by Jenny Penn
“I really wish you wouldn’t.”
“Oh.” Linc nodded as if accepting that. “Well, then maybe you’d rather go explain to her just what’s going on here.” Linc pointed to the woman way across the yard. Wrapped in a blanket and glaring at him from across the distance, Caelen shivered at the sight of Bridgette MacAuley.
“Yeah,” Caelen drawled, looking back at his brother. “I don’t want to do that either.”
“Well, I can’t go up there and tell her what I saw unless I shoot you in the balls first, ‘cause you know that’s the only thing that’s going to save mine.”
* * * *
Jamie bit back into Brodie’s leg in a vain attempt to smother the moans cresting the waves of pleasure that rolled through her body. They frightened her with their intensity, with the horror that she actually like this. Being splayed out naked over Brodie’s hard thighs made her feel vulnerable. Just like she’d felt five years ago, but this time the need, the aching pain of lust in her stomach, was much, much worse.
As delicious as the sensations were, the overwhelming power made her feel out of control. Uncertain and unnerved by her body’s response, Jamie couldn’t help but be frightened of the power that Brodie wielded over her. It didn’t matter if she knew better. She’d do anything he asked just to find the end of the frustrating mix of emotions seeping out from her body in waves of heated cream.
It made her whimper in a plaintive plea for just one more when all his hand did was smother possessively over her ass. Brodie, on the other hand, sounded calm and reasonable, even as his hand dipped down between her thighs to brush through her swollen folds and tease her with a little reminder of all that she’d already endured.
“I don’t know what kind of games your former husband put up with.”
Jamie’s head dipped up and sucked a breath in with an audible rush, as he pushed two wonderfully thick fingers into her clenching cunt.
“But I ain’t one to put up with a whole lot of nonsense. This marriage is going to work based off of one rule and one rule only. We command, you obey. Understand?”
He instructed her even as he fucked her, leaving her absolutely no will power to deny him. The only piece of dignity she had left to cling to was barely strong enough to keep her from moaning as he fed her a delicious three-finger stroke.
Jamie released his leg to gasp as her eyes widened over another unexpected blow to her ass. Like a gunshot, it shrieked fiery flames right up her spine. A second wave of intense pleasure chased at its heels, convulsing out of the very center of her womb as her sheath tightened down, and she sucked hard on his fingers.
“Understand?”
“Yes.” Dignity be damned, she couldn’t deny this.
“Okay than, I’ll trust in your word…for now,” Brodie added on with a grim tone.
It matched the motion of his hand as he slid his fingers free. They traced a sticky path between the divide of her rear to pause at her backside’s threshold. Every muscle in Jamie’s body tensed with alarm, as her mind raced to figure out just what he was threatening with that ‘for now’. Surely he didn’t intend to—
“Relax,” Brodie’s voice turned calm and reassuring as he ran a soothing hand up her spine. “It’s all right darlin’, just relax. I ain’t going to do nothing to you that you won’t enjoy.”
Jamie couldn’t stop trembling. The tension vibrated in her voice as she whispered, “promise?”
“I promise, Jamie. I ain’t never going to pause you pain,” Brodie swore solemnly. “You believe me, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Despite the fact that her ass still burned from his punishment, she did. Brodie hadn’t hurt her, just the opposite.
“Good then.” Brodie began to press one finger right through her clenched muscles as he continued talking. “Then trust this, darlin’. One day you’re going to take Caelen and me both into this little body of yours, and you’re going to love it. There ain’t no pleasure better for a woman than being packed in on both sides. It’s going to drive you wild, but first we gotta get you stretched. Now this don’t hurt, does it?”
“No.” The word barely broke the air, she let it loose so softly. It didn’t hurt. It felt a little strange and highly embarrassing. All of that sparkled though with a fine sheen of pleasure or perhaps pressure, she couldn’t really tell as Brodie began stroking that finger into her.
It wasn’t the same as when he’d done that to her pussy, but it wasn’t bad either. Jamie arched and moaned slightly as she flexed into the motion. Her squirming brought a chuckle from Brodie, as he slid his hand free. The pat he gave her ass felt almost like an approving pet.
Jamie’s whimper froze on her lips as a red slash of fading sunlight suddenly split wide over her, and the image of brother-in-law, Linc, popped out of nowhere.
“What the hell are you doing?”
* * * *
Brodie released Jamie to go running, screaming for cover as he lifted off the chair to echo his brother’s roar. Not that he expected an answer or intended to give one, other than with his fist. That’s just how he collided with Linc, who went charging off after Jamie.
Brodie might have had pure mad and a bucket load of hormones driving him, but Linc still had thirty pounds on him. Almost bouncing off his brother’s chest, the only thing that stopped Linc was annoyance.
“You son of a bitch!” Linc spat at him right on the tails of a shove that had Brodie given over an inch.
“I’m the son of a bitch? You’re the one ruining my good time.”
“Your good time with my sister.”
That shrill accusation had Brodie going cold and his dick whimpering back into a soft sausage. Linc’s smirk assured him his older brother enjoyed watching Brodie try to shrink before him, but there wasn’t any way to make him disappear. Sucking it up, Brodie turned to watch the pint-sized barrel storming his way.
Behind him, Caelen limped into the threshold, and Brodie didn’t doubt whatever ailed him, Bridgette had delivered. Not any less shy about delivering a punch than Jamie, Bridgette’s had the advantage of actually hurting.
“And just who was having that good time, Brodie MacAuley?” Boom. Walking right into him, she used his future niece or nephew as a battering ram, bumping him back as she bounced the hard belly into him. “You or my sister?”
“I wasn’t doing anything to Jamie that she didn’t like,” Brodie defended himself, but found it awfully hard to match the statement with a firm tone while Bridgette continued to bear down on him.
“Is that so? Well then why isn’t she standing out here defending your sorry ass, Brodie? If you so innocent in all.”
That had a little heat pumping back into his blood. “Maybe because she’s embarrassed that her kin would barge in on such an intimate moment.”
“Oh, don’t you take that tone with me, Brodie. I ain’t in love with your sorry ass, and I ain’t got a problem seeing it whipped for what wickedness you been up to.”
Obviously she hadn’t gotten a look of just what wickedness he’d been enjoying with Jamie, which probably did save him from serious hurt. That didn’t much matter, given the pain he’d be in if Bridgette whisked her little sister out from under his roof.
“Put your mad hat back in the box, little one,” Brodie grunted. “Your daddy gave me permission to spank her.”
“You spanked her?”
Bridgette didn’t focus on what he’d been focused on—her daddy’s permission. Instead, the little hellion turned, looking wildly about, probably for something to be beat him with.
“Where is my sister?”
Even Linc got the hell out of Bridgette’s way, as she went marching for the bedroom door. His older brother sidled up beside Brodie to offer a few words of sympathy.
“You are in so much trouble. I can’t wait to watch the pain.”
“Screw you, Linc,” Brodie muttered back.
“Actually, Brodie, I got a wife to screw me. You’re the one who is about to be stuck screwing himself.”
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br /> Unfortunately, Brodie couldn’t argue that, as Bridgette knocked on the bedroom door. “Jamie? Are you decent?”
In a rush that had Bridgette’s hair lifting in the wind, the door flew open. A warrior goddess wrapped in a sheet breathed fire in the face of Bridgette’s intrusion.
“Decent?” Jamie almost bowed over her sister, pregnant or not. “I am as far from decent as a woman could get. All day long, all it has been is men pawing all over me. First from some upstart dick with a knife and then to Caelen molesting me for the last two hours on the damn ride out here to be stripped down and paddled like an errant child because I don’t want to become Brodie’s whore.”
Linc’s hand hit his chest when Brodie surged forward on a deep breath, intending to confront that accusation. “Let it go.”
It was hard to. About the hardest thing he’d ever done, especially with Jamie carrying on an out-right lie. “And I’ll tell you why I wasn’t out here defending his sorry hide, because Daddy sure as hell didn’t give him no rights. Daddy sent me over here to be with you, but these horny dicks tried to sneak me into their place, and I tell you now, I wasn’t willing to an inch.”
“I’ll show you an inch.” There would be no holding back Brodie at that lie with nothing less than pure force.
Linc had that. By Brodie’s second step, his older brother had turned in front of him to use his entire body as barricade. “Let it go, Brodie.”
“I ain’t going to let nothing go. That girl is lying. Not only did her daddy give me right to see to her discipline—”
“He would never!” Jamie yelled back from behind Linc.
“—but I can guarantee you, Linc, that girl was willing to at least about nine inches.”
“Which just goes to show how I wouldn’t be interested in you, Brodie MacAuley, because that’s a whole lot more than the two you’re packing.”
“I have had it with that mouth of yours, Jamie Traynor. If you want to see the meat, come over here and look, little girl.”
“Why did you have to say that?” Linc breathed out on an exasperated sigh a second before something hit him from behind.
Something hurling wild, obscenity laden insults at Brodie as it tried to claw over his brother to get to him. If only Linc would have let Jamie, then they could have both put their aggression to better use, like fucking it out on the table, and he wouldn’t care who was in the room.
“Damnit, Jamie, calm down.”
Linc tried to reason with the unreasonable, but he quickly saw the futility of that when he turned to actually confront her. As fast and crazy as she was, Jamie almost did make it to Brodie before Linc just gave up any attempt to be gentle. Swooping her off her feet, he swung Jamie just like a sack of feed over his shoulder.
“Okay, little one, I think it’s time we found you some proper clothes.” He’d made it halfway toward the door by the time he finished that statement. Only then did his brother seem to realize he’d left his not-too-happy wife behind.
“Bridgette?”
Brodie admitted it. His sister-in-law scared him a little with that look in her eyes. “If I find out you harmed my sister in any way, Brodie MacAuley…”
Brodie didn’t know where that led to, but he surely didn’t want to go there. He would though. If that’s what it took to get Jamie under his roof, Brodie would have gone to hell for her.
Chapter 8
“I think you actually scared him, Bridgette.”
Jamie giggled at that comment as she wrung out the sponge over the dirty water bowl before dipping it back into the bowl of clean water. Bathing off the day’s dirt and grime behind the screen Bridgette’s husbands had erected for their pregnant wife, Jamie gave into her buoyant sense of victory.
Thank God for Bridgette. Her sister had saved her hide tonight. Better yet, she’d been the backbone to get the revenge Jamie had intended on all along. Instead of being a sweaty rag doll in Brodie’s bed right now, she was loving her freedom and the sure knowledge that both Caelen and Brodie were miserable.
“You’re doomed.” Bridgette’s response held the old note of practicality that had always been at odds with Jamie’s over-the-moon aspirations. “I don’t know what game you’re playing with those boys or why, but you ain’t going to win.”
Jamie rolled her eyes as she finished wiping away the last of the suds clinging to her leg. “Trust me, Bridgette. There is no way I can lose.”
That got a laugh but not a supportive one. “I’m still waiting to hear what it is you’re trying to win.”
Tying off the robe Bridgette had leant her, Jamie came around the screen to find her sister relaxed in her big bed. “Can I tell you a secret?” Jamie asked as she came to perch next to her sister’s side.
“I don’t know.” Bridgette eyed her warily. “That smile normally means you’re going to be keeping me up with worry, and I’m too pregnant to lose any sleep.”
“But you still want to know, don’t you?” Pulling up a leg, Jamie settled in to do the one thing she’d really looked forward to the most these past five years, gossiping with Bridgette.
“Oh, go on and tell me,” Bridgette groaned, rolling her head back on the pile of pillows she had mounded up behind her. “I can tell you’re just bursting to.”
“I never got married.” Jamie couldn’t keep the thrill out of her voice as she leaned in to whisper that. It had Bridgette’s eyes popping open before they could even finish closing.
“What?”
“Yeah.” Jamie nodded, unable to contain her excitement at finally getting to tell somebody the truth. “I never married any Englishman.”
“Jamie Anne Traynor, if this is a joke, so help me God—”
“Don’t you want to know what I’ve been doing?”
“No.”
“I’ve been—”
“No.”
“—running a parlor house.” Jamie nodded when Bridgette’s head shook. She’d gotten her sister good this time, better than ever before. This time she’d rendered her speechless. “That’s right. You are looking at Madame Jamie, mistress of the best little whore house in town.”
“I don’t believe you.” Those words fell out of Bridgette’s mouth as if she didn’t even believe what she said.
“It’s true.”
“No.” Bridgette shook her head. “This is just a tasteless joke, and if you don’t stop with it, I’m going to call Brodie up here to tan your hide again.”
“But I ain’t lying, Bridgette.” Jamie tried to impart her sincerity by turning further into her sister and giving her the most earnest look she had.
“There is no way my sister has been whoring herself—”
“Oh, good God, no,” Jamie snorted. “I’m not for sale, Bridgette. It’s the women who—”
“Jamie, you cannot be a Madame and not be a whore.”
“Sure you can,” Jamie retorted before a shrug. “Hell, I’m a virgin and I’m a—”
“You’re a virgin?” Bridgette gaped.
“Well, I never did get married and—”
“Does Brodie know?”
Jamie didn’t respond for a second, pointedly trying to inform her sister she’d tired of being interrupted. With slow deliberation, just waiting for Bridgette to do it again, Jamie tried to explain. “That would be a stupid thing for me to let him find out, don’t you think?”
“You better tell me just what you are up to, and you can start with how you ended up running a parlor house.”
“Well,” Jamie relaxed back, letting her eyes lift as she searched for a good starting point. No place presented itself better then the beginning five years ago. “When I arrived at Uncle Henry’s house, I found him to be in very bad health…and recently married. I guess he didn’t feel the need to tell Daddy that, didn’t want him to worry. I don’t really think he expected Daddy to send me to him either. I think he just—”
“Jamie…” Bridgette groaned.
“Okay, okay.” Jamie groused, annoyed with Bridgette for not le
tting her tell the story right. “Uncle married a former Madame who figured out that I’d be good for an investment a friend of hers named Robert wanted to start up.”
“Now you’re going too fast,” Bridgette complained.
“Ah! You’re driving me crazy.”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
Jamie sucked in a deep breath and counted to ten. It helped a little, enough that she could almost offer a smile as she tried once again to appease her sister.
“When our uncle married Aunt Elaine, she closed down her very respectable parlor shop with the best girls. Since most of her former customers tended to come from a gentleman’s club located right down a back alley, it left a sort of hole that the club’s owner, Robert, wanted filled. When Elaine met me, she realized that I was just the right kind of woman for that job.”
“Are you serious that this is not a joke?”
Jamie gave a laugh at the hopeful tone in Bridgette’s voice. “Come on, Bridgette, can’t you see how perfect this is. I got this big family of women I get to live with and get to boss men around, and the best thing is none of them dare touch me because they all think I belong to Robert.”
“Which you don’t?” Bridgette might have meant it as a statement, but it came out sounding like a question.
“Robert likes men.” Jamie leaned in to depart that bit in whisper.
“He likes what?”
“Men.” Jamie nodded when Bridgette just stared at her in confusion.
“How does that—never mind,” Bridgette cut across her own question the second Jamie’s lips parted to start the answer. “I don’t want to know. I think I have enough to deal with hearing that my sister runs a whore house.”
“You don’t have to make it sound like that.”
“Why not? That’s exactly how it is.”
“No it isn’t.” Jamie scowled with annoyance. “It’s actually a very fun life. I make a good wage, and all I ever really do is throw parties and handle things when they get a little rough. Thankfully, Brodie, Caelen, and you taught me how to do that just fine.”
