Jamie's Revenge

by Jenny Penn

  “I guess you don’t really care about a little hair after all.”

  “You listen, and you listen good, Jamie Traynor. When I get out of these ropes—”

  “What?” She came to a perfect stop with the small clenched opening of her sheath pressing right down over the heated curve of his cock head, taunting him with just a little press before sucking in a breath and withdrawing. “You gonna spank me again, cowboy?”

  She’d stolen his voice with that move and the wench did it again. Laughing at him as he gave over a grunt right along with a flex of his hips upward, she pulled her sweet pussy free when he tried to claim what was his.

  “I don’t think so, Brodie. I might have come for dick, but I didn’t come for yours.”

  She pulled herself back to her knees, spreading her legs a little wider so she could grind against him, angling her hips to assure the little pebbled bud of her clit got the full length rub, Brodie could see the delicate muscle of her neck clench. Jamie wasn’t half as in control as she appeared.

  She’s in heat. In full-on heat and she probably had it worse than either him or his brother. That was just the weakness he could use to get her to do just what he wanted. Jamie might have physical control, but that didn’t mean she had total control.

  Flattening her hands on his chest, Jamie appeared to have completely forgotten him as she worked herself into a fevered pitch. Eyes closed, head straining back, she was the perfect picture of seduction. The harder she pumped, the more she began to slump slightly forward on her weakening arms.

  As they trembled and bowed out, they lowered down the sweet fruit of her breasts until all he had to do was strain painfully forward to capture one. Like a puppet in his hands, she collapsed downward, offering him all of her tempting flesh to taste. Without his hand, Brodie couldn’t do his best work.

  What he had was pure feral hunger that he unleashed in a torrent over her tender tits, making her mew and lift her hands to position her own breasts for his feasting. Capturing her nipple in the sharp grip of his teeth he twirled it over and over again with his tongue, delighting at the way her hips escalated into a panicked motion of need.

  Letting her breast pop free, Brodie growled out his first command. “Give me that pussy, and I’ll give you the kiss you really need.”

  Instead of whimpering into obedience as he’d anticipated, Jamie’s arms snapped her right back up. For as lust fogged as her gaze remained, the curve on her lips had his balls sweating. He’d underestimated her. His gut clenched with the certainty he’d be paying for that mistake.

  How much caught him the moment she slunk downward. Mesmerized by graceful motion, his breath caught as her legs slid over his thighs. Rising up over his fully-loaded cock, her gaze dipped down for just a second before snapping back up to his.

  The corner of her lip kicked up in a wicked curl as her tongue peaked out in a teasing lick of things to come. This had to be a dream, a really erotic nightmare, because his Jamie…his Jamie didn’t know those moves, because he hadn’t taught them to her yet.

  “Oh, shit!”

  He couldn’t hold that roar back as every single one of his muscles contracted under the impact of that first, flaming lick and she took it all the way to his balls. Before he could even recover the ragged breath he lost, those sweet lips opened up over his tender sack and sucked.

  Then it was on. That wicked tongue went everywhere, that tight little mouth suckled him in the most delicious ways, working over his cock, teasing his head and then straight back to his balls. Relentless in her pursuit to drive him absolutely mad, Jamie used her hands like weapons.

  Pumping him nearly as hard and fast as he ever did, she jerked his dick right to the edge while she tormented his balls. At the last second when he thought he could bear not one more stroke of her hand, she gave him one with her mouth, all the way back to her throat. Then the little vixen swallowed, and Brodie roared as everything rushed to explode.

  Cold, freezing pain, it capped the sudden second right before the beauty of living blossomed in his body. “Son of a bitch.”

  Brodie went instantly back to fighting his binds, outraged beyond control at not being able to do a damn thing, not even touch the gorgeous little body slithering up his. Jamie gave him the full feel, pressing her hard little nipples into his chest as her breasts flattened into soft pillows against his sweaty skin.

  Silky legs parted and snaked around his thighs, letting her steaming cunt kiss the aching length of his cock. Then she rubbed, just like he had her earlier that day, but nothing stopped him from feeling every slick inch of parted pussy as it licked down his hardness. Jamie groaned, levering herself up slightly on her hands to generate even more mind-bending friction as she ground and pumped herself against him.

  Brodie didn’t let himself be fooled this time. “You go on and take your revenge, Jamie, because it’s going to be returned to you twofold.”

  That had her going back to still as her gaze focused on the challenge he’d just issued. There came that smile again, and silently, Brodie did curse himself for making his situation even worse, but he just couldn’t let it go. No matter how much punishment he rained down on her for this night, in his gut he knew tonight would stick in his mind but good for the rest of his life.

  As if to see that fate, his angry goddess rose right up over him. Bringing her knees to span just below his shoulders, she put on the best damn show he’d ever seen. Oh, yeah…he didn’t care if she had curls. The way she spread her legs right over his head, he could see everything.

  Everything, thanks to the slender fingers that slid down the sides of her pussy lips and parted them. Brodie swallowed, mesmerized by the slight flex he could see her tiny opening making. It begged to be filled, and before Brodie’s bulging gaze, Jamie intended to fill it…with one of those damn toys.

  Brodie growled at the sight of his woman taking in any cock other than his own. “Stop playing with that thing, Jamie. I got something twice as long and three times as thick to give you.”

  The little minx still didn’t speak other than to let out a sensual groan as she fed the full length of the carved penis straight up into her sheath. Her whole body arched with the penetration, enjoying the fullness with a primitive roll and flex as she fucked her little toy slowly into her.

  It inflamed every indignant bone in Brodie’s body to be stuck watching that pathetic toy do what only he had a right to do…and she didn’t even do it right, not nearly hard enough or fast enough. Wait until he showed her how it was done. That single driving need had him straining as far as he could, accepting the pain in every joint on his left side to barely be able to reach and tickle the edge of her pussy with the tip of his tongue.

  Reacting as if he’d lashed her with a whip, Jamie jerked right up and cast him an alarmed look. In that gaze, Brodie knew he’d been the first man to ever give her that kind of lick. The sudden, sure knowledge soothed the savage edges of his lust. Focusing on enlightenment instead of revenge, he strained for another taste.

  Spicy and delicious, his real reward came when Jamie caved with a whimper and dropped her weeping cunt onto his open mouth. Brodie didn’t hesitate to take all the advantage he could.

  * * * *

  Jamie didn’t know if she would survive her own games. It felt like a naked flame had seared over her sensitive skin at the first pass of Brodie’s tongue through her splayed slit. She shouldn’t have used the thickest toy she had. It made the inside of her sheath burn with the most amazing sensations at being stretched so wide.

  Her entire mound vibrated with the tension, and Brodie’s sneaky little tongue curling around her clit had her gasping as she jerked her sensitive flesh away from the fire. Clenching the top rail of the head board in her fist, she stared at the thick, hairy wrist twisting between them. Bound by rough rope, she could see the raw marks it left on Brodie’s skin as he fought to loosen them even as he stretched up and covered her mound with his kiss.

  It must have strained every one of h
is muscles to reach her, and he unleashed that stress on her delicate skin. Raining nibbling, sucking kisses all around the flexed opening of her cunt, Brodie had her gasping out little mews as the top rail sank lower and lower in front of her.

  Her thigh muscles had liquefied under the glorious bolts of pleasure shooting through her with every succulent kiss, until they slid so wide her pussy rested right on top of Brodie’s mouth. He closed his lips right over her clit and sucked. Shrieking, she tried to claw her way back up the headboard, but she had no strength in her bones.

  Then she didn’t want to as he twirled and licked, her clit making her whole world pop with the most amazing sensations. It never felt like this before. Her whole body vibrated with the spasms coming from deep inside her womb. Her determined muscles tried to force the cock filling her to shift and stroke. The insatiable need drove her to arch her back and blindly reach behind to find the end of the toy.

  Slipping over its wet rim, her fingers clenched around enough of the edge to pull it back. Gasping, her whole body flexed with the rhythm as she got a surer grip. Fucking herself, she didn’t feel the pain of stretching or the strain as her muscles pumped her faster and harder into Brodie’s kiss every time she stuffed herself full of her toy. All Jamie could focus on was straining toward the release that glimmered into life around her.

  At first a sparkle, the sensation exploded into soul blinding rapture. Screaming and rattling the headboard, Jamie tumbled into the best climax she’d ever experienced and collapsed into a sweaty mess on top of Brodie.

  Oh, God, that had been good. She could just pass right out and might have if Brodie hadn’t reminded in part of why it had been so much better than ever.

  “Why don’t you slide that little toy out of your cunt and let me pack you full of something a whole lot better?”

  Brodie’s growled suggestion held equal parts aggression and frustration, making her smile a dreamy, little smile. That was their problem now because she had already started to feel a whole lot more relaxed and at ease than she had in days. Now, she could actually enjoy her moment of ultimate victory, assured that no matter what came, Brodie and Caelen would remember this night forever.

  Lifting up onto her elbows, Jamie shared her smile with Brodie, rubbing it right into his lips before she rolled off his side and off the bed. Reaching down, she pulled the toy free, intensely aware of the dark gaze tracking her every move. Making sure to put a cocky swing in her hip, Jamie strutted around to place the cream-sticky toy right down on the table next Caelen’s side of the bed.

  Pressing a quick kiss to his twitching cheek, she left him with a message. “Feast on that, Caelen.”

  Even through the gag, she could see him snarl in response to that taunt. Jamie ignored him. Lifting her robe off the floor, she shrugged into the garment before lifting up the knife she’d liberated from their things. The pride she felt at pulling off her outrageous scheme dwindled in the sudden onset of nerves now that her rule had come to an end.

  The trickiest part of her plan had always been the ending. Now all she had to do was release them and still manage to escape. Even as sure as she had been that this would work, she still quivered slightly as she stared at the knife.

  In her visions she’d handled this moment with a calm, sophistication due a woman of her professional expertise. Unfortunately, though, her past experiences had never involved moments like this. Still, she couldn’t leave them tied like this to the bed for Linc to freak out over in the morning.

  Getting away with it was half the thrill, and now that moment had come. She didn’t dare cut through their binds, but with hands that shook for the first time in her life, Jamie did saw about half way through Caelen’s.

  He was squirming, and she could see the fibers snapping. That’s all it took to have her throwing the knife clear and running as if Satan breathed down her neck. A fate worse than what Linc would bring down on her head chased her all the way up the porch and right through the main house.

  Jamie didn’t even try to be quiet as she took the stairs two at time to make it all the way to the second floor. Only once she had the safety of Bridgette’s door at her back did Jamie relax enough to take a breath and realize that she’d gotten away with it.

  Smothering her giggles, she felt almost too good and ready to go sleep. It took a moment to slip back into her nightgown before curling under the covers. Sleep eluded her and so did silence as she tried to keep her laughter contained.

  “I’m glad you made it back safely,” Bridgette sighed deep from the other side of the bed. “But if you ever sneak out of this bed again, I’ll lock the door and leave you to them.”

  Chapter 12

  Linc bit down into his toast and chewed slowly as his gaze snapped from one side of the table to the other. Something had happened. Something had gone on behind his back. If that didn’t rub him raw enough, the sure knowledge that it had been Jamie who had gotten up to no good certainly did.

  He expected at some point for Brodie and Caelen to best him. Hell, he’d gotten lucky so far, as they hadn’t decided to make it a two on one fight, which they’d no doubt win given they had pure rage and lust fueling their blood. That volatile mixture had been on simmer for the past few days, but this morning it radiated out of the twins in sheets of heated tension that clashed with Jamie’s smug smirk.

  Whatever she’d done, Linc didn’t think he could hold back his brothers’ response once they settled on it. She’s gone and pissed off the dogs now. That’s what Angus would have said if he’d been around. Of course, if his older brother had been at the ranch, Jamie probably wouldn’t have slipped by Linc so easily.

  In trying to wear his brothers out enough to keep them from trouble, Linc suffered too. Only they didn’t have a pregnant wife to come home and deal with. If Sheridan’s theory had been that Jamie would help comfort Bridgette in her time of need, he’d been well off the mark.

  Since Jamie’s arrival, Bridgette had seemed more tense, more stressed. Linc didn’t have to wonder why. From the way his wife’s disapproving gaze remained focused on Jamie, he knew Bridgette knew what had happened.

  “You’re not very hungry this morning, Brodie.” Linc silently growled as his little sister-in-law taunted his brother. “What’s wrong? You have too much to eat last night?”

  Whatever that reference was, and Linc didn’t think he really wanted to know, it had Brodie’s chair flying backward across the kitchen as he shot to his feet. Linc moved just as fast, tipping his own chair over as he lifted to his feet.

  “Brodie’s had enough to eat,” Linc answered for him, pinning his younger brother with a hard look. Not that Brodie’s gaze broke from Jamie’s to notice. “In fact, it’s time for us to get a move on, isn’t it?”

  Brodie didn’t agree, but he didn’t disobey. Slowly, with a pointed sense of ‘until later’ implied in the gesture, his brother turned and stormed from the kitchen. Linc didn’t even have to say his name. Caelen silently followed Brodie, leaving Jamie with a look that even Linc could read.

  Nobody said a word as the heavy thumps of the twins footsteps echoed down the porch. Then the beautiful morning gave into a strained tension, as Bridgette cast Jamie annoyed glances, and Jamie tried to smother her smirk. Linc had had enough of both women.

  “Okay, I want to know what happened, and I want to now.” He brought that heavy demand down on Jamie’s head, but all she offered him was a politely confused smile.

  “What happened? When?”

  Just like when she’d been a kid. Jamie didn’t have the sense to understand when she’d pushed things too far. Her sister, thankfully, tended to be more practical.

  “Bridgette?”

  That earned him a quick glance, but Bridgette couldn’t hold his gaze. “Honestly, I’d tell you if I knew, Linc.”

  He believed that, but he also knew she’d only answered the one question he asked. Bridgette had split her loyalties, being both faithful to Jamie and honest to her husband. He could have pressed, but
Linc knew better ways to get the story. With a slow nod, he let the matter drop.

  “Fine then, ladies, have it your way. I guess I have some work to get to.” Circling the table to drop a kiss on his wife’s lips, he scowled as he noticed the pain fogging her chocolate eyes. “You okay?”

  “I’m fine.” Now, that he knew to be a lie, especially when she gave him the patronizing pat on the arm. “Just a little tired.”

  “Uh-huh.” The problem with having a wife as stubborn as Bridgette is she didn’t tend to let a man do his job and see to her needs. “Well, I’ll be back later in the morning to check on you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  That got him a quick kiss, but the smile wore off his face as he turned to his little sister-in-law. “And you, I’m going find out just what it is you did, and trust me, my punishments ain’t fun.”

  That had worry in Jamie’s gaze, and Linc considered that little enough consolation for all she’d put him through these past few days…and what she was about to put him through. Lifting his hat off its hook, he smashed it onto his head and shoved out the screen porch door. Making his way down the steps, he whistled off like he’d normally do as he headed toward the barn.

  Only, this morning, he put an arch into his path that circled him around the back of the house. Well out of way of the women’s view and hearing, he hopped the porch railing and silently sidled back up to the kitchen’s door.

  “You are playing a dangerous game with those boys.” Linc smirked at the heat in Bridgette’s tone. At least somebody gave Jamie what she deserved. Not that Jamie ever respected good advice.

  “Oh, please. I can handle those two.”

  “No, you can’t. You’re issuing challenges you don’t know how to back up, and don’t you roll your eyes at me, young lady. I don’t give a shit what you learned in that parlor house for the last five years. I don’t care if you are a damned Madame. You’re also a virgin.