you’re the only woman for me.”

“Really?” Half skeptical, half amused, he hadn’t impressed her with that declaration. “And just how are you going to do that?”

“First the bath, then the proof.”

Given the amount of time he’d spent setting everything up for his darling, Brodie had at least anticipated some token sign of appreciation. Instead of respecting all the effort he’d put into setting the tub up just right in front of the windows and scavenging up a plate of food, Jamie just snorted.

At least she didn’t antagonize him further by speaking as he settled them both down into the warm water. Brodie was trying real hard, but there came point, and Jamie had already started to push him toward it.

The way her chin lifted and her nose twitched as he lifted up the bar of soap he had waiting to the side with the wash rag had him bracing for her next smart comment. Just as he suspected, she blasted him with an accusation instead of giving him the compliment he’d earned.

“Rose scented soap, huh? I guess we know I’m not the first woman you bathed with.”

Brodie’s jaw hurt, it took so much control not to take that bait. He knew she wanted to tick him off, trying to push him into being the asshole she wanted to label him as. Brodie wouldn’t give her that satisfaction, though he couldn’t keep the insult out of his tone anymore than he could the frustration out of his hands as he ground the soap into the rag.

“I ain’t bathed with no other woman, Jamie. You shouldn’t go accusing me of things unless you know I’m guilty.”

“Oh? And you’re going to tell me you actually remembered to bring the rose soap with the tub all on your own?”

“No, ‘cause I didn’t bring this up from the barn. I had it in my trunk.”

That got a laugh. “Yeah right, because sometimes you just want to smell like a flower.”

If she said one more smart thing, it would be her ass. “Actually, it dawned on me after you left there wasn’t much good left to smell, and then I realized you always smelled like damn roses.”

“So what? You replaced me with a bar of soap?”

“Why you got to be so difficult?” Brodie couldn’t take it anymore. Here he honestly tried, and she gave him more grief than Caelen. And Caelen had been the one screwing with her.

“If Caelen had bought a damn bar of soap to carry around for five years just to remind him of what you smelled like, you’d be melting all over him, going on about how sweet and lovely he is. Me? Me, you whip with that damned sharp tongue of yours. Why?”

“Because as a general rule, you deserve it,” Jamie snapped back.

“You could give a man a chance, Jamie. You might find out I don’t,” Brodie retorted, honestly offended.

“Then prove it.”

“Then shut up.”

That had her stiffening right up. Even as he began to work the wash cloth down her arms, he could tell just by the tilt of her chin that she had her nose in the air. Brodie could read her silent thoughts. His hands were too big, too clumsy, too damn rough. What the hell did the woman expect?

Brodie was what he was, but at least he was trying. The woman could give that a little recognition. When he’d just about worked himself into another lather, she sighed. Fully expecting that she had another disparaging remark to make about his attempt at being a romantic sissy, Brodie’s own muscles relaxed as she gentled against him.

A smile peeked at his lips when she even leaned forward to let him run the washrag down her back. It slipped even further upward as he admired the delicate muscles and bones that made up her dainty frame. She really was just a little bit of a thing, but Lord help the man that tried to convince her of that.

“I liked that punch you pulled with the apple,” Brodie grunted.

It had her head turning to the side as her hair swooshed over her shoulder in wet-end clumps. “Yeah?”

“Your brothers are going to be shocked that you finally learned how to make your punches hurt.”

Her grin disappeared behind the wave of her hair as she settled back into his chest as his hands swooped up over her shoulder to work the wash rag down the other arm. “Did I hurt you, Brodie?”

“Well, it didn’t feel good. That’s for sure, darlin’.”

“Wait until you feel the set of knuckles I got.”

“Knuckles?” It sounded odd and ominous.

“Yeah.” Jamie’s hand lifted to try and show what she referred to. “It’s got a solid pipe of lead that sits in my palm with specialty rings that go over my fingers. They’re lead too, but all scraped up so that it just rips through flesh with the punch. It’s a doozy, trust me on that. I wouldn’t even feel right about hitting you with it.”

The enjoyment in her voice told him that he should be thankful for that last concession. Brodie had no doubt Jamie had used her ‘knuckles’ on some man before. Given her previous occupation, he couldn’t really say he felt bad for those men. A woman had a right to even the odds.

“I’m already grateful,” Brodie answered honestly. “I’ll take that as a sign that you don’t really hate me.”

He had expected her to come back with an instant response. It annoyed him when she didn’t, bothered him enough to a little of his own pinching. Not as tight or twisty as hers had been, but it got a jolt out of her.

“No. I don’t hate you, Brodie,” Jamie muttered. “Though God only knows why, after all the silliness you put me through.”

“’Cause you love me, girl. Even I know that.”

“You’re such an arrogant bastard,” she muttered with overly dramatized disgust. “And don’t be touching nothing I ain’t given you a right to touch.”