Wicked Pleasures (4 page)

Jaci allowed the hotel room door to close heavily behind her before tossing her evening bag to the couch in the sitting room and reaching back to tear the silver clip from the back of her hair.

As the long, thick strands fell down her back, a surge of anger tore through her. A second later the hair clip was arching through the air to smack into the thick curtains covering the balcony doors.

"Damn him!" The vicious snarl that left her lips surprised her, as did the tears that she was forced to blink back.

He couldn't even say hello. Couldn't tear himself from his "business" discussion to even let her know he was there. No, he had sent Chase instead.

Cam couldn't have meant the threat he had made so long ago. She drew in a hard, controlling breath. It was seven years ago, and when it came to women they wanted sexually, men could say a lot of things. She knew that. And Chase's warning had been just that. The warning of a man who wanted her sexually, and who wanted answers to his questions, nothing more.

But he had acted as though he believed in her, a little voice inside her head whispered. He had asked her what Richard and Annalee had done to her, not what had she done. No one else had ever asked that.

She shook her head, kicking off the high heels and reaching behind her to release the zipper at the back of her evening gown as she moved into the bedroom.

She pulled the straps over her shoulders and let the silk slither down her body, leaving her clad in nothing but her thong and the thigh-high, black silk stockings.

Laying the dress over a chair, she grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her.

She didn't need this headache. It was going to be all she could manage to keep her wits about her and keep the congressman and his wife from attacking her openly.

They were terrified of her. Even five years later, they were so frightened of the truth that it rolled off them in sickening waves every time they saw her. It would have been amusing if it didn't continually destroy parts of her life along with it.

She stared around the hotel suite.

She was alone. She shouldn't have been. Over the past few years, the ache inside her had grown to such proportions that it was nearly physical. She ached to be touched, to close her eyes as a lover touched her, even if she had to pretend it was Cameron Falladay.

It should have been so easy to accept the invitation in Chase's eyes tonight. He could have come up here—she could have touched him, been touched, and pretended it was Cam.

She shook her head. She was losing her sanity, evidently. Chase would have never allowed her to get away with it, and she knew it. Just as she had known it before she left town seven years ago.

She pushed her fingers through her hair again, then let her hand trail down her neck, almost shivering at the memory of Cam's fingers there.

Other men had touched her over the years. Superficially. They had kissed her, held her; but that ache that gnawed at her insides had never gone away. No more than the distrust had.

She was willing to lay her life savings on the fact that she was quite possibly the only twenty-eight-year-old virgin in existence, in the nation.

She stopped at the full-length mirror in the corner of the room and stared at herself. Her nose was straight, eyebrows arched. Her eyes faintly tilted, her lips just a little bit too lush. Her breasts weren't small, but they weren't overly large. They fit her body. She was slender; she stayed in shape. Her shoulder-length auburn hair was a nice contrast to her brown-and-blue-flecked green eyes.

She wasn't ugly. She didn't consider herself beautiful, rather average. There was no reason for her to be spending her life alone.

Other than her own fears. And the simple fact that she was still, even now, waiting on Cam.

Chase was waiting in the lobby of the hotel when Cam strode through the entrance. The black suit his brother wore did nothing to alleviate the aura of power and danger that surrounded him. The wicked scar that slashed down the left side of his cheek definitely helped the impression, but it was the icy green eyes, the unsmiling lips, the expression that seemed carved from experiences that suggested hell, made him appear even more dangerous, that did it.

Cam was his brother, his twin. And sometimes Chase wondered if he even knew who or what his brother was. He definitely didn't know what had created the dark visage that strode toward him.

"She's not going to appreciate a late-night visit," he told his brother as they headed toward the elevator.

"Too bad," Cam growled. "Roberts waylaid me at the party. The slick bastard. He should be in film rather than congress. His acting ability beats the shit out of his ability to help run this fucking country."

Chase winced. Cam was cussing. That was never a good thing.

"Blindsiding Jaci like this isn't going to help," he advised him as the elevator doors slid closed behind them. "She is a little demon when that temper of hers is roused, you know that as well as I do."

And she was liquid fire when other parts of her were aroused. Chase could still taste the sweet syrup that had flowed from her body, even seven years later. And he knew Cam had never forgotten.

"I want eyes on her twenty-four seven," Cam ordered. "If Roberts even thinks about contacting her, I want to know about it."

"Cam, you can't control her life here." The elevator doors slid open.

As they stepped out, his brother turned to him. The green ice in his gaze flickered with a hidden flame. The intensity of the color was no longer flat with whatever emotions or memories he fought. The color was wild, vivid, shocking Chase with the emotions that seemed to swirl just under the surface.

"I have no intention of controlling her life," Cam stated. "I'm going to
become
her life, Chase. There's a difference."

For a second, Chase stood in shock, staring at his brother's back as he strode quickly down the hall to the suite Ian had reserved for the interior designer.

Cameron had never claimed anything or anyone as his. Not since they had lost their parents, since their lives had gone to hell beneath the less-than-gentle care of their maternal aunt at the tender age of thirteen. But now, he was claiming Jaci?

Hearing him claim something, someone now, was enough to almost cause him to miss that twisted expression of need on Cam's face as he turned away.

Hell, Jaci didn't need to see Cam like this. Chase didn't need to see Cam like this. Brimming with fire and lust and a need Chase had never imagined filled his brother.

"Cam, dammit," he muttered, moving quickly behind him. "Do you think this is a wise move right now?"

Cam stopped in front of the hotel room door and glanced at his brother impatiently.

"What's so unwise about it?" He'd waited seven years for her to grow up, to find them, and now Chase wanted to wait?

"She's not exactly extending an invitation for us together," his brother snorted. "She actually stated we should find someone else to play our games with."

"You pissed her off." He lifted his hand to knock on the door.

"And you're not going to piss her off more?" Chase asked, his voice filled with a hint of disbelief that didn't make sense to Cam.

He turned back to his brother, glaring at him. "Look, I let you talk to her first, I let you bring her home, and look where it got us. You never did know how to handle her, and don't pretend you did. She walks all over you."

It was true. Chase had never been able to tell her no. Cam, on the other hand, could and would, if it meant protecting her.

"Yeah, but it feels damned good when Jaci walks on you, man." He grinned, amusement transforming his expression and filling his eyes with a joy that often made Cam look like more of an outsider than ever.

His brother had kept that sense of fun and prankish delights, while that sense had been carved out of Cam, stripped from him like flesh from the bone.

Cam ignored the protests and the laughter, turned back to the door, and rapped his knuckles against it imperiously.

Staying away from her at the party had been an act of superhuman effort. He still couldn't believe he'd managed it. That witch's black dress, slit to the thigh, the banked fire in her auburn hair, the searching expression on her elfin features as she stared around the room, as though looking for someone. He wanted to think she was looking for him, because he'd be damned if he had eyes for anyone but her.

A second later the door opened. His eyes met hers, and he knew in that moment that the past had dissolved between them—seven years never existed, and it was the night he had brought her home from that party. Her eyes staring at him in those final moments of knowledge, confusion, passion, and lust—and a young woman's fear.

There was no fear in her eyes now. There was excitement. He could see it in her. In the way she leaned against the door, stared at the two of them, and shook her head as though uncertain—now that the moment was here—what she was supposed to do.

Cam crossed his arms over his chest, aware of Chase rocking back on his heels beside him, a grin of deviltry on his face when Jaci glanced over at him.

"And to what do I owe the honor of this little visit?" Husky and sweet, her voice promised delights that tortured his most vivid fantasies, awake and sleeping.

She was dressed in nothing but a long, silky robe. He had to curl his fingers into a fist to keep from stripping it from her body and baring her to his gaze, right there in the open doorway.

"Do you really want to talk about it in the hallway?" he asked.

She looked from him to Chase again. Whatever Chase did, the damned maniac, had her lips twitching with amusement.

He turned in time to catch his brother ducking his head and rubbing his hand around the back of his neck. Chase didn't need to make her fucking laugh. All he had to do was his part. Be here, help Cam maintain his emotional distance while they drove her crazy with pleasure.

"Fine." She breathed out slowly before moving back and opening the door fully. "Come on in. I was just having a glass of wine and thinking about jerks. You'll fit right in, Cam."

Damn, she hadn't changed as much as he had feared she had.

They stepped into the roomy sitting room, as she strolled—glided—all those graceful moves women made when they walked across the floor. But she did it better than any other woman he had ever known.

"The suite's nice," Chase commented, clearing his throat as he glanced between Cam and Jaci. "You should know I picked it out."

She lifted her brows in mock surprise. "You have very good taste, Chase. I've always said that about you."

"Most women do." His cockiness was going to get on Cam's nerves any minute.

Cam threw his brother a hard, warning glare and only received a chuckle in return.

Jaci picked up her wine as she curled herself into the corner of the couch and stared back at them. She knew. He stared into her eyes, watched her gaze flicker, and he knew that she knew exactly why he was there.

It was eating him alive. For years, the memory of that one night had been like a slow, eating cancer, destroying his mind. He had fucked other women. He had taken them, he had danced with them, he had made small talk with them. But Jaci had always been there. Her laughter, her smile, the heat of her kiss, the shock in her eyes when she realized Chase was the man between her thighs, licking with greedy abandon as Cam filled her mouth with his cock.

That memory had the power to destroy his self-control at any given time.

"And what do you say about me?" Cam couldn't hold the question back. For a moment, just a moment, jealousy ate into him. He didn't need Chase flirting with her, showing her everything Cam wasn't.

She turned to him, and what flashed in her eyes stilled the jealousy, the brewing anger.

"That you're the jerk," she stated with mocking conviction.

And for the first time, Cam almost smiled. Because she didn't mean it. He could see the fine tremor in her hands as she brought the wineglass to her lips. The throb of her pulse beating out of control against her neck. And that flush. The light stroke of color on her face that indicated arousal, anticipation, curiosity.

"I've always said that about him, too," Chase assured her as he moved across the room to the bar and poured himself a whisky. "I knew you were a smart girl, Jaci."

Cam shrugged his jacket from his shoulders and tore at the tie around his throat. And her eyes never left him. Her fingers tightened around the wineglass and her tongue stroked over her lips nervously.

"What happened to seduction?" she finally asked, as she heard Chase's muttered curse from across the room.

"Did you know we were here in Alexandria?" Cam asked her then.

"I knew."

"Did you know we worked for Ian?"

She inhaled roughly. "Not until tonight."

"Do you have any idea how much I want you, Jaci?"

He was burning alive for her. His cock was so hard, he wondered if he would survive without fucking her this time—or if he could live through another night of jacking off and needing the touch of her body so much that the need was nearly violent.

"Like I said, what happened to seduction?"

"Was it something he was ever good at?" Chase asked her then. "If I remember correctly, I'm the nice guy, he's the sidekick."

She glanced at Chase before bringing her gaze back to Cam slowly. "He was never the sidekick."

Satisfaction surged inside him. Everyone knew Chase was the one with the smooth lines and the charm. He convinced the women they needed both brothers at once, while Cam watched, waited, and added to their pleasure—then left them to Chase's smooth maneuvers, once the bed play was finished.

"So, you just show up at my hotel room and expect me to spread myself open to your combined lusts?" She arched her brow mockingly, but her eyes, green and brown with hints of blue, darkened at the thought.

"Chase seduces, if that's what you need first." He had to clench his teeth at the thought of waiting. He needed to be inside her. Now. Fuck charm and seduction.

"And what will you do while he seduces me?"

Her nipples were hard. They pressed against the silken material of the robe, tight and budded with arousal.

"I'll watch." His voice sounded harder, more guttural then he had ever heard it himself. "And go crazy for you. I'll remember the sight of the head of my cock buried between your sweet lips, and the pleasure on your face as my brother licked at the sweetest cream in the world. And go crazy, because right now, nothing in the world is as important as burying myself inside you."

Her face flushed brighter as he talked. The pulse at the side of her throat picked up its pace and her eyes grew wide, almost dazed, almost seduced.

"But it has to be both of you?"

It had to be. He couldn't accept it any other way. Any other woman, he'd be damned if it mattered; however he fucked her was fine. But with this woman? This woman had the power to destroy him, and he knew it. It had to be both of them, because it was the only way to claim her and still retain a hold on himself.

"Jaci." There was no way to explain, but so many ways he wished he could. "It will give you more pleasure than you can imagine. I swear that to you."

It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for any woman, and he knew it. Chase had warned him for months that it wouldn't be enough for her now, any more than it would have been before.

"It's been seven years since I've seen you, Cam," she whispered then, rising to her feet as her expression suddenly turned somber. "We're not the same people we were then. You can't just expect me to jump into bed with you."

He had expected that. He had known she wasn't that easy, wasn't the sort of woman who just took sex in stride. But he wasn't just any other man, either. And seven years was seven years too long, with this need raging inside him.

"I let what belonged to me slip through my fingers then," he stated as he moved toward her, watching her stiffen, watching her eyes dilate and darken. "You were mine, Jaci. Look at you. You still want me, just as damned badly as I want you. And this time I won't let you slip away from me."

"Cam." Chase's voice was a distant protest.

"All you have to do is say no," he told her, his hands framing her face, feeling the heat and the silk of her flesh as he let his body brush against hers. "Just say no, and it stops."

Her lips parted and his covered them. He pretended she was parting them for his kiss, rather than to whisper that hated word, and for the moment, she went along with him.

Cam felt lust flay his balls as her lips parted. She trembled, and like the virgin she had been seven years before, stood in anticipation as he stared into her eyes and pressed her lips with the kiss.

He didn't devour her, though God knew he wanted to. He needed to. He let his tongue lick over her lips as his arms went around her, drawing her against him. Then he slanted his lips over hers and took what he needed.