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Surprise filled her. She had never seen him, never knew he watched her, talked about her. What had he said? Why had he even cared?

Lora Leigh

Sarah’s Seduction

67

“You never said anything,” she whispered. “Does he know you’re my brother?”

Sarah knew Dillion told few people of their relationship. For reasons Sarah was never certain of, her parents had rarely spoken of the relationship to anyone. He shrugged. “I never told him. As far as I know, he’s unaware of it. But I didn’t tell you about it because I knew you ran from him. I knew what he wanted from you, Sarah, and I’ve never been certain it was what you wanted. Until now.”

“It’s not what I want.” Her voice lacked the strength she wished she could put into it.

He covered her hand with his. He watched her, sympathy and understanding in his look.

“Sarah, they are tormented men. What they do isn’t out of depravity. It isn’t out of perversion. They’re good men.”

“Then why do they do it?” she whispered, sliding her hand back when she caught Brock’s near violent look at their clasped hands. “Tell me why.”

“That one would get me killed.” He sighed roughly. “But I promise you this, if he doesn’t tell you soon, then I will. You deserve that much. Now, are you ready to go home?”

Self-pity welled inside her. She played with her empty glass, her fingers running slowly up and down the slender base as she watched the motion. She wouldn’t watch him, wouldn’t die to have him. But she was. She knew she was.

“Okay.” She finally nodded. “I’m ready to go anyway. If that woman keeps touching his shoulder I’m going to pull her hair out by her roots.”

She ignored Dillon’s amused chuckle. She stood to her feet as he came behind her, proud of her steady feet as he helped her from her chair. She smoothed her silk dress down her thighs and turned to him with a thankful smile.

“We should have brought the Harley,” he told her with a smile as he put his hand at her back and led her from the room. “We could have gone for a ride.”

“I like the truck more.” She shrugged. “Remember when we used to go up to Uncle Chas’s farm and race?”

Dillon laughed.

“Yeah, I remember.” His reflective voice had her missing those years as she stepped outside the restaurant and felt the warm summer air.

“We need to do that again one night,” she sighed.

“You say that every time you get tipsy, Sarah,” he chided her. “One of these nights, I’m going to hold—“

“Dillon.” Brock was suddenly standing there. Tall, fierce, frowning as he watched Sarah lean against him for support.

Dillon sighed. “She’s not crying, Brock. I’d like to keep my nose in reasonable shape.”

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Sarah frowned as she watched a smile creep over Brock’s lips.

“It’s none of his business, Dillon,” she sniffed. “Let him go find a girl of his own. “

The irony of that statement had the men exchanging a telling glance.

“Deviants,” she muttered, catching the look. “Go away, Brock. You’re annoying me.”

Surprise registered on Brock’s face as Dillon smothered his laughter.

“Is she drunk?” he asked Dillon suspiciously.

“I am not drunk, I am just a shade tipsy,” she informed him regally. “That’s all.”

“She’s a very lady-like drunk,” Dillon told Brock with mock seriousness.

“I am always lady-like,” she told them both with a disdainful tone. Brock crossed his arms over his chest, watching her from lowered brows. They were standing in the parking lot, close to Dillon’s truck, but closer to Brock’s jeep. Her face flamed remembering what had happened in the front seat of that jeep.

“I’m ready to go home.” She moved away from Dillon’s support, very proud of the fact that she walked reasonably straight. “Come along, Dillon, maybe I’ll let you tuck me in.”

At first, the whacking sound of a blow didn’t register in her mind.

“Dammit, you fucking hit me.” She heard Dillon’s outraged voice a second after the sound of flesh connecting to flesh.

“At least I didn’t break your fucking nose,” Brock bit out furiously. “Keep your perverted ass away from her.”

“Me? Perverted?” Dillon wheezed. “That’s a low blow coming from you, you blackhearted bastard.”

Sarah turned slowly. Dillon was resting against the back of a Suburban, gasping, his hand clutched over his waist. Brock was staring at him furiously.

“Neanderthal,” she bit out. “Why did you hit him?”

“What the hell are you doing offering to let him tuck you in?” he growled. Sarah frowned. “He always tucks me in when I get drunk. He even sings to me if I ask him to.”

Surprised fury registered on Brock’s face, disgruntlement on Dillon’s.

“Fuck, Sarah,” Dillon moaned. “Keep your damned voice down.”

Brock’s face reflected surprise.

“Why the hell would he do that?” Brock was almost yelling.

“Because he’s my brother, moron. My mother divorced his father, and he took Dillon away from her before she met my father. Happy?”

Brock angled his head, looking hard at Dillon.

“There’s no family resemblance,” he mumbled.

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“Geeze, you’re pissing me off. Go back inside and let Miss Marly paw you some more. I have better things to do.”

“She’s almost a Mrs. Marly now, Sarah,” Dillon reminded her breathlessly. Sarah flashed him a killing look. She’d skin him alive if he didn’t shut up.

“I’ll tuck her in, just to be certain your nose stays intact.” Brock patted Dillon’s shoulder and moved around him.

“Brock.” Sarah recognized the steel in Dillon’s voice now. Evidently Brock did as well.

“What?” Brock frowned.

“It’s Sarah’s choice who she goes home with. I won’t let you force her into one.”

Dillon stood straight now. “A playful tap here and there is fine. But you hit me over my sister again and I’ll take you out.”

Violence thrummed in the air between the two men.

“Sarah?” Brock turned back to her.

He wouldn’t let her leave without him; she could see it on his face. She could leave with him, or he and Dillon would fight.

“Don’t. Please,” she whispered, staring up at his dark face.

“I swear, I won’t do anything you don’t want, Sarah. But we have to talk. We have to.”

She heaved a hard, desperate sigh.

“Fine.”

“Sarah, are you sure?” Dillon asked her quietly. “Be sure about this.”

He would stand between her and Brock, she knew. But what would be the point?

Brock was determined and she was weak. It would happen eventually, no matter how hard she tried to avoid it.

“Go away, Dillon.” Brock turned to the other man, frowning. Dillon merely watched her, ignoring Brock’s defensive attitude.

“I’m sure,” she mumbled. She wasn’t, but what the hell? It was too late to claim maidenly virtue, and she was just relaxed enough to be dangerous. She hated being dangerous.

“Come on.” Brock led her to the jeep, unlocking the door and helping her in. She watched through the rearview mirror as he and Dillon exchanged words, then he was getting in as well and starting the ignition.

“Can we go someplace and talk first?” he asked her.

“About what?”

“About us, Sarah. We need to talk about us.” He glanced at her as he set the jeep in motion, driving through the parking lot.

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“There’s nothing to talk about.” She stared outside the tinted glass, watching his dark reflection within it. “You want what you want, I want what I want. They are not compatible wants, Brock.”

“You act like I’m asking you to jump immediately into an orgy,” he sighed.

“More or less how I feel.” She shrugged, determined not to be hurt. She couldn’t bear the hurt.

Brock was silent then and Sarah knew he was trying to figure out what to say, what to do to make her listen to him. She had no desire to hear it. He cleared his throat.

“Women fantasize about the very things I’m offering you.” He sounded as though he were reciting from a script.

She looked over at him cautiously, wondering if he had lost his senses.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He frowned. “It’s a favorite sexual fantasy for women. That of being with more than one man at a time.”

Sarah blinked, wondering what catastrophic event had thrown him into insanity. He had never seemed crazy before. A bit intense, but not insane. What was his problem tonight?

“Look, Brock, I fantasize about fucking Worf from that science fiction show, but the actual man does nothing for me. Does this tell you anything?” she asked him with exaggerated patience.

“Size isn’t everything, Sarah,” he bit out, offended. “I satisfied you plenty with what I have. I’m not exactly hot dog-sized, here.”

Sarah shook her head. Where the hell had this conversation got off track? Hot dogsized? Not unless he was talking about the whole pack.

“What the hell does that have to with anything?” she growled, exasperated.

“You think cock size is more important—“

“My God, can you get any stranger tonight.” She stared at him as though he were an alien species. What the hell was his problem?

“You know, as tight as your cunt is around me, I don’t think you could handle a bigger dick.” He was still clearly outraged.

Sarah shook her head.

“I’ll figure that one out later,” she sighed. “I think you finally lost your mind though.”

“Most likely,” he bit out. “If I don’t fuck you soon I expect to sprout fangs and start howling at the moon. Dammit, Sarah, I’m dying.”

How could he be dying? He shared his brother’s lover. He had been home most of the day, with Marly available, willing— She fought her bitter cry. Lora Leigh

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“You fucked her today. I know you did. Don’t act frustrated and temperamental on me, Brock. “ Sarah was near tears now. How could he be so desperate for her after fucking another woman? His brother’s woman?

Silence filled the vehicle.

“How did you know?” he finally asked her, his voice quiet.

“Because I know how you look after being satisfied.” She gritted her teeth, fighting her anger.

“And I know how you look.” He glanced over at her, his face suddenly intent, almost bleak. “And how you would look, Sarah, if my brothers touched you. I’m not asking for more than I’ll give.”

“You think that’s enough, don’t you?” she whispered as he pulled into her driveway. “You think that’s all it takes to get me to agree?”

“No, I don’t,” he sighed raggedly. “But I’m not asking you to agree to anything or anyone but me. That’s all. Just me, Sarah.”

“For now?” she asked

He stared at her silently.

She laid her head against the back of the seat and breathed out tiredly.

“You’re killing me, Brock,” she whispered.

“It’s killing me, Sarah. I know you want me.” He turned in his seat, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. “I know you need me just as desperately as I need you.”

And she did. She knew she did. Her body, her heart and her head were waging a battle she was afraid all would lose.

“Let me stay with you tonight, Sarah,” he asked her softly. “I need you.”

The throb of that need echoed around the jeep.

“No.” She threw the door to the jeep open, nearly falling out in her haste. “I can’t, Brock. Not yet. Not yet.”

She didn’t run, but she rushed. She was aware of him getting out of the vehicle, following her. As the key twisted in the lock, he flattened his body against her back.

“Think of this, Sarah,” he whispered in her ear.

She moaned roughly as his hand moved up her thigh, one arm going around her waist as his fingers moved aside the leg band of her panties.

“Brock,” she gasped, feeling his fingers tunneling through the lush curls to the saturated flesh below.

“Feel how wet you are.” He pushed a finger deep inside her and she felt the walls of her cunt grip it, suck at it. “See how much you want me.”

She opened her mouth to speak.

“Sarah, mention that damned fictitious alien again and I’ll lose what little control I have.”

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She clamped her mouth shut. She moaned instead, then cried out when his finger retreated.

“I won’t force you to ask me to stay, Sarah.” He breathed against her ear. “I’ll leave for now. But I promise, this isn’t over.”

He opened the door for her, standing still, hard as she stepped weakly inside.

“Do you need me to tuck you in?”

She shook her head, dazed. She needed him to fuck her blind. She was already crazy.

“I’ll see you soon, then.” He kissed her lips softly, then turned and walked away.

“I’m insane,” she whispered as she heard the door to the jeep slam. She closed the door, locked it, then leaned her head against the glass.

“Completely insane.”

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

A day passed, then two. On the third day Sarah was convinced that Brock had finally given up on her. Dressed in a bikini she picked up her bottle of water and walked out to the pool out back. It wasn’t as large as the August pool, but it suited her needs.

She swam for a while, working out the energy that seem to fill her, then pulled herself onto the deck and stretched out on the large foam pad that protected her back from the hard concrete.

Lazy, dozing, she allowed the heat of the sun to warm her body, ignoring the languid sexuality that pulsed just under her skin. She couldn’t forget the touch of Brock’s hands or his mouth. The seductive cadence of his voice or the dark promise in his eyes.

Her nipples beaded as the memories seared through her body. The flesh between her thighs heated and she felt the silky warmth of her body’s need building beneath the swimsuit.

Her hands touched her stomach, moving over the skin as she thought of him. His touch. His hands calloused and warm, fingers broad and experienced. She shivered, her own touch evoking the sensations she had felt beneath his. Her vagina clenched, her stomach muscles tightening as her fingers ran over them, her nails barely scraping, adding an extra edge to the sensation.

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