by Jenny Penn
“You got those boys so riled up, they’re going to tear you up, and it ain’t going to be fun. It might just outright hurt. Then what’s going to happen? You gonna be hurt, they’re gonna be miserable, and the truth’s going to come out one way or another. It’s a disaster in the making, and I’m begging you to stop.”
Shock helped Linc control the natural response to barge in and start demanding answers with that watershed of information. Parlor house…virgin…none of it made sense, and their conversation certainly didn’t clarify any of his confusion. One thing he could understand and totally agree with was Bridgette’s assertion.
Brodie and Caelen would tear Jamie up if they got their hands on her and didn’t know she’d never taken a man. It made a difference. A big difference. Not just to how gentle his brothers would need to be, but on the whole problem at hand.
How easy would it be just to tell Brodie and Caelen, then step back and let them have the girl? The good Lord knew he’d tired of trying to keep up with Jamie and his brothers and had obviously failed. Trying to do right got him nothing but grief, so why not let Brodie and Caelen do wrong and take the grief they earned with it.
Shoving away from the wall, Linc left his wife to handle her sister as he sulked off with his own headache. He’d rather not know what he did, just as he’d rather not have to face the options he had.
* * * *
Brodie waited in the shadows of the barn for Linc to show up. Jaw clenched, he worked a bit of leather through his fingers as he rubbed out his restless aggression on its smooth surface. The bright, cheery morning mocked him just as Jamie had all through breakfast.
And what the hell had she been wearing? Nothing decent because apparently, there wasn’t any decency left in his little Jamie. Not that he honestly could object. Even if the golden breast bulging over the low cut of her neck line inflamed his sense of decorum, it also kept him painfully captivated.
Yeah, he liked her clothes. He liked seeing her in them, but what he’d like the most—ripping them right off her body, tying her naked ass to his bed and indulging in days’ worth of wicked fantasies. That could have been considered a fantasy itself a day ago, but this morning it had only become a matter of time.
After last night, Brodie didn’t see any need to hold back any longer. Jamie had set the bar, and now he would break it, right along with Linc if he got in his way.
* * * *
Bridgette wore out of her tirade right along with the rest of her energy, abandoning Jamie not only to the day’s chores, but the guilt she’d hammered into her for the past half hour. Not that Bridgette made it easy to be sympathetic with all her layers of snide comments, but she had the rounded hammer of her swollen belly to pound down any response Jamie might have made in kind.
As wrong as it might have been, Jamie had been thankful when her sister insisted that she had frustrated Bridgette into physical pain. Lumbering up the stairs, muttering to herself, Bridgette left Jamie wasted in her wake, feeling depressingly overwhelmed.
She had just been having fun. Bridgette just didn’t understand. Brodie and Caelen would never hurt her. Besides, how bad could it really be? All the women she’d ever known seemed to like sex. If sex was half the reaping Bridgette describes it as, then how can there be so many people in the world?
Point made and Jamie wouldn’t let her sister’s fretting worry her anymore. Gathering up the baskets, Jamie finally confronted what she’d been avoiding all morning—leaving the safety of the house. Unnerved that Linc hadn’t driven Brodie and Caelen far, far, away from the ranch, Jamie hesitated behind the screen door.
Down the slope, all three men worked in the same corral, branding the junior cattle. Even from the distance, she could see them separating the cows out, one by one, to be run down, roped and pinned to take the pain of the hot iron. It was sweaty, dirty work and not likely to calm Brodie or Caelen’s tempers.
That didn’t mean she had a choice about going down to the root cellar to get the supplies to restock the kitchen shelves. No, she’d had a choice last night, and she’d made it. Hell, she’d made it when she’d decided to come home. There wouldn’t be any turning back now.
Shoving through the screen door, Jamie kept her gaze focused only on the barn as she ignored the eyes she could feel swarming in her direction. With each step their gazes tracked her, unnerving her. They’re just lookin’, because that’s all they can do with Linc around.
That silent assurance didn’t make her feel any safer. Only once she’d propped open the cellar hatch and lowered herself into the cool shade did she gain any sense of protection. Welcoming as the feeling was, it had her dawdling over her task.
Next on the list of chores would be tending the garden. Everything would have to be taken down to the barn to be washed. That would put her in easy striking distance of the twins. Not to mention being out of Linc or Bridgette’s protective sight.
Getting to it later will only make it more dangerous. That worry finally had her lugging the baskets back up the ladder and rushing to get on with all her outside duties. Linc would only be as fresh as he was for as early in the day as it was. That meant she wanted to be good and done before the men broke for their mid-day meal.
Hurrying didn’t make tending the garden go any faster, and the sun had settled squarely overhead by the time she lugged the baskets of vegetables and fruits into the barn. All too aware of the men, she hadn’t failed to take note that they’d nearly finished up with their morning’s chore. They’d break for a meal after, and that would be more opportunity than Jamie wanted to be in the barn to give.
Not caring whether Bridgette bitched at her later, Jamie just upended the baskets into the tub, letting the entire produce tumble out in a crash. Another load got added before she began straining her muscles to pump water just as fast as she could. The moment the tub filled enough, making everything float, Jamie quit.
Going against tradition to leave everything to soak for a while, she had intended to run, if necessary, back to the house. It would have been necessary, but she wouldn’t even get a chance to make it out of the barn. Twirling around only to come to a complete, horrified stop, Jamie’s eyes widened over the sight of Brodie filling the stall door.
In the shadows of the barn, he appeared twice as big as normal…or maybe that had something to do with the rage thundering through his gaze. Jamie swallowed with a lick of her lips, unable to keep her gaze from dipping down over the sweaty shirt clinging to every single one of his flexed muscles. It settled on the impressive bulge denting out of his jeans, making the quivers in her stomach turning into an all-out riot.
It is going to be a reaping. The sight of his oversized, leather gloves chased that thought into fear as her gaze snapped back up. Only it didn’t find his. Brodie’s own chin had dipped, lowering the wide brim of his hat to conceal where his eyes had wandered to. Not that Jamie needed help guessing.
“What did you do? Knocked Linc out, Brodie?” Jamie demanded as she brought the protective cover of her hands to her bosom.
That had his chin lifting, a slight curl turned up one side of his mouth. Without a word, he yanked off his gloves. Slapping them down on top of the piled up laundry barrels, his hat landed on top of them next. When his hands began tugging his shirt right over his head, she didn’t have any doubt of what would go next.
“Don’t you even think about it, Brodie.” God, but she wished her voice wouldn’t squeak out like that. Not that she’d let it shut her up. “I’m not going to be had up against some stall wall just ‘cause you can’t control yourself.”
He smirked at that and shook his head before finally speaking.
“Look at me, Jamie. I’m cut, burned, and bruised.” With each accusation he measured a step forward. Each one she tried to match with a backward retreat but came up short by the wall of the barn.
“I’m sleep deprived after a week of being taunted and tormented by a crazy vixen who has shoved, punched, kicked, pinched, and bit me, and not mention, threatening to de-b
all me with a knife. As if that ain’t enough insult to a man’s pride, I gotta learn this morning that the woman who broke into my house, tied me up and then did me all sorts of wrong is a…virgin?”
Every drop of Jamie’s blood evaporated at that indignant word. She might have been held in a state of suspended terror, but Brodie found something to grin about. She could easily guess where those chuckles came from.
“I gotta tell you, that kind of irritates me because now I can’t give you just what you deserve for last night, but…as wanton and wicked as you are innocent, it’s gonna be a whole lot of fun to see how you end up when I’m done training you.”
“I’m not a horse for you to break for riding.” Jamie might love Brodie, but she’d never be owned by him.
That earned her a small smirk before Brodie did something that left her puzzled. He turned and just walked away, leaving Jamie standing there wondering. Had he actually given up? Had her virginity turned him off as it had last time?
No. She didn’t believe that for a moment. Creeping up to the edge of the stall, Jamie peeked out. The main alley down the old barn shined with the light reflecting off the hay-strewn floor. Though shadows lurked along the sides, she couldn’t see anybody about, but she could feel them watching her.
The situation had gotten further out of hand than Bridgette had predicted and all because her sister had obviously turned traitor. Instead of being riled into rash action, her men had gone to a simmer, no doubt plotting a devious plan. Right now she was supposed to run, but Jamie didn’t expect they’d actually let her get out of the barn.
Fear and panic warred with pride and desire, arguing over whether to make that run or…well, there really wasn’t much of an option but to ignore them, pretend to go about her day, but stay alert, very alert. Not that any of it would probably make a difference on how her day ended, but Jamie went with pride and turned back to the tub.
Starting over every little creak or crack she heard, her dignity bent enough to race through cleaning and loading everything back into the baskets. As much as her instincts urged her to flee, fear made it really hard to finally step out of the stall.
With the water gurgling out of the tub drain, she could barely hear her own steps, let alone those of a predator. Assured that she heard them every other second, Jamie managed a very fast-paced walk with her head swinging in all directions as she approached the barn doors.
Absolutely certain her fate would be sealed before she cleared them, panic overwhelmed her vanity, and she darted out, only to shriek when they banged to a close right behind her.
“Why you running, Jamie?” Caelen asked in that slow, pointed drawl.
“You best leave me alone, Caelen,” Jamie warned him as she backed her way up the path.
“Now why would I do that when messing with you is just so much more fun?”
Instead of shifting off the slouch he’d taken up against the door, Caelen just grinned bigger the further she got away. Wary of the intent captured in that smile, Jamie expected Brodie to appear at any moment. Feeling the constant rush of somebody coming in behind her, she couldn’t help but cast fretful glances over her shoulder.
“Who you looking for, sugar?”
Jamie took off at that word coming from his mouth. Caelen had never once called her that. Neither had Brodie. The only time she’d ever heard them use that word was when they were dick deep in some slut. That’s when the ‘sugars’ started rolling out.
Not stopping until the screen door bounced in its frame behind her and she managed to slam the wood one over it, Jamie nearly collapsed on the kitchen table. Dropping the baskets on the floor with what little food hadn’t gone flying out in her mad dash.
Only then did it register that they’d actually let her escape. That can’t be good. Jamie blinked and straightened up, looking around for the trap. As much as she didn’t want to find one, the fact that she didn’t only made her stomach knot even worse. If they were willing to wait, that could only mean they had something really special in mind. Something well thought out.
She wouldn’t even have to be worrying about it if it hadn’t been for her sister’s big mouth. With a growl, Jamie darted toward the stairs. Pregnant or not, she had some words to share with Bridgette, some very unkind words that she intended to deliver at a very high volume.
Her indignant march came up short right in front of Bridgette’s door. It didn’t take hypersensitive fear to make her hearing keen enough to hear Bridgette groaning or Linc’s muffled soothing tone. Heaving out a defeated sigh, Jamie turned to the room across the hall. She might have been sharing Bridgette’s bed at night, but Linc had given her this room to store her stuff in. It seemed as good a place as any to hide.
Settling down onto the edge of one of the two single sized beds in the room, Jamie buried her hands in her hair. Oh, God. What am I going to—
That thought got strangled off right along with her shriek, as her head whipped back thanks to a hard tug by a hand that fisted into the strands. A bandana cut through her mouth about a second before another one folded down over her eyes. Out of nowhere they came at her from both directions, working over her body, right through her shock, to have her tied up and pinned down to the bed in less than thirty seconds.
Four hands made short work of her clothes, ripping and tearing everything from her body except the ropes keeping her spread wide across the thin mattress. Then, just like they had before, they disappeared into the blackness of her blindfold, and just like in the barn, she could feel their eyes all over her.
This time, though, nothing barred them from getting a full look. Naked, spread eagle with her wrist twisted up in ropes over her head, they’d put her in the same position she’d done them last night—totally at their mercy.
Chapter 13
Jamie panted, becoming more and more anxious as the seconds slipped into minutes. With each frantic pound of her heart, another roll of thick desire washed over her, trickling out from between her splayed legs in a slow drip of heated cream. That’s where she danced with nearly electric excitement at the coming torment.
While the rest of her might shiver and shudder at being so vulnerable, her pussy swelled and parted, wantonly begging for much more than just a look. It wanted to be petted and tasted and even fucked…Oh, God, did she ache for that.
Ache so badly that the first tentative slide of a single finger right down her slit had her whole body arching with the lightning bolt of rapture that ricocheted out of her sensitive flesh. A single shot that bloomed into a cluster of scorching rays as the hand lifted only to return with a sharp slap.
Jamie’s scream got strangled on the gag as her whole body jolted upward. Leveling back down toward the mattress slowly, she could hear Brodie’s chuckles. That had been too much, even for his dark mind. Pain and pleasure had twined, leaving her both in fear and thirsting for another taste.
“That, Jamie. That was one.”
She swallowed with that smug explanation from Brodie. That’s one? Sweet mercy above, she’d earned three before she’d even gotten through her daddy’s door. As bad as she thought it was, Brodie showed her how much worse he intended to make it.
Inserting one lone finger right into her, he had her clenching and mewing as her whole body contracted with a pleasure that made her eyes water. The tears slipped down as he stretched her wide around two more. Making her mews grow into outright whines when his fingers retreated, the sound got choked off at the rounded feel of something smooth and big pressing against her tiny opening.
The moment had come. Everything inside her tensed as he forged slowly forward. As her untried muscles stretched around a girth bigger than it had ever taken, Jamie’s jaw tensed with the crisp, crackles of pain fissuring through the pleasure.
Then it popped through, and her tender entrance snapped down onto nothing but a ball as it lodged inside her sheath, pressing into the tender walls and sending a riot of pleasurably full sensations sparking up spine. Gasping not only with shock at
the strange feeling of being filled, but wondering what the hell he’d actually put in her.
A ball as best she could tell, and he had another that he intended to fill her with. Clenching back a shudder, Jamie tried to hold as still as possible, looking for just a moment of clarity. Brodie robbed her of it with the simple press of another solid ball against her opening.
Whimpering as it cracked into the first one and sent it rolling down her channel, eliciting a riot of spasms from the ultra-sensitive walls of her inner sheath. Squealing as it pressed into some magical spot, Jamie jerked, her cunt sucking in the second ball with nearly orgasmic consequences.
Unable to control her body’s reaction to the exotic mixture of rapture and tension, her hips bounced and humped, forcing the balls to shift deep inside her and send an endless array of blinding pleasure skyrocketing through her. Brodie only added to her torment. With a simple, one-finger massage over her clit, he broke her.
Going wild with the pleasure, Jamie panted around the mask as her body writhed under the glorious sensations, making the balls inside her clack with an ever increasing rhythm that matched the pace Brodie set for with his relentless torment of her sensitive bud. Screaming under the pressure of her soul splintering apart, her orgasm drew her taught before plunging her into the deepest abyss she’d ever fallen.
Rapture closed in, drowning her in an endlessly pulsating rhythm that only wound slowly back into a reality of painful pants. Dissolving into a sweaty, devastated mess, Jamie collapsed back into the mattress.
Caelen probably liked watching that show. The thought struck her, making the fading rolls of pleasure pang with a spicy tension. She’d forgotten all about him, because he hadn’t made a sound since helping to strip her. Somewhere in the dark silence, Caelen waited…and watched.
I like watching, Jamie. It makes me hunger and just when Brodie’s had his fill, it’s going to be me who makes you beg for mercy.
