RIDE: The Complete Delancey Brothers Trilogy (13 page)

"You don't have to tell Angie that! She's an expert!"

They all laughed as I scowled, reminded of where we were going.

And who I was going to see.

"Yes but I'm not doing it on purpose!"

They were still laughing at me when we got out of the car and slowly walked toward the party. Everyone was in a great mood, looking forward to the food, drinks and festive company.

I spent the next twenty minutes wondering how I could get out of here as quickly as possible without upsetting my sister.

Chapter Seventeen

Jackson

I watched as Jake and Daniel put our two prize stallions through their paces. Both had been bought strictly for breeding, considered too wild to ride. But Jake had a magic touch with the most dangerous horses. And Daniel's innate kindness brought out the best in the unruly stallion that even Jake had hesitated to ride.

I grinned.

I had a soft touch with difficult creatures myself.

I glanced around but didn't see her. Yet. I knew that Elle and Francesca were going to bring her here. They had to for my plan to work.

It was quite an extensive set up with a dozen moving parts. I'd already set it in motion, stocking my bedroom with food and water and enough booze to knock out a horse.

I also had silk rope and blindfolds and sex toys. There were things that came in the big box I ordered that I wasn't even sure what to do with. Not yet. I had some ideas though.

I was determined.

Very, very determined.

Oh yes, Angelina Randall had no idea what was about to go down.

I smirked and made my way through the crowd. I had to do a bit of glad handing, especially with the horse people. But later, when everyone was drinking and having fun, I would be doing something much more enjoyable.

I would be bringing one wild filly to heel.

Permanently.

I was chatting with a group of wealthy people from the club when I froze, my heart hammering in my chest.

She was here.

She wasn't just here. She was making a Goddamn spectacle of herself. She was wearing a dark green silk dress that hugged her curves. Her hair was down and somehow fancier than I'd ever seen it. Her eyes were lined and her lips stained a dark red.

She looked glamorous and nervous and good enough to eat.

I walked away from the people I was talking to without a word of explanation. Then I strode to the paddock where the horses were being displayed. Phase one was about to begin.

Time to put on a show.

I signaled to Jake that it was time. He brought my horse over to me and I mounted, imagining someone else was underneath me. I forced myself to focus as the stallion danced sideways, picking up my energy.

My extremely pent up, raw sexual energy.

I put Zeus through his paces, then did some trick moves that made the crowd go wild. For rich horse people, they sure got rowdy after a few drinks. I took another pass around the paddock, this time taking the jumps at the far end.

Now they were really screaming for Zeus and I.

He wasn't the flashiest horse around, but he was extremely graceful and dexterous for such an oversized animal. There was something about a giant man, on a giant horse, that just did things to the crowd.

I just hoped Angie was there to see it. And I hoped it made her wet. I rode back towards the stables and looked to the left, where I'd seen Angie standing with her sister.

Angie was staring at me, her sweet little mouth open. Just wide enough for me to stick my tongue inside it. Good. I was showing off for her benefit. It was gratifying to know it had worked.

Soon enough, I'd put her through her paces too.

Angelina

Good lord the man looked good on a horse.
 

That was the thought that kept circling in my head. Every other woman in the place had noticed too. I tried to ignore that thought. Along with the memories of our night together. And the way he'd looked at me just now.

It was almost as if he could see right through me.

Or like I was naked.

Definitely like he
wanted
me to be naked.

I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and sipped it, hoping it would cool me down. I couldn't tell if he wanted to kiss me or stab me from the look in his eyes. Probably both.

I looked up and gasped. Jackson was across the party, surrounded by fawning women. He wasn't paying them any attention though. He was staring at me. Not just staring. He was mentally undressing me. He looked like he wanted to stab me alright.

With his cock.

I shivered, suddenly feeling underdressed in the flimsy silk dress.

I started backing away, looking for a place to hide. I was already past the edge of the party when I realized what I was doing. Basically running like a rabbit from a dog.

A big, horny dog.

This is ridiculous! I am not running from him like a rabbit! He's not chasing me. Besides, what is he going to do even if he is chasing me? Nothing!

I turned and came face to face with a mountain of muscles. Scratch that. Face to chest with a
wall
of muscles.

Jackson had been following me after all.

I stepped back and smiled at him nervously. He didn't smile back at me. He just stood there, looking very serious.

"Oh. Hi Jackson."

His eyes searched my face. Once again he said nothing. I swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling very foolish.

"Great party."

Silence. The man wasn't exactly chatty on a normal day but this was ridiculous. I fought the urge to look over my shoulder for someplace to hide.

I took a step backwards and he took one forward. This happened several times until I realized I was nearly inside the stables. Another few steps backwards and I was alone with him in the dimly lit building.

The warm scent of horses and hay washed over me.

It smelled like him. Jackson. It was one of the things I loved about him.

I scowled as he boxed me in against a post, bracing his arm above me. He slid his other hand to my hip, holding me in place.

"What do you want Jackson?"

He stared at me, his eyes on my lips. Then he smiled in that infuriatingly arrogant way of his.

"I saw you watching me."

"It's hard not to notice you and all the women drooling all over you. Do you have a schedule for them?"

He laughed at me.

"I don't want any of those women. I want you."

I snorted and tried to push past him, but he was like a brick wall.
 

And just as thick!

"Let me go Jackson."

He narrowed his eyes at me and stepped back.

"Fine. I just came to get you because your sister was looking for you."

"Where is she? Is she alright?"

"I'm not sure. Elle sent me to get you."

"Oh God. Why are we wasting time? Take me to her, quickly!"

He nodded and led me back towards the house.

Chapter Eighteen

Jackson

It was just a little white lie, I told myself. She wouldn't be mad at the end of this. I'd make sure of that.

Even if it took all 72 hours I'd set aside.

Even if it took a week.

It had been almost too easy to get her into my trap. She'd followed me into the house and up the stairs, not even wondering why the hell her sister would be on the second floor. I almost felt guilty, seeing how upset she was.

Almost.

"In here."

She'd walked into my private bedroom suite just like that. Right where I wanted her. I closed the door and waited for her to realize she was in a spacious master bedroom and that her sister was nowhere in sight.

"Case? Where is she?"

She turned in a circle, looking around my room. She was really worried about her sister. It was time to put her out of her misery.

And start a whole different level of torture.

I turned and locked the door behind me. Then I closed the latch. Then I reached up and closed the other latch at the top of the door.

The one I had installed yesterday.

Then I hung the key over my neck.

Part one of the plan had been from Jake. Part two was from Daniel. Part three... that was all me.

I grinned.

"She's fine."

"What?!? Where is she?"

"She's enjoying the party. Where else would she be?"

"You lied to me?"

I shrugged.

"I'd say that makes us about even. You've been lying to both of us."

"Wha-what?"

I nodded, walking closer to her.

"You've been lying to yourself about wanting me."

Her knees hit the back of the bed. She was trapped, like a sexy little fox. And I was about to run her to ground.

Her eyes opened wide when I pulled out the handcuffs that I'd tucked under the blanket at the foot of the bed. They were dainty little ones, lined in silk. I snapped one over her wrist. Then I lifted her up and onto the bed before she could blink.

SNAP

Her left arm was attached to the bedpost. I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. Then I grabbed another cuff. I'd placed them strategically around the room, with extra pairs just in case.

SNAP

"What the fuck Jackson! Undo these or I will scream!"

She tried to pull her arm away that second time, but I was too fast. I grinned at her and picked up a small circular object I had ordered online. I plugged it in and set it on the floor near the door.

"Scream away. The white noise machine will mask it."

I opened the top drawer of my dresser and held up a ball gag.

"Unless you prefer this?"

Her eyes grew wide as saucers when she saw the ball gag. I could tell she had a vague idea what it was. I grinned. She was in for a whole lot of surprises before the night was over.

Angie was shaking her head no, looking frantic. I nodded, dropping it back in the drawer.

"Okay sweetheart, we can save that for later."

"You can't do this Jackson. You can't just tie me up and fuck me!"

I smiled at her, rolling my sleeves up.

"Who said anything about fucking?"

Well, that seemed to do the trick. She was utterly silent as I used a pair of scissors to cut her dress off of her. I inhaled sharply at the sight of her bare pussy and tits. She had come prepared, or rather, unprepared. I suspected I had my brother's girlfriends to thank for that.

"You have a dirty little mind Angelina. I'm about to see how naughty you really are. I've been planning this for a while."

SNAP

I caught her left foot and attached it to the bottom of the bed. She was frantically trying to pull her right leg away but I grabbed it easily, spreading her wide. I grinned and ran my hand over her body possessively.

"You really have no one to blame but yourself."

I unbuttoned my shirt a little and went to the fridge to grab a bottle of cold water. I took a sip and held it up, a question in my eyes.

"You sure? It's important to stay hydrating when... exerting yourself."

She was breathing heavily, not saying a word. I shrugged and put the water down.

I walked over to the drawer and pulled out a few more things I'd found online. I thought it was best to try them out one at a time, so she didn't get overwhelmed. Plus I was looking forward to really exploring each toy, dragging it out for maximum pleasure.

Mine, not hers.

I brought them over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. I stared down at her delicious naked body and smiled politely.

"I didn't know what to get, so I got everything."

Her eyes widened as I held up a hand held massager, a pair of nipple clamps and a long thin feather.

"Where should we start?"

Angelina

"Hmmmffff!"

I was wiggling around on the bed, trying to get away from the feather. Jackson was slowly dragging it over my skin, paying special attention to my nipples.

And my armpits. He was trying to tickle me into submission. It was working.

If I could have talked I would have begged for mercy. I would have promised him anything. If he would just please, for the love of God, stop this torture.

I squirmed around frantically, trying to get away from the feather. Meanwhile, I was also trying to get closer to the vibrator held lightly against my clit.
 

Jackson Delancey was very coordinated. In fact, I was pretty sure the bastard was ambidextrous. I wondered randomly if he played the piano.
 

Judging from the way he used his hands on me, he would be very, very good at it.

He put the feather down. Unfortunately he put the vibrator down as well. I moaned, my hips rocking helplessly on the bed. My pussy had never felt so empty and unfulfilled in my life.

He held up two wicked looking little clamps.

"Should we try these? They look like they might hurt but I want to try everything... You tell me if they hurt okay?"

I shook my head no but he just smiled benignly. I watched as he crossed the room to the mini fridge and pulled out an ice cube tray. He was still fully dressed and I was naked and sweating, spread eagle on his bed.
 

I stared as he came back with an ice cube in each hand. He rubbed them on my nipples until they were rock hard. Then he played with them awhile, warming them up with his lips and hands.

I was close to coming just from that. But he stopped whenever I got close. He seemed to have some sort of sixth sense for orgasms.

Again and again he used hot and cold on my nipples. I was beside myself at this point, unable to think or do anything but feel. After a while the ice was completely gone. He leaned down and started to apply the clamps to my nipples.

I tried to move away but he held me firmly. It was obvious that he barely had to exert himself to do it too. That only made it more humiliating.

He tilted his head, admiring his handiwork. Then his hand slid down and started to toy with my folds. His hand was still chilly from the ice but that didn't make it feel any less exquisite. I moaned in ecstasy.

"Does it hurt?"

I tried to nod but I couldn't, too distracted by what his hands were doing to my pussy. It felt good. Way too good. It felt-