Craving More (17 page)

Damned
if it wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. And a sight he was determined to
see again and again.

The
relentless motions of his hand pulled her closer to the edge. He felt the
fluttering of her orgasm tightening around his fingers.

She
tugged harder on his hair, her fierce grip sending shocks of arousal through
him. “Oh god Jett,” she sobbed.

“That’s
it baby. Come for me before I slide my cock in you. I want to feel you pulse
around me. Grip me with that tight little pussy of yours.”

Her
keening cry of release rent the air a few precious seconds before the door to
the room burst open.

A
confused and visibly angry Sam stood in the doorway. Jett could see MJ’s hands
gripping his arm, attempting to hold him back.

Corrine
whipped her head in their direction, a deep red flush rushing up her chest and
face.

Jett
grabbed the covers, pulling them up over them both. This was definitely not the
way he wanted Sam to find out about him and Corrine.

“
What the fuck is going on here?” Sam yelled. He
blinked a few times but the vision of his sister in bed with a man wouldn’t go
away. The sight and sounds she made were more than he could handle. Talk about
scarring a guy for life.

Here
he was innocently coming over for lunch. Hoping to spend some time with his
sibling. The next thing he knows, he’s being assaulted with – he stopped
the thought before it could fully form. He didn’t want to think it. Flat out
refused to even go there.

At
first, when he’d walked through the front door and heard the noises, he thought
it might be MJ, which curiously pissed him off. He was quickly cured of that
notion when she grabbed him, trying to drag him back out of the house.

Resisting
MJ’s plea to leave, he opened the door to the spare room and received the shock
of his life.

Narrowing
his eyes he finally took notice of the man in bed with his sister.

“What
the fuck Jett? What in the hell are you doing in bed with my sister?”

That
first day Sam showed up tugged at the back of his mind. He had an inkling
something was up between them but didn’t think they had gone this far yet. From
the nonchalant way Jett acted around Corrine he had started to doubt Jett was
interested.

Jett
pulled Corrine closer to him. Sheltering her from what, Sam didn’t know.

“Calm
down Sam. This has nothing to do with you.” The level of calm coming from him
made Sam pause.

“The
hell it doesn’t. That’s my sister wrapped up in your arms.” Sam stalked into
the room, barely aware of MJ behind him picking up clothes strewn around the
room.

“Get
dressed Corrine,” Sam demanded. Averting his eyes when MJ handed his sister her
robe.

“Why
the hell should I? You’re the one interrupting. No one invited your ass over,”
she huffed out.

He
peeked in his sister’s direction. She had moved to a sitting position holding
the sheets over her chest. Sam was all too glad she had the decency to keep
covered up. Seeing a person naked before a shift is one thing. Seeing them
naked with your friend, completely different and so very wrong in his book.

“Without
Mom and Dad here you’re my responsibility Corrine. Now get your damn robe on.”

“Fuck
that. I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need you coming
in here thinking you can tell me what to do.” Corrine narrowed her eyes at him.
He could see she was gearing up for a fight. But first he needed to deal with
his so-called friend.

Sam
thrust his hand out in a stopping motion. “Get your ass dressed and get out of
here. I have a few words to say to your lover boy over there. I don’t need you
getting in the way either.”

“Oh
no you don’t.” Corrine jumped out of the bed, throwing the robe on. As she
finished tying it shut Sam grabbed her arm, pushing her out the door, closing
and locking it after her.

She
pounded on the door. “Damn it Sam. Let me in. I don’t stick my nose in your
business. So butt out of mine. I can fuck whoever I want.”

He
pinched the bridge of his nose. It was a feeble attempt to stop the headache
forming but he would try anything at this point.

“It
isn’t what you think, Sam.”

Sam
spun around to face his friend, who was now standing and thankfully wearing his
jeans. “Isn’t what I think? You don’t want to know what I think,” he said
shaking his head. The anger burning a hole in his gut grew until he felt he was
on fire. He knew the brown hue of his eyes must be pitch black. Letting Jett
know in no uncertain terms exactly how he was feeling.

“Take
a deep breath and calm down, man. Let’s talk about this like adults. Get the
yelling out of the way and then we can talk. Just get it all off your chest.”

Even
though Jett was acting calm and in control, Sam could see the man readying for
a fight. Feet spread apart, arms crossed over his chest. He was ready to stand
his ground.

“Oh
I’ll get it off my chest. You’ve lost your damn mind if you think I’m going to
let you run around behind my back screwing my sister, especially without
commitment. I know you man. You don’t do long term. Or see only one woman at a
time.
Gigolo Jett and monogamous are never used in the same
sentence.
And I’ll be damned if you pull that shit with my sister.”

“Wow,
you really cut to the heart of your problem with me. I’m different.
She’s
different.” Jett took a step
forward bringing them that much closer to impending disaster.

Sam
fisted his hands at his sides controlling the urge to strike out. “Damn right
she’s different. She deserves a hell of a lot better than you.”

“Bullshit!
How many times have I heard you say you wished she’d find a guy like me? A
straight-shooter
. Hard worker. A guy who would stand by her
side and love her for who she is. Just like I did with Macy until the shit hit
the fan.” Jett ground out.

Sam
couldn’t hold back the snort at his comment. “I meant a guy
like
you. Not you. You don’t fuck your
friend’s sister.”

From
the stubborn look on Jett’s face, nothing Sam had said so far was even making a
dent. It was time for a different tactic. Piss the guy off and see what
happens. He was itching for a good fight anyway.

“Let
me put this in terms you might be able to understand. You’d be pissed if you
found me in bed with one of your sisters. Right?”

Anger
sparked through Jett’s eyes. “Fuck that! They’re too young for you. And I would
have skipped past pissed and gone straight to ripping your head off. You’re too
old and too much of a player.”

“As
much a player as you are. So you can see where I’m coming from then.”

Jett
stepped forward again. “You’re wrong. I’m so far away from that guy I used to
be I’m surprised you recognized me the day I rolled up into the driveway.”

“You
have been biding your time before
Dewasa
starts. There’s no way in hell you’re even interested in Corrine. She isn’t
your type: Tall, blond and calculating. Not to mention skinny as a post. Did
you think you could just fool around with her until it was time to look for
your mate? Maybe just see what it was like to be with a shifter again? Lord knows
human woman aren’t as much fun in the sack.”

Jett
took that last little step forward. Just like Sam hoped. Finally they were nose
to nose and both ready to throw down.

A
low growl came from Jett. “Watch what you say about my mate.”

“What?
Your mate?
What a crock of shit. Has it been that long
since you’ve been with a shifter that the first one you hook up with you think
is actually your mate?” Sam couldn’t hold his laughter back.

He
saw the fist flying at him before he could react. The impact ricocheted through
his skull. His vision went fuzzy and his head swam. He dropped to his knees as
he tried to clear his head.

He
was vaguely aware of Jett brushing past him, heading out the door. Any
reservations he had about Jett’s feelings for his sister flitted away with the
slamming of the front door.

Vibrations
shook the floor beneath Corrine’s feet popping her up off the bed. The crunch
of gravel as someone stormed away drew her to her bedroom window. By the time
she shoved the curtain aside and lifted the window, Jett was rounding the
driveway curve heading out of sight.

“Jett,”
she yelled.

He
kept walking.
Never turning back or saying a word.

Her
heart crumpled as it realized she was played a fool again.

Sighing
she turned from the window and the man she knew without a doubt she was in love
with. Over the past two weeks he wormed his way into her heart with his light
kisses and sensual caresses. Waking up in his arms had been a dream. Yeah, she
tried to quietly get out of bed and leave but she didn’t want him waking up and
telling her it had all been a mistake.

She
should have stayed with her original thought that the sweet words from his
mouth weren’t really meant for her. They were the ramblings of a drunken man
trying to get in her pants. And it worked.

Shame
coursed through her system. Still, deep down a small flicker of hope burned
that there was some truth to them. She tamped it out before the flicker turned
into an inferno.

Heading
for the bathroom she started the water, filling the tub. A few squirts of her
favorite bubble bath and jasmine infused the room—bringing with it its
purifying, soothing effects.

Corrine
stripped down before sinking into the depths of the tub. Dipping under the
water, washing away the scent of Jett on her skin.

Surfacing
from her room a couple of hours and thousands of tears later, she made her way
to the basement. Searching out MJ.

She
found her curled up on the couch.
Dead to the world.

Settling
on the couch across from her, Corrine’s thoughts turned to Jett again and what
it had been like to be in his arms.
To be the sole focus of
his attention.
He made her feel beautiful and cared for and not just
when they were having sex. The more she thought of him, the further down the
path of depression she travelled but she refused to let it take hold.

Springing
from the couch she pounced on MJ. “Wake up sleepy head. Let’s go. I feel like
running.”

MJ’s
eyelids popped open.
Confusion shifting into recognition.
“Did you say running?” she asked groggily.

“Yep.
I need to clear my head. Soaking in the tub and crying my heart out didn’t
help. Figure this will. It’ll at least shut the human side off—I hope.”
She tugged MJ’s hand. Pulling her up from the couch with ease.

 
Out on the back patio it was a race to
get undressed. MJ shifted and was trotting off to the tree line before Corrine
could get her socks off. Her laugh came out swift and unexpected. For a second
it even felt good.

Corrine
shifted. Ambling off into the woods after her friend a few seconds later. The
human side of her completely shut down. She intended to forget everything that
happened the last couple of weeks.

Sam tossed and turned on the too short couch.
Something was preventing him from going right back to sleep.
And not just the inadequate furniture in the upstairs
living room.

Rubbing
his eyes, he sniffed the air. He smelled cookies and… smoke? His brow furrowed
in confusion.

Rolling
to his elbows he propped up enough to look towards the kitchen. Maybe Corrine
was back and taking out her frustration in the there. He heard MJ and Corrine
rattling around earlier talking about a run. For a second he thought he would
join them but there was no doubt in his mind that he’d acted like an ass.

He
knew Jett cared for Corrine. Hell, if he had to admit it, he could actually see
it coming. While Corrine was up in her room crying, he recalled all of the
times he talked about her to Jett. Remembering the look in the man’s eyes
whenever Sam brought his sister up. The poor guy was in love with her before
he’d even met her in person.

Sighing
he sniffed the air. The smells weren’t coming from the house kitchen.

Sitting
up, he stared out the front window. There was only one other place the smell of
cookies could come from. A puff of smoke floated by and panic set in.

Heart
racing he jumped from the couch, throwing the front door open.

He
was down the path leading to the bakery in less than a minute. As he breached
the trees he could see the bakery slowly being engulfed in flames. Smoke
billowed from the top as the fire ate its way through more and more of the
building.

Reaching
into his back pocket he pulled out his cell phone, dialing the fire department.
It would take them a while to get there. He feared there wouldn’t be anything
left of his sister’s livelihood.