Her eyes widened at his vow. Jace tightened his hold, pressing her even closer with his words. “We’re going to touch heaven together, Amanda. You and I. Don’t you want to take that trip with me?”
Jace didn’t expect an answer, knowing she probably couldn’t even form one. He felt the shudders quivering beneath her tense muscles. The shallow pants rubbed her breasts into his chest with a rapid rhythm that drove him insane.
Damn, but he wanted to see those hard little nipples, feel them rubbing against his chest as she writhed beneath him in need. To see, touch, and taste all the soft skin from the delicate curve of her ear to her pretty, pink pussy Cody shaved for their eating pleasure.
If Amanda didn’t stop those enticing little motions, he’d drag her ass right off the dance floor to his truck where she’d be lucky to make it back to the ranch fully clothed. Jace wouldn’t be able to wait before pulling over and letting his cock take a dip in the liquid depths of the pussy well he could smell creaming for him. Apparently, his words had the desired effect.
The last thing Jace expected was for Amanda to jerk backward out of his arms. Where she got the strength for such a move, he didn’t know. Without a word, she left him standing alone with his erection and a grim view of his own future.
Chapter 13
Fresh air in the form of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the musky odor of too many people filling such a small amount of space helped clear Amanda’s head. It did little for the desire Jace stroked to life with all his inappropriate musings. So much for the quiet brother. Jace Reese obviously had a wild, wicked, dirty imagination and a hell of a nerve.
It might not be right, but Cody’s brother had made Amanda hot, and now she needed a man—Cody, not Jace. Taking Jace up on his offer would be wrong, but pretending Cody was Jace…Would be wrong.
Amanda ignored her inner conscience as she looked for Cody. She didn’t have look hard. He retreated back to the pool table to loom in the shadows with Knox. Both stared intently in her direction, watching as she came toward them. It made Amanda pause.
There was something more reflected in Knox and Cody’s gazes than idle interest. Speculation and some other emotions Amanda couldn’t identify at a distance drew all their features tight. They’d been watching the scene between Jace and her unfold and…what? Waiting to see her response? Was this some kind of test?
The idea normally would have sent her into a full rage. Nobody screwed with Amanda. She’d take a piece out of Cody’s hide to make sure he understood, right after she finished molesting him.
That’s right. Amanda picked up her step again. No master and pet games tonight. Cody violated the rules of their arrangement the moment he unleashed his brother on her. Forget the fact he hadn’t wanted her to dance with Jace. Cody had known what Jace had intended to do, and he certainly didn’t warn her well enough.
At least Cody didn’t make her walk all the way over and endure the hawkish gaze of his older brother. Bad enough to know Knox had observed everything from a distance. Amanda really didn’t need the added humiliation of seeing his smirk up close.
Cody met her in the middle of the bar. His hand latched on to her arm as he turned her toward the door. “Ready to go?”
She didn’t answer, but apparently none was needed. Amanda didn’t trust what would come out of her mouth, so she kept her lips tightly pressed together as Cody escorted her out of the bar and into his truck.
The whole ride back to her place, Amanda remained silent, stewing. Her wild thoughts and unspoken accusations fueled her anger. The fiery indignation melded with the arousal infusing her blood and driving her desires to desperate levels.
Amanda managed to maintain her sanity with the silent reminder that while they were in the truck they were also technically still in public. Nobody might have been looking, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be seen.
The click of her front door closing, of the lock setting into place, snapped the last remnants of her composure, and she turned on Cody. Pinning him to the door, she didn’t give him a chance to object as she went to her tiptoes to slam her mouth over his.
Their kiss went wild as he returned her ravenous fever. Her hands were all over his body, trying to rid him of the clothes in her way. Her fingers fumbled with his small shirt buttons, and she’d have ripped the material out of her way if Cody hadn’t taken control of the situation.
With a smooth motion, he turned her until her back pressed against the hard, uneven surface of the door. A hard male body fit itself perfectly into her front, and Amanda was helpless but to rub herself against him.
Ah, God, Cody felt good. Every ridge of cut muscles teased her as she rotated against him. She needed more, needed to feel every single one of those sensations flesh to flesh. Amanda grasped the edges of her own shirt, clawing at the material as she fought to free herself from its confines.
His hands lifted, and a second later, the sharp sound of fabric being ripped cut through the silence of the night. Her shirt ended up in rags on the floor. Barely a breath later, her bra joined the pile.
Cody didn’t stop until her entire outfit was nothing more than a soft pile pooled at her ankles, leaving her sensitive skin exposed to the rough rasp of his fully clothed body.
Amanda whimpered and gasped, completely lost in the wonderful friction created by rubbing into him. The tiny sparks rippling over her skin merged into waves of pleasure flooding her body with full-sized quakes of need. Cody chased her tremors with his lips. Lifting her up, he dragged her heated skin past his roving mouth.
Holding her firmly in place, he devoted his attention to the swollen globes of her breasts. He licked, sucked, and bit one straining tip, making her scream and buck within his grasp. Cody growled, his fingers tightening on her arms as his lips shifted to her other nipple. Tormenting it with the same wicked delights, he feasted, roving from breast to breast.
Only when both breasts ached from his ravishing did Cody finally release her nipples. His attention lowered even as his hands lifted her off her feet. Amanda felt the unforgiving ridges of the door press into her back as she slid up its hard surface. She didn’t need his hands directing her thighs over his shoulder. The sudden instability of her position had Amanda bracing herself against Cody’s strength.
It was only the heated breath wafting over the intimate folds of her pussy that distracted her. The nerves making her stomach roll clenched with tension at the soft brush of Cody’s hair against the inside of the thigh.
Oh, God, she’d never been this vulnerable or this damn excited. She was completely exposed and totally at his mercy. Amanda already knew Cody had none.
His hands trailed a slow, tantalizing path down her sides and over the curve of her hip to melt her thigh muscles. The small lure worked, and Amanda twisted with her need for more, lifting her cunt straight up into his waiting kiss.
Amanda forgot everything at the first soft brush of his lips over hers. A gentle “hello,” Cody’s tongue swept out to lick straight up her slit. Stealing the breath right out of her, he feasted. Her own name got lost in the whirlwind of pleasure spiraling through her body. So powerful, the rapture threatened to drive her completely insane before release came.
Then it hit. Amanda’s climax broke with such force, she couldn’t tell if she was flying or falling. She didn’t care, either. The world spun, faded from her reality along with her own screams. The only thing remaining was a sea of pure, undiluted ecstasy.
The trip wasn’t over. Amanda didn’t know if she was standing or lying. No part of her body could get a message through the chaos of celebration coming from her pussy as his thick, hard cock pumped itself deep into her.
Just as she needed, Cody took her hard and fast, fucking her with an unleashed savagery that spoke volumes of his loss of control. Never had Amanda felt so powerful, desirable, and completely helpless. Her own body reverted back to its primitive instincts, bucking under his rhythm and spiraling the tempo into a frenzy.
Her second climax
rode out of the still-quaking dust of Amanda’s last one. It spiderwebbed through her body, igniting every cell with pleasure until she vibrated all the way to her soul with joy. Every part of her rejoiced, calling out to the lover who gave her such pleasure.
“Jace!”
* * * *
Cody collapsed on top of Amanda. Every single one of his muscles spasmed under the impact of his own release. It was difficult to breathe, much less think. Still, through the blinding haze of soul-deep satisfaction, one word echoed back at him.
Jace. That bastard.
Ah, hell. At least I got his rewards.
That amounted to something. He also had the opportunity to tease Amanda. Cody smiled. Yeah, he had the upper hand on guilt right now. After all, he just treated Amanda to a deluxe round of fucking, and she called out another man’s name. Even by her warped standards, Cody should be due something. But what?
He had a long list of wants to choose from. First, he had to get Amanda into the bedroom and a more appropriate setting than against the front door. God’s honest truth, Cody didn’t have the strength to carry her there. She’d have to walk, and knowing Amanda, he bet all she wanted to do was take a nap.
He’d have to stoke some fire back into her body if they were going to get to his reparations. Cody knew just what needed to be done.
“My name is Cody.”
Big, beautiful eyes opened all dazed and foggy. “What?”
“I’m Cody,” he repeated, waiting for her to take the hint.
It didn’t take long. “I know that.”
“You called me Jace.”
Amanda tensed. “I did not.”
“Yeah,” Cody nodded. “When you climaxed, you screamed out my brother’s name.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Amanda wiggled, trying to get free. Since he wanted her to get her ass into the bedroom, he pulled back, letting her go.
“It’s all right, you know,” Cody said as he adjusted his jeans. “I can call him up, if you want. I’m sure he’d be glad to come over and—”
“Shut up,” Amanda snapped, stumbling on legs he could see wobbling. “God, you are such an ass.”
“Oh, come on.” Cody grinned. “It could be a lot of fun taking both of us on. Just imagine what it would feel like to have two mouths and four hands touching, caressing you all over. Not to mention being filled from both sides by—”
“Don’t,” Amanda growled huskily, telling Cody he’d gotten to her.
“I’m just offering you a fantasy come true, or maybe you would prefer me to insist.”
“That’s not funny!”
“I’m not joking.”
“You are such a bastard.” Amanda turned and stormed off toward her bedroom, still yelling at him the whole way. “Get your ass out my door and go home until you learn to grow up.”
She punctuated her command by slamming the bedroom door. Like he was really going to leave. Cody smirked. He’d gotten what he wanted out of the argument. Amanda was now wide awake and in the bedroom. Time to get his due.
Chapter 14
Sunday, June 29th
Jace stared at the chessboard in an attempt to avoid staring at Amanda. Never had he seen one so empty when the game was still on. No pieces remained but his king and knight and Amanda’s king. A more mature, experienced player would have conceded defeat. Not Amanda.
For the last fifteen minutes, they pointlessly circled their pieces around the board. If something didn’t snap soon, they’d be doing this for another fifteen minutes. Jace really didn’t want to spend all morning trying to corner her king.
Despite his annoyance at her refusal to admit the obvious, Jace had to admit she impressed him. The first three games went faster. She was playing offensively then, and a part of him felt a strange sense of pride at how quickly she picked up the strategy.
This last game, though, she reverted to defensive. Damn if she hadn’t mastered the technique to perfection. Amanda had brought the entire game to a standstill and reduced it from a competition of skills to one of wills.
Damn if I’m going to admit defeat just to bring this silliness to an end. Something had to give. Every one of Jace’s nerves strained from holding back the primitive urges her presence aroused. A five minute conversation would have been no problem, but this had been a torturous three hours of drowning in her sweet, apple-scented perfume.
Jace’s stomach clenched every time she sucked in her lower lip as she concentrated. Amanda’s stubbornness made him hot, and all her sexy little gestures were driving him nuts. She leaned in to move her king, and the flimsy little sundress she wore caught on the edge of the table. Caught between the wood and the luscious, sweet softness of her breasts, the material stretched and strained, threatening to reveal more than Jace’s sanity could withstand.
He’d either yank her right across this table and bury his face in her bosom, or Jace could admit he’d been beaten. “Defeat.”
“What?” Amanda’s big eyes rounded and blinked innocently up at him.
Innocent my ass.
“What do you mean? Are you conceding defeat?”
“Hell, no.” Jace regained what little sense he had left and glared at her untrustworthy sweetness. “I’m calling it for you because you’re just too damn stubborn to say the word yourself.”
“You can’t do that.” Amanda laughed. “If it’s my defeat, then I have to call it.”
“Fine then,” Jace growled.
How long had it been since a woman made him do that? How long had it been since one eroded his common sense and made him want to hunt her down, pin her beneath him, strip her bare, and make her beg? Hell, none of them had ever made him feel this way.
“I claim victory.” Jace needed to escape before he gave into the feral desires stirring to the surface.
“You haven’t won.”
“I have more pieces than you.”
Amanda snorted. “I didn’t think that was how you won at chess.”
“With only your king left, you can’t win.” Jace relished pointing that out.
“I could take your knight and it would be a draw.”
She could wish. “I don’t think so.”
“Well,” Amanda shrugged, “I guess we’ll have to continue playing so I can prove you wrong.”
“The hell you will.”
“What are you two arguing about?” Knox barked as he muted the TV. Rousing from the depths of the leather sofa, he turned to glare over at the gaming table.
“We’re not arguing,” Amanda responded, sounding too polite and reasonable for Jace’s peace of mind.
“Well, I am. You lost.”
“Not yet.”
Cody shoved off the sofa with a shake of his empty glass. “I’m going to get some more tea. Anybody want—” Cody’s words stopped, and he took note of the chess board. “Look at that board.”
“Yes, look at it,” Jace demanded. “All she has left is her damn king. She can’t win.”
“But I cannot lose.”
“What the hell? Not lose?” Jace snorted, rolling his eyes. “I have a knight. It’s only a matter of time.”
“I could take your knight.”
“Who says?”
“I do.”
“You wish.”
“Now, now, children,” Cody crooned. “Calm down, it’s only a game. I know. Why don’t you two arm wrestle to see who wins?”
Amanda’s eyes narrowed on Cody. “Now who is being the brat?”
“He was born that way,” Knox stated dryly.
“Just trying to help.” Cody shrugged.
“We don’t need your help,” Jace snapped. “Because I already won.”
Like a damn pit bull with a bone, Amanda wouldn’t let it go. “Not yet.”
Goddamn, the woman just doesn’t know when to quit. Jace lowered his head, clenching his jaw as he fought the need to take this argument to the next level. Amanda tempted Jace to lunge over the table and wrestle her to the ground, t
o pin all her glorious softness beneath him. He knew she’d laugh, and he could hear her laughter turn to moans as their struggle transformed into an embrace.
The image of Amanda naked and kneeling before him rose in his mind. Her breasts bouncing, her head tipped back with her hair falling gracefully down her back. He’d keep her legs parted so he could watch the folds of her pussy swell, blush, and drip with her excitement. Oh, he’d entertained this fantasy too often. Jace knew it well. Now he wanted to hear her moan and beg for him to fuck her with his own ears. He wanted to see his cock lining up with her folds, to watch as his swollen cock head rubbed her clit and teased her into conceding defeat.
Jace!
He’d make her scream his name.
“Jace!” He blinked, focusing in on Cody’s knowing look. “Man, maybe you should walk away.”
Jace jerked back from the table. Without a word, he stormed out of the den.
“Leaving the game constitutes conceding defeat. I win.” Amanda hollered after him, making it that much harder for Jace to keep on walking.
* * * *
“You really are pushing it.”
Amanda rolled her eyes at Cody’s dire tone. So she’d hurt the cowboy’s little ego. Jace would get over it. It certainly wasn’t her fault he couldn’t handle competition.
Yeah, I’m really being a brat, aren’t I? Amanda couldn’t help but feel entitled to a little peevish behavior. After a very late and very active Saturday night, she did the unthinkable and got out of bed early on a Sunday morning. Okay, so it was noon, but she hadn’t fallen asleep until Cody slipped from her bed four hours before.
She’d deprived herself of sleep, and for what? For Cody to all but ditch her with Jace so he could watch some stupid game on TV? Amanda bristled and took her annoyance out on Cody when he muttered, “I should make you go apologize.”
“Make me?” The outrageousness of his arrogance got her out of her chair. “For what?”
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