Jamie's Revenge (23 page)

He earned that rebuke for no more than smoothing the washrag over her stomach. If she thought he’d let her go that far with her tyrannical demands, the woman had completely forgotten just who the man was. He delivered that sharp reminder simply by running the rag right up and over her breasts, pausing long enough to give her puckered nipple a good rub.

She gasped and jerked, but his free hand spanned her stomach to hold her in place. That left her only words, which she hurled at him freely. “Damnit, Brodie.”

“There ain’t no part of you that don’t need to be washed.” He drowned out her lecture even before it could begin.

“Well then give me the rag, and I’ll wash myself.”

“That wouldn’t be very romantic would it?” Brodie asked without any intention of giving her room to answer. “Now, just shush up.”

* * * *

Despite her natural inclination, Jamie did shush up. Mostly, though, out of shock than any command in Brodie’s voice.
He’s trying to be romantic?
That was about as laughable as trying to watch a dog climb a tree. God simply had not built Brodie to be tender or gentle.

She did have to give him one for trying, even if he had probably borrowed this scene somewhere along the lines from somebody else. It was all just too perfect. The tub, the soap, the plate of food he fed her with his hands, she simply didn’t believe that Brodie had thought this up on his own.

Does it really matter?
No. He tried, and that counted for something. Despite his insistence that she wouldn’t have been difficult for Caelen, she would have. Given that he did these kind of grand gestures so well, it would probably have meant very little.

Especially after the way he’d assaulted her that morning. It had been good, and she had loved every minute of it, but unfortunately, she couldn’t spend her whole life suspended in sexual satisfaction. As soon as the glow wore off, the old pain came back to ache even worse.

As nice as the bath had been and as much as she loved them, Jamie still held a grudge. Everything said and done, the scales tipped a little too far in Brodie’s and Caelen’s favor, and she resented it. She feared that feeling might never go away, that it might mar the many years to come.

This moment, having Brodie wrap her up in a big drying cloth and then carry her back to bed like something precious and worth protecting, it felt near perfect. Only near because he tucked her alone under the sheets before moving off to start routing through some locker. Fortunately, the MacAuley’s always worked in pairs.

Before she could really start to feel bereft of her own personal caretaker, a thick arm looped around her shoulders and pulled into Caelen’s side. Looping a finger over the edge of the cloth, Caelen pulled her cover away so fast the edges stung as they whipped over her skin.

“No need for this,” Caelen stated as he snuggled her into his side. A palm on her lower back had her folding over him so that her breast got smashed against his chest and a thick-haired thigh rubbed enticingly into her mound. “Now that feels better, doesn’t it?”

Yes, it did. She answered not with words but with actions. Looping her arm over his stomach, Jamie gave him a little sigh as she settled in to fall asleep. It had already been a long morning. Comforted and soothed by Brodie’s pampering, her body about ached for a nap, which just made her all the more grumpy when Caelen intruded with a nudge.

“What’s he doing?”

“I don’t know.”

“You didn’t even look.”

This time she sighed louder with obvious annoyance as she lifted her head to glance over at where Brodie continued to rifle through his chest. “He’s looking for something.”

That earned her a pinch on the bottom which got him a scowl that he totally ignored. “I can see that. What is he looking for?”

“This.” Brodie answered him, his voice raised over the ruffle of paper. Whatever he had pulled out it had been painstakingly wrapped in layers of paper. He shot her a quick grin as he began ripping through the paper.
 

“I guess I don’t need this anymore.”

“What do you have there?” Caelen asked as he lifted up onto his arms, dragging her with him to a sitting position. “Oh, God. Don’t show her that, Brodie. She going to think you’re sick in the head.”

“What?” Jamie’s interest peaked with the sound of outright disgust in Caelen’s voice. Her gaze trained on the garment that started to emerge from the mounds of paper. “Is that a corset?”

“It’s your proof.” Brodie held up the old familiar garment.

It had been in the pile of clothes she’d discarded that infamous day when she’d turned to all out warfare in her attempt to seduce Brodie and Caelen. By the time she’d gotten to pulling back on her clothes, she’d realized too late that Brodie had taken the corset as proof to her father of her outrageous behavior.

She’d never wondered what had happened to it beyond that concern. Now, though, her eyes widened over it and the implication of why Brodie had kept it. Even as the gesture began to wear down the last icy shard making her heart ache, Caelen snorted in utter disgust as Brodie raised the lacy undergarment to his nose.

 
“Look at him acting like a damn idiot.” Caelen’s spat as flopped back down. “Seriously, Jamie, look what you did to the man? He’s smelling women’s underwear.”

“I think it’s sweet.”

“Hear that Caelen? She thinks it’s sweet,” Brodie gloated.

“That’s ‘cause she’s crazy. Hey, now,” Caelen objected when she pinched him for that one. His arm lifted away from harm as he slid back to glare at her. “Crazy and
violent
.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Jamie insisted. She turned a cold shoulder on Caelen to give Brodie a big smile.

“And I bet you’d think him wandering around sniffing soap for five years is romantic, too.”

“Yes, I would.”

Caelen really annoyed her with his attitude. Having Brodie running around sniffing her old clothes did kind of seem weird, but at least he had thought about her, had missed her. Brodie cared about her, and he’d suffered without her. That was more than enough to have her dropping the sheet as she went to her knees to give the kiss he earned.

Lassoing his neck, she pulled his lips right down on hers. Not half the fool his brother accused him of being, Brodie willingly ditched the corset to accept an armful of naked woman. Binding her to him with those strong arms, he tumbled her backward until the hard wall of his chest rubbed into the aching globes of her breasts.

The coarse, thick hair teased her nipples in the most delightful way, and she broke off the kiss to grind into him. Her taunting motions evoked a growl that started deep in his chest, rumbling across her breast to quiver against her lips as he reclaimed her mouth with his. Jamie didn’t even fight his aggression, not when his intent was to shower her with pleasure.

From her lips to her toes, that’s just what he did. The hungry demand of his passion echoed from the relentless duel of his kiss to the enticingly rough grind of his body into hers. The sheet had disappeared completely and nothing protected her from the provocative rub of Brodie’s hard muscles.

The feel of him was a delicious contrast of smooth skin, callused fingers, ticklish hair and that heated length of pure strength that settled like a branding iron between her legs. Her legs had split naturally around his, opening up her most private area to act as a cushion for the heated length of his cock.

Just as thick and heavy as she remembered, this time the feel of him didn’t elicit pain but tingly sparklers of pleasure. They exploded into full cannon blasts of rapture when his hips shifted, and the rounded head of his dick caught on her clit. Flicking it up as the full length, her precious little bud got ground beneath a full length pass of his dick only to be tantalized into a greater frenzy of excitement as he slid back down.

Jamie’s eyes about rolled back into her head when her hips lifted for another teasing guide through her slit. Every muscle in her body contracted under the sunburst of pleasure vibrating out of her womb. Instincts pulled her legs up to cage his hips and lift herself into the incredible thrill his touch caused.

Unchecked, her desires flared completely out of control, taking total command of her body. Hard, faster, she humped herself against him until she could feel almost every cell in her body dancing with anticipation for the big bang.

Breaking off the kiss to pant through the insatiable tightening overtaking her muscles, her nails dug into his back as she tried to bind herself to his strength even as her motions spun out of control. Through the blaze of wildness glazing her eyes, she could see Brodie straining over her.

Every muscle in his neck stood tense against his flushed skin, highlighted by the slow trickle of sweat starting to roll down the sides of his face. Even as she felt the flared tip of his cock catch on her opening, she could also see the flash of pain in his features as he held back to only slip pass.

The burn in her womb clenched painfully at the denial of being filled. She wanted that. Deep inside, some part of her knew she needed it, would always need it, because she would always love them.

“I know you think I’ve done wrong by you with Rebecca,” Brodie dared to murmur that slut’s name and ruin her good moment. “But honest to God, Jamie, I didn’t know you were mine to do wrong by. I know how hurt you are ‘cause I hurt when I heard you married some other man, and all I had left was some stupid corset. Now I got you, and I swear to God, Jamie girl, if you agree to marry me you won’t ever hurt again.”

Jamie couldn’t help but smile deep down inside at the nervousness trembling in Brodie’s deep tone. He really could be sweet when he put his mind to it, and how could she resist an offer like that? Tipping her head back, she offered him a quick kiss before an even shorter answer.

“Okay.”

Chapter 17

The tips of Brodie’s lips barely managed to quirk upward before his smile smashed into hers for another tongue-dueling match-up. Jamie had expected for him to take immediate advantage, but she hadn’t expected Caelen to come roaring in from behind.

“I don’t think so.” Caelen’s grip pinched her shoulder as she pulled her free of his twin. “I’m sorry, darlin’, but you already agreed to marry me.”

“I’ll marry you, too, Caelen. You ain’t got to get all huffy.”

“That ain’t exactly legal, darlin’,” Brodie chipped in, not sounding all that happy right then either.

Ignoring Caelen’s scowl, Jamie leaned up to give Brodie another kiss before offering her response. “And I care?”

“Well
I
don’t want to be married to
his
wife,” Caelen proclaimed as if he had any say in the matter. “I want you to be my wife.”

“She’s gonna be my wife,” Brodie snapped back, finally releasing the arm he’d kept around her waist. “And every time you screw her, you’ll remember that fact.”

Like the scent of rain, the warning of a fight brewing thickened all around Jamie as Brodie and Caelen turned toward each other. She’d wanted to take a nap, but that wouldn’t be happening. There was only one thing that would distract them, and she’d just have the make the sacrifice like all women did.
Then after that, I’m definitely getting my nap.

“Excuse me,” Jamie drew their scowls her way. “If I’m not mistaken, the decision is mine and I say both.”

“That ain’t gonna work, sugar.”

“Is that right, sug?”

Jamie cocked a brow at Caelen as she slid neatly right between where he kneeled and Brodie stood, blocking them from each other. With a seductive smile, she wrapped her arms around Caelen’s neck and arched her back just so. Rubbing her breasts teasingly against his chest, the motion rolled down to her hips which ground her rear against the hard cock Brodie pressed into it.
 

“Well, I suggest you learn to make it work, Caelen, because until the two of you can show me just how good you are at sharing, I ain’t marrying nobody.”

That got her twin growls from either side as they read into that just what she wanted them to. No longer worried about which one of them got to stand in front of the preacher, both brothers turned on her. Jamie started squealing before she went flying. God but she loved just being tumbled over and ravished…especially now that there were two of them.

Pinned in as she was on either side by solid walls of muscles, Jamie had no control and no ability to stop the hands going everywhere. One of Brodie’s large, work-roughened palms smoothed up the inside of her other thigh, holding her wide open as Caelen slid his thick fingers right into her to begin ravaging her pussy with relentless demand.

Apparently, that had been the treat Brodie had been headed for. Being denied only made a thrilling growl vibrate through his chest as his grip roughened in his haste to lay a claim to her cunt. Cupping her from beneath, he beat Caelen to her clenched opening, getting the first finger in that had her crying out and arching.

Not to be outdone, Caelen’s palm pressed down on her clit, grinding into it as he split her even wider and added his own fingers to her fucking. The painful need for oxygen in her lungs had her head whipping to the side as she gasped for air and some kind of perch in the storming roar of desire.