Wicked Pleasures (29 page)

Jaci fought for the same touch, the kiss, the overwhelming pleasure as she felt his fingers spear inside the depths of her body. Two fingers worked inside her, pumped inside her vagina, and left her gasping, reeling from the pleasure as she arched in his arms.

She struggled to loosen his pants, tearing at them, shoving at them until she could grip the thick, hard length of his cock in her hand.

He was hot, throbbing and thick. The heavy veins throbbed against her palm and she could feel the silky dampness at the tip.

"Get these fucking pants off." He pulled back, jerking at her jeans, almost tearing them from her as she pushed her sandals off her feet.

He managed to roll her onto her stomach, his lips curving into a tight, hard grimace of painful lust as she bent over the hood, one hand reaching back for him, gripping his hip and trying to pull him to her.

There was no danger of being seen in the garage, but the wickedness of the act, the sheer desperation of the man behind her, beat through her senses and heightened her pleasure.

God she wanted this. Wanted him so deep inside her that she could never forget what it felt like to be taken by him. She wanted him devouring her, wanted him possessing her. She wanted all that powerful, dark passion centered around her, inside her.

Beneath her the heated warmth of the car hood caressed her nipples; behind her, the thick, heated press of his cock head probed against her.

Jaci caught her breath and arched back to him with a cry. His hard chest pressed her against the car as his legs pressed hers farther apart, and a second later one hard, fierce thrust sent him spearing into the hungry depths of her body.

He stilled once he was lodged inside her. Hard hands held her in place as he controlled her movements and his teeth raked over her bare shoulder.

She was only barely aware of the fact that, somehow, he had managed to don a condom. Where he had fought the control to do that she couldn't imagine because she could feel the uncontrolled need raging around them.

"You're tight and hot around me," he groaned against her neck. "Being inside you is like being burned alive by pleasure."

Her nails raked against the hood of the car as she fought for something to hold onto. He moved behind her, grinding against her, stroking her internally as a ragged cry left her lips.

There was no pleasure that could compare to this. Nothing, Jaci knew, that could fill her, physically and emotionally, as Cam filled her.

"I'm holding you now." His arms came beneath her, his hands cupped her sensitive breasts, his fingers gripping her nipples and sending arrows of sensation shooting to her womb. "Here's how I want to hold you, Jaci. So close to me, so tight, you're a part of me."

She turned her head until her cheek lay against the hood of the car, panting for breath and fighting to hold on to a semblance of sanity as her body shook beneath him.

"Feel how tight you hold me?" He flexed inside her as his lips moved to her ear. "That's how I want to hold you. Wrap around you until you don't know where you end and I begin."

He was wrapped around her, his arms embracing her, his powerful thighs and legs outside hers, his head at her neck. Surrounding her with pleasure, filling her with it.

The involuntary flexing of her vagina around the thick intrusion of his cock, and the subtle strokes of his cock deep inside her dragged a groan from his throat.

The throb and caress of the thick cock head deep inside her was driving her insane. She wanted the hard strokes, the furious thrusts. This gentle caress inside her, where she was most sensitive, was making her insane.

"I love how you hold me here." He nipped her ear, drew it into his mouth, and soothed the tiny hurt.

Jaci stared at him in dazed pleasure, her eyes locking with his as his head lay beside hers, his lips touching hers.

"You're torturing me," she cried, breathless, fighting to move, to force him to give her that last stroke of sensation needed to throw her over the edge.

"I'm loving you." He caught her lower lip before she could reply, nipped it, licked it.

The ice green of his eyes was fiery now, burning with pleasure, with hunger.

"Then do it." She whimpered as he released her lip and licked it again. "Take me, Cam."

"Soft and easy?" He shifted, pulled back, then slid into her with such destructive ease that she wanted to scream out with the punch of ecstasy that ricocheted inside her.

"Or hard and fast?"

He held her hips and slammed inside her. Her back arched, bowed, she screamed out his name and a second before the flames consumed her, he stopped.

He stopped. Just stilled inside her and did that stroking thing that made her so crazy. Ah God, if he didn't move, if he didn't pound inside her, she was going to die. She could feel herself shaking from the inside out. Burning, flaming, so desperate to orgasm that she clawed at the hood of the car again.

"Easy sweetheart." His hands trapped hers, holding them still. "Let's just play a little bit. See what you like. See how much you like." He pulled back and slammed inside her. Once. Just once.

"No. Oh God. Damn you, Cam." She fought to push against him, to find the incredible, mindless pleasure of seconds before.

"Ahh, my baby likes it hard and fast," he crooned. "Whatever you want, Jaci. However you want it. All you have to do is tell me."

"Fast. Fast." She wanted to scream the words. "Damn you, Cam, fuck me. Hard. Fast."

He held her hands. His lips touched hers. And his hips moved. Hard. Fast. He pounded inside her, sending pleasure screaming through her nerve endings and the orgasm she fought so desperately for exploding through her senses.

A tidal wave of excruciating pleasure swept through her, tightened her, released and exploded again in a furious sweep of ecstasy.

She was aware of him shuddering behind her. The feel of his erection throbbing, his release sweeping over him. And for a second, she hated that damned condom. She wanted to feel him exploding inside her. Feel him taking her, marking her as he had never taken another woman.

But even more, she needed him to hold her.

He carried her to the shower and beneath the warm spray of water he held her, he loved her slow and easy. And he felt something break inside him.

This woman he had dreamed of. She held him through the night the only way he had allowed her to. She touched his body, but more, she touched his soul.

Just as she had so many years ago. She had been no more than a child when she found him, and he had been broken. But there was something about her.
Wait for me, Cameron. I'll grow up and I'll make all the bad things go away.

He clenched his teeth to hold back the emotion that swept through him. Because she had taken the bad things away enough that he'd found the strength and the courage to do what he had to do.

"You make all the bad things go away," he whispered into her wet hair as he held onto her.

The water sprayed over them, washing over her hair, along his hands as he caressed her naked back, and spilling to the floor below. It embraced them the way he wanted to embrace her, always. All over. Like a protective shield between her and any harm.

He felt her smile against his chest, a bittersweet curve of her lips that had him kissing the top of her head as he clenched his eyes closed in agony.

"The big bad Falladay brother," she whispered against his chest. "Everyone thought they were supposed to be scared of you."

They'd had good reason to be scared of him. He'd lived in hell and he tried to take it out on any willing fist that would face him.

"You weren't scared of me."

"I couldn't stay away from you." She sighed. "You're like a drug. One taste of you, Cam, and all I do is crave more."

"You stayed away for seven years." She had stayed away and he had allowed it. Because he'd needed the distance, needed to hold back the secrets he knew she would demand.

She lifted her head from his chest as her hand touched his cheek. "It was only by monumental effort."

He knew her, knew the varied looks in her eyes, her expressions, her stubbornness and her loyalties.

"You stayed away because you were scared, and you weren't scared of what I wanted from you, either."

They were going to finish this, now. She could protest until hell froze over, but the Robertses were a threat to her and that threat was not going to continue. She didn't have to tell him what they had done to her, his imagination was good enough. That was all he needed.

She pulled away from him and stepped out of the water. Jerking a towel from the rack on the wall she dried off quickly, refusing to look at him.

The deliberate challenge was like a match to tinder. He could feel the surge of dominance that burned inside him now. He had lost control of this situation and this relationship, and it was time to draw it back. If he didn't, then all control was going to be lost, and he'd be damned if he would allow that to happen.

"How do you know I'm not scared of what you want?" She shrugged as she dried her hair, hiding her expression from him. "You know, it's not every day a man wants to share you with his brother."

Just hearing the words out of her mouth had his dick twitching in anticipation.

He hadn't forgotten that need; to the contrary, he knew it was the reason the memories were tearing into him with such brutal precision lately. The dreams, the needs, they frayed his control and weakened the barriers he had between himself and the world.

"It's not every day you have a twin for a lover, either," he told her.

She snorted at that, as he knew she would. Cam felt a smile tilt at his lips, felt a part of his heart lighten at the sound.

"I've known plenty of twins, Cam," she informed him. "You and Chase are the only ones that share your lovers. It's not exactly natural."

He pulled the towel from her hair and tilted his head to steal a kiss before using it to dry himself and grinning back at her unrepentantly.

"Maybe we're just special." He chuckled.

"Maybe you're just too determined to have your own way." She moved away from him, running her fingers through her wet hair until it lay around her head in soft, damp waves.

"Determination is my middle name."

"No its not. It's James." She laughed from the doorway. "I know, because I asked Chase years ago."

She sprinted from the door with a little laugh as he pulled the towel back as though to snap it at her. That laughter raced through his bloodstream nearly as hot and arousing as her touch could.

He closed his eyes and treasured it. She was here with him. Things might not be as smooth as he would have liked, as she would have liked, but it was going to work. He'd make sure it worked because as far as he was concerned, he wasn't returning to the bleak, empty days he had known before she had come back into his life.

As he moved into the connecting walk-in closet that held his clothes he heard her call out that Chase was there. He smiled at the ire in her voice. Evidently, Chase had come in as she was running naked from him.

Dressing quickly, he left the bathroom and glanced in the bedroom where the light remained on in the closet on the other side of the screened-in bedroom. How long did it take a woman to pick out an outfit to wear at the house?

"Ian called as I was on my way home." Chase was pulling a beer from the refrigerator as Cam neared him.

He caught the bottle his brother tossed to him and twisted the cap off. Lifting it to his lips, Cam watched him, seeing the careful restraint, the banked anger Chase didn't bother to hide.

He was still pissed over the argument in the office, and Cam knew it. Chase didn't let things go easily, and he had been probing Cam for more than a year now, determined to learn what had happened in their youth.

"What did Ian want?"

"He had a visitor after we left." Chase shrugged his shoulders before lifting his own beer and taking a long drink.

"Who was the visitor, Chase?" Cam finally asked, patiently. Chase could be a bastard when he was pissed.

Chase's lips flattened as he glanced to the bedroom.

"It was Roberts. Seems the bastard thinks Ian should fire Jaci in return for the change in that zoning law Ian petitioned for on one of his properties. His wife seems to have some influence on one of the members of the zoning board."

Cam finished his beer before tossing it into the garbage can beside the kitchen island.

"What did Ian tell him?"

"Told him to get fucked," Chase grunted. "But the bastard made the mistake of upsetting Courtney before Matthew could let Ian know he was there. Evidently, Courtney was cursing in Spanish when Ian made it to the foyer."

Cam grimaced. "This could get ugly."

"Sebastian was there during the meeting with Ian. Roberts ran a background check on him, and he's made some very subtle threats, evidently where De Lorents is concerned. Did you know Spain has a mafia? Seems Sebastian thinks Roberts would fit right in with them."

"Every country has a mafia," Cam said, as he pushed his fingers through his hair in frustration. "So, what's Ian's take on this?"

"The Robertses are scared," Chase bit out. "They can't use gossip to get rid of her, because evidently, no one gives a fuck about old trash talk this month."

Cam glanced back at the screened-off bedroom.

"Have the final reports come in on the Robertses yet?" he asked Chase.

Chase shook his head. "All but a few. We don't have any proof of the rumors we've heard about some of their games. Their secretary isn't talking, but she's a little arrogant, for her position. The servants aren't full-time at the mansion or their penthouse, so we haven't been able to pull out any information there."

Cam scratched at his jaw, his eyes narrowing as he let the problem roll through his mind. Anyone driven by fear had a weakness, he knew that well. There was no way to keep everything quiet, unless you spilled blood. And even then there were risks involved.

"Go back further," he finally said, quietly. "They've had overnight guests before; check their backgrounds further, see if they have any ghosts in their closets. If we can't get dirt on the Robertses with the check we've done on them, then we'll find it there."

Chase shook his head. "I've done that. A few house parties, a few close friends who have come out squeaky clean. The Robertses are so damned clean its making me sick. They even keep friends' teenagers through the summer or on vacations, to allow them to apprentice with Richard. The whole 'see what the congressman does' routine."

Cam felt a chill run up his spine. He grew still, his head lowered, his eyes burning into the tile on the floor. That was it. That was where they were missing it.

"Moriah Brockheim stayed several weeks with them, didn't she?" he mused, as he turned away from his brother, as though thinking.

"Yeah? Moriah's clean, Cam. I ran her check myself."

He turned back to Chase, and his eyes narrowed on his brother. "Run it again. When I went looking for Jaci at the party she was sneaking into Brockheim's private study, and Moriah wasn't in the buffet or ballroom."

He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced back at the bedroom again. "They're up to something."

This was what he was good at. Unfortunately his head had been so filled with hunger and memories and a redheaded, stubborn woman, that he'd let that slip.

"Moriah's clean, Cam," Chase argued again, his voice impatient. "Hell, she's so damned stiff, she'll barely nod at the two of us, because of our reputations."

"Then why was she meeting with Jaci secretly?" Cam asked him. "And why didn't Moriah turn up as a contact to Jaci? Jaci spent a month in their cabin, supposedly alone, and had no other contact with the Brockheims. Yet, her familiarity with Moriah is close enough that the girl let her into her father's private study? That doesn't add up for me."

Chase's lips pursed thoughtfully as his eyes narrowed, then he nodded slowly. "I'll handle that myself," he told him. "Until then, we need to come up with a way to counter Richard and Annalee."

Cam shook his head again. "They're scared, and they got nowhere with Ian and Courtney. They'll come after Jaci now."

The minute he said the words, other details shifted together, slid into place, and he felt himself tighten with nearly violent rage.

The accidents: a mugging in England, faulty brakes in Italy, an attempted break-in of a hotel room in New York City. Too many coincidences and supposed accidents.

"I need the reports on those accidents again," he bit out, causing Chase to stare back at him with dawning comprehension. "Full reports, including eyewitness accounts. Talk to Sebastian and Courtney about the mugging. They were there."

"You think they're trying to kill her?" Chase asked carefully. "Hell, they'd do a better job of it than this, Cam. They have the money and most likely the connections."

"There's also knowledge that there's bad blood between them," Cam reminded him. "Jaci's played it cool. Her reputation is one of pure, honest, and restrained elegance. There aren't even rumors of a lover, until me. She's bested them with her silence, and she knows something. I'm betting its something big. But something she has no proof of. They couldn't destroy her reputation, so they're trying to take her out instead."

"They would be using someone they know and trust," Chase said. "Someone trying to be careful, to make certain they aren't caught and that the Robertses aren't implicated."

Cam nodded slowly, but the rage was building inside him. He was tense, tight with the need to kill. He'd tried to leave the killer behind when he left Special Forces. He'd promised himself he wouldn't give that darkness inside him an avenue like that ever again.

"We need cover on her, then." Chase's voice was tight, his expression savage. "She's not exactly predictable when she decides she wants to do something."

She had a bad habit of borrowing a car from Courtney or Ian and heading to the shops in town, or to other studios to consult with business associates on specific design areas. Keeping up with her was chancy at best.

"I'll update Ian."

Chase was the one to first glance toward the bedroom.

"Keep Courtney in the dark," Cam warned, carefully unclenching his fists as he heard Jaci moving around in the bedroom. "Keep this quiet until we can get something. And get on the Brockheim girl. There's something there, I just don't know what yet."

He could feel it now. As the pieces began to shift into focus and Jaci's life began to form before his inner eye, he realized he didn't want to know that she had been in trouble and hadn't come to him.

Damn her, she knew he would protect her. She knew he would die before he would let anyone hurt her. And she hadn't come to him, she hadn't asked for his help. That wouldn't happen again. He was going to tie her so close, so tight to his side, that she wouldn't want to breathe without his help.

"You two look way too serious." Jaci moved into the open rooms with a deliberately provocative sway, her tone amused, her eyes filled with warmth as she moved to Cam. "What are we doing for dinner? I'm starved."

She reached up and kissed Cam quickly on the cheek, before looking between him and Chase with a frown. "No fighting tonight, either. One a day is enough."

"He starts them," Cam reminded her, more to distract her too-perceptive little mind than for any other reason.

"Don't let him fool you," Chase said. "You picked the wrong brother, Jaci. He's like a bear with a sore paw, trying to hide the bruise."

It was no more than the truth; but this time it wasn't important.

"How about dinner at Carlyle's?" Cam suggested. "Me, you, and Chase. Neither of us cook much more than TV dinners or cereal. We do great delivery, though."

She sniffed at that as she pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and turned back to them.

Jaci saw the surprise that Chase barely hid, and imagined that perhaps this wasn't the reaction he had expected out of Cam after his deliberate prod about the sore paw. It was a bit of a surprise to Jaci as well. Cam was usually more confrontational, less willing to allow his brother to get the last word in on any argument.

"Carlyle's sounds good." She nodded. "Do you think Ian and Courtney would want to join us? I have a few ideas I came up with while I was dressing. I'd like to discuss them with her."

"I'm scared of you two in the same place. That's like putting in an order for trouble, rather than just wishing for it," Chase admitted, his voice amused, though Cam saw the cold, hard purpose in his brother's eyes when he glanced at him.

Jaci was a piece of their past, their shared past. Chase cared for her, wanted her; but they both knew who she belonged to. In that one moment, one shared look, Cam could feel his brother's determination to protect her as well.

"Scaredy cats," she accused them with a laugh, as Chase turned back to her. "We're just women. What could happen?"

"Mass confusion and heartbreak?" Chase suggested lightly as he pulled her against his side for a quick kiss to her forehead. "That's okay though, we're real men. We love danger. Don't we, Cam?"

Cam felt more than rage burning in him now. Jaci wasn't aware of it, but the moment Chase had pulled her into his arms she had softened, conformed to him for a just a second, before tensing and pushing out of his arms.

"Of course Cam loves danger," she informed them both, her smile slightly nervous now. "He's always trying to piss me off. That proves it."

She wasn't pissed off, she was aroused. Cam watched her carefully, aware of the knowledge in her eyes, knowledge of her own arousal, as well as his.

Chase chuckled at the statement. "I'll call for the reservation, and let Ian and Courtney know before I shower. I'll catch you both down here in an hour."

Before moving around her to the stairs, Chase let his gaze linger on her. A heated, intense look that assured her exactly what his mind was lingering on.

Then she surprised both of them. Deliberately provocative, amused, and just a little playful, she pursed her lips in a silent kiss, before turning and moving quickly away from Cam with a laugh.

"If I'm going to Carlyle's, then I need a dress and makeup," she informed them both. "Hurry up, Chase, time's awasting. I'll be ready in an hour." She turned back, glanced at both of them, and said, "And, boys, I am hungry."