The tapping stopped, replaced by her fingers sliding across his chest, up his neck and finding purchase in his hair. The tug of her fingers could be felt all the way to his groin. His cock stirred, he had to have her again. This time though he wanted to play. Make her breathless and begging for him to slide his dick into her wet, needy pussy.
He pulled her up his body shifting them onto their sides. Aligning their faces. As he peppered her lips and face with kisses he slid his hand down along her side. Exploring every dip and curve she had to offer. He stopped at her left breast plucking and pinching until the nipple tightened pulling a low moan from her.
Skimming his hand further down he grabbed her left thigh, draping it over his hip opening her to his questing fingers.
He combed through the small patch of neatly trimmed hair on her mound before finding her clit with his middle finger. Swirling lightly over the growing knot.
She whimpered under his lips as he thrust two fingers into her wet pussy, dragging his palm over the needy knot.
Her clit plumped beneath the palm of his hand, continuing his onslaught with slow grinding strokes, two thick fingers buried deep in her pussy. Gasps of pleasure burst from her kiss-swollen lips.
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.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“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.
CHAPTER TWELVE
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.
Running to the pump house he busted the doors open, hooking up the hose he switched the electric pump on. Dragging it as far as he could he sprayed what he could in a hope to keep the flames at bay.
Seconds later Corrine and MJ burst out of the woods, coming to a stop next to him.
“Shift and get dressed,” he yelled, the crackle of fire and hissing water drowning most of what he said. “I called the fire department already. Should be here soon.”
Both big cats tore off around the main house.
Damn he hoped it wouldn’t take long for help to get here.
Back in human form and dressed, Corrine and MJ sprinted toward him, buckets of water from the house in their hands.
As Corrine approached, Sam caught her eyes. The utter devastation in them tore at his heart. Her business and dreams were going up in flames. Just like her relationship with Jett did that morning. This had to be the worst day of her life.
Jett drove on autopilot back to Corrine’s place. His mind too filled with thoughts of his mate. He needed her back. He heard her call out to him as he left her place. He just needed to leave and get away from Sam before he hurt him further.
That was the only thing on his mind as he walked away.
It was a mistake to leave the house like he did. He should have stayed and talked it out with her brother like he planned. When Sam made that comment about thinking the first shifter he’d been with was his mate, something in him snapped, he’d punched the man then wondered if he was right.
Once he made it back to his condo it hadn’t taken long to figure out he was being an ass again. Allowing Sam to make him feel unworthy, doubting he was good enough. He wasn’t the same young, fast-talking, skirt chasing, no-strings attached man he was when they were younger.
He was at the top of his field making great money. Owned his own place, along with the boring grown up car. Hell, he was a member of one the oldest shifter bloodlines of their species.
If he wasn’t good enough for Corrine, no one was.
He couldn’t forget the most important thing. She was his mate. The one meant to be with him forever, that called to his human and tiger side. She held his fragile beating heart in her hand.
So caught up in thought, the horn blaring behind him took him off guard. Glancing into the rearview mirror, the flashing lights of a f
ire truck nearly blinded him. He drifted off to the side, waiting until they passed.
Minutes later he was pulling into the driveway, noticing the large red fire truck. Panic struck through his heart. Firemen slowly packed up their gear, none the worse for wear. The bakery sat smoldering behind them. Forgotten by everyone except the lone woman standing a few yards in front of it.
Jumping out of the car he made is way to Corrine. Taking a moment to notice MJ standing off to the side, Sam’s arm wrapped around her shoulders as she openly sobbed. A whisper of relief echoed through him knowing both were safe.
Snapping his attention back to the dejected form of his mate, the ache in his chest grew with each step closer. Stopping behind her, he wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened momentarily then relaxed. Allowing her body to mold to him. Allowing him to comfort her.
“It’s gone,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry, baby. What happened? You weren’t inside when it started were you?” He placed a kiss on top of her head trying to keep the panic at bay. Tightening his arms around her to reassure him she was okay. The thought of her being in the bakery when it caught fire stopped the air in his throat.
“No. We weren’t inside.” Her head turned toward Sam and MJ. “We were out running. Sam was doing whatever. I don’t really know. He said he smelled smoke and came out to find the bakery burning. By the time MJ and I got here half of it was engulfed and Sam was trying to douse the flames. It didn’t work.”
“Do you know how it started?”
She shuddered against him. Something was wrong. He could tell by the way she held her body.
“The fire chief said it was set deliberately. Arson. I don’t know who would do this to me,” she sobbed.
Jett turned her in his arms. Pressing her head against his chest. Soaking up her tears with his shirt. Not caring if anyone was watching them.
The fire crew finished packing up, the chief stopped by to let them know an investigator would be coming out later to start going through things.
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