Blaine, Destiny - Domination Plantation [Southern Plantation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (12 page)

He clasped one hand over hers and with the other snatched her around the waist and pulled her to his lap. “Don’t be.”

Serena’s laughter filled the hallway as she made off toward the den on a search for a man who wouldn’t be that thrilled to hear that Jenna was sitting on Brogan’s lap. Serena would probably tell Jules, just to devil him.

Jenna squirmed a little but Brogan held her close, stroking her hair. As he moved his hand across her shoulders and back, she felt chill bumps bubble across her skin.

“Let me go,” she whispered.

“Why? Are you in a hurry to catch up with Serena or are you afraid of me?”

The fluttering of the little butterflies lining her stomach twirled around in her gut until she felt sick, even a little faint. Every nerve ending she possessed was on fire. Brogan’s touch ignited a fuse, and the heat she felt under his fingertips burned hotter with every caress.

She closed her eyes and resisted the memory popping in her mind, the one where she was fully exposed to a man who planned to introduce her to his kind of pleasure. She saw the toys. There were so many she couldn’t imagine enduring the various shapes and sizes of the dildos and vibrators. The things her instructor trained her for, the kind of entertainment she never wanted to admit to a lover, or even a friend, that she was forced to endure, and then later discovered she truly enjoyed.

Brogan squeezed her knee and her eyes popped open. “Don’t do that, please.”

“Why not?”

Jenna’s hand covered his. She swiped his other one away from her leg but he moved his fingers up and captured her hand with a tight hold, an unbreakable clasp. She stared down at their joined hands. He relaxed his grip and then uncurled her fingers, flipped her wrist over and opened up her palm, gently placing a kiss in the center.

While the gesture wasn’t necessarily erotic, she felt as if a bolt of lightning struck her body. She jerked as the electric shocks tapped her nerve endings once more. Her reaction to him was overkill.

“Sit still.” He framed her face with his large, rough, and callused hands.

The gasp she released filled the air. While she imagined there was a dark side to Brogan Evans, she wondered if she’d ever know why. Perhaps the only woman who would ever understand him would be a woman he trained, a submissive he cared for, a person he allowed into his life as much as his bed.

At the moment, Jenna only saw a gentle person, a masculine body sheltering her from the world’s crimes and the criminals behind them, some just like her stepfather and her biological father.

“What do you want right now, Jenna?” Brogan asked in a raspy voice.

She wanted him to kiss her. The fact that her body responded to him was bad enough, but her lips parted and she deliberately enticed him. She was immediately aware of what she’d invited.

“Jenna?”

Staring at him came easy. Brogan was honey and spice sugar-coating a woman’s eye. Even an inexperienced gal like herself was free to wonder about the sensual gifts a man like Brogan offered.

Jenna lowered her eyes, and when she did, Brogan used his index finger to tilt her chin up. He slanted his lips over hers. He didn’t kiss her. His tongue never met hers. He only whispered against the tight line her lips formed and softly said, “I want you to trust me, Jenna. When you trust me completely, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of, maybe even more.”

Her body shivered against his, and he wrapped her tightly against his chest and then released her without warning. When he did, he helped her to her feet and worked to steady her on wobbly legs.

Fainting was a distinct possibility. She certainly didn’t think she could face Jules or Serena after this near-death experience. After all, Brogan was a dream, a fantasy that didn’t happen in the real world, especially to virgins.

Placing her palm to her stomach, she headed for the door. She wanted to make it to the hallway. Surely her feet could carry her that far.

“Jenna?”

“Yes?”

“Are you afraid of me?”

Didn’t he ask her that before? “No. Why?”

“I’m curious, that’s all.”

“Oh,” she whispered. “Curiosity is good.”

“True,” Brogan replied. “Maybe I’ll keep you in suspense just long enough to drive you crazy.”

“What if I’m already there?” she asked, facing him.

Brogan narrowed his gaze. “I don’t believe I’ve had the opportunity to take you that far yet.”

“No but what I mean is”—she cleared her throat—“what if I’m already a little crazy? What then?”

“I always liked my women a little on the nutty side,” Brogan admitted, thinking about Marcy Mahoney and some of the capers she’d pulled. He could remember just about every stupid thing she’d done in order to earn her notorious reputation.

“Then I guess we’ll get along just fine, right?”

“Yeah,” he replied, still reflecting on the past and the one woman he might have married if she hadn’t visited eighty percent of the beds in the local area. “I think we will, Jenna. When you’re ready, we’re gonna make out like bandits.”

He didn’t bother explaining what he meant, but he should’ve. He had reached a decision. If Jenna was a virgin, he might share her with Jules later, but their first time was going to be one he planned on making special, a moment shared between one man and one woman. She deserved what he wanted to deliver. He planned to shower her with romance and lead her straight into love.

Bon voyage, he thought as she walked away. Oh boy. He was hooked on a woman and could almost see his future as a bachelor sailing away. Brogan never counted on falling in love.

Like Jules, he never believed in love at first sight until he met Jenna Martin.

Chapter Eight

“Jenna, wake up,” Serena whispered. “We’re sneaking out.”

Jenna stared up at Serena and had to take a minute to blink and focus. She’d slept in her contact lenses and couldn’t see clearly. Worse still, she was pretty sure she was seeing double, and one Serena was more than enough for any girl to claim for a best friend.

She rolled over and groaned. “Jules and Brogan will be mad as all hell if we sneak out.”

“Yeah,” Serena said, tossing clothes on the bed. “Hurry up. If you snap to it, they won’t notice we’re gone.”

“Sure they won’t,” Jenna grumbled. “What a clever idea.” She stared at the bedside clock and the numbers flashing a reminder. It was too damn early or far too late to roam around in any city, especially Bristol.

Serena yanked on some shoes as she hobbled around on one leg. Jenna stripped off her pajamas in order to put on short shorts and a sweatshirt. She chose something a little warmer in lieu of the tank top with spaghetti straps that Serena had thrown toward her. Bristol wasn’t like Birmingham. The nights provided a cool reminder. She wasn’t residing in Alabama anymore.

After Jenna dressed, she sat on the bed dumbfounded. She’d been in a deep sleep before Serena decided to scratch a wild itch. She awaited further instructions as Serena dug through her luggage. She retrieved a flashlight and then grabbed her arm. “Come on,” she whispered. “We’re climbing out.”

“Why?” Jenna asked, resisting. “I thought Brogan and Jules were entertaining guests at the barn tonight.”

“They are, but they use the bathrooms downstairs. I don’t want to run into anyone. Do you?”

“No,” Jenna replied calmly. “In fact, I don’t particularly care to bump into anyone at all if you catch my drift.”

Serena rolled her eyes. “Little Miss Smarty Pants, you may change your mind.” She unlocked and opened the window. Then, she threw her leg over the ledge. “See you on the ground, woman!”

Before Jenna stopped her, Serena was rolling around on the lawn moaning softly.

“Are you okay?” Jenna shouted below, leaning outside.

“Shh,” Serena hissed. “Someone is coming. Meet me in the shack behind the barn in twenty minutes. Can you get there?”

This was truly ridiculous. Jenna could get there all right, but she wasn’t going to leap, drop, and roll in order to follow her best friend. She’d march right out the front door.

Jenna narrowed her gaze on a couple headed for the house. The shadows moved slowly toward the porch in a staggered walk, but it was too dark to tell who it was, not that she would know any of the guests who frequented the Evans property anyway.

Serena crawled behind a bush and motioned for Jenna to duck. Thinking about the outrageous way she continued to follow Serena and her planned capers, Jenna fell to the floor right under the window and then waited until the couple walked out of sight.

She peered over the ledge again and Serena called out, “Set your watch. Twenty minutes.”

She was such a kid. Brogan and Jules realized it, and for all she knew, they were probably hiding out somewhere waiting for one of her stunts just so they could catch her in motion.

Jenna waved her off and then shut the window. She could hear Serena trying to stop her. “Wait! We need the window open so we can crawl back in later.”

Sure, she thought. Serena failed to notice the obvious. They weren’t cats and they didn’t have superpowers enabling them to climb up brick walls. It was easier to jump down than fly up. They’d use doors from here forward.

Jenna took a deep breath, considered going back to bed, and then stepped out into the hallway. That’s when she heard a very loud, “Ah, yeah, that’s it. Give me what I like.”

Her inquisitive nature took hold, and she was a little too curious for her own good. She wanted to see who was behind every grunt and groan.

* * * *

Brogan should’ve been ashamed. Jules should’ve had more control. Marcy…well there really wasn’t any excuse for Marcy.

They were getting what they wanted, and she didn’t mind being used. Hell, after Brogan drank himself into a splendid, if not superior form of stupid, he’d told her enough about Jenna to make her game for about anything. That was Marcy for ya.

If a guy said he was in love with a woman, Marcy made it her mission to prove him wrong. She planted a seed of doubt, the kind that made a fellow uncertain, not quite ready to proclaim his love publicly for fear Marcy would set the story straight. She’d always remind those who’d listen that a man in love didn’t fuck the whore next door.

Some said Marcy provided the truest test of a man’s love. If a man could resist her, especially after he’d had her the first time, then maybe he was ready to make a commitment. She was the go-to gal for bachelor parties, and she halted many expensive weddings. A few angry brides left their grooms standing at the altar. Pictures, on occasion, surfaced at the wrong time and almost always found a way into the hands of the blushing bride.

Yeah, Brogan ought to be ashamed. He wasn’t. Damn it, he just couldn’t resist Marcy’s blow jobs, and she offered him one the second he said the l-o-v-e word, even though he took the time to tell her that he wasn’t certain because he’d never kissed Jenna, much less fucked her.

Marcy must’ve viewed his confession as a challenge. She even invited Jules to join them when she met him at the bottom of the steps. Jules, drunk on homemade wine and high as a kite, had been headed upstairs. By the look in his eyes when Brogan first saw him, Marcy probably saved them both from some serious mistakes.

Jules stepped out of his pants, and Brogan pretty much ripped his off in record time, afraid of a repeat of their last time together. No, tonight Jules wasn’t the only one getting some of Marcy and God help ’em, Marcy was more than a little ready for two men with loving a woman on their mind, even if she wasn’t
the woman
they wanted to shower with affection.

Brogan grabbed onto Marcy’s ears as soon as she dropped her head over his dick. She didn’t look at him.

He’d noticed that about Marcy before. When she sucked or fucked him, she always kept her eyes closed. It didn’t matter how many times they were together, the woman just never watched him.

Jules stepped in behind her and placed his big hands on her plump ass. Marcy had a voluptuous body, but no one considered her fat. She kept enough meat on her bones to enhance her natural curves. Her ass, however, was starting to spread a little wider, and Jules seemed irritated at first when he found too much cushion there.

“Shit,” Jules complained, “I’m soft.” He rubbed his cock over her hip, and she moaned against Brogan’s dick, releasing him long enough to mumble against the head of his cock. “I know one brother who can get the job done.” She tongued the crest of Brogan’s dick before lapping at the pre-cum.

Brogan closed his eyes and changed his stance. He released her ears long enough to reposition on his hands on her shoulders. Oh God, this was so wrong. The woman he wanted was upstairs, tucked into bed, under the flannel sheets where he longed to be while he and Jules made out with a woman any man could have.

Jules slapped her ass. “Shit, Marcy,” he complained, placing blame. He couldn’t maintain an erection. He apparently didn’t understand why.

Brogan grinned. “You can give it up if you want. Marcy and I can have some fun without you. I’ll be damned…oh good God, hon.” He moaned as she sucked. Her tongue whipped around his shaft and her suction practically put him on his knees. Then, she took him clear to her throat, humming against the crest.