Deception [The Masters Series 1] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Rebecca Joyce

  She was fine with all the manly stuff around her, but all those beady little eyes staring at her were starting to give her the creeps. She got that men liked fishing and hunting and such, but she never could understand the need to display the heads of the dead on their walls.

  Talk about overkill!

  “Why do men feel the need to showcase their heads?”

  “Excuse me?” Garret asked.

  “Look at all these heads,” she continued, waiving her free hand around the room. “It’s like a show of cocks, only everyone is trying to outdo the other. Why don’t y’all just whip them out to see who has the biggest dick, and leave it at that?”

  “Because they would all lose,” Garret replied. “My brothers already know that I have the biggest dick around here.”

  “Ain’t that the truth,” Zac muttered, walking back into the room with a glass of water. “You’re the biggest pain in the ass, too.”

  “You redneck, I said I had the biggest dick, not that I was the biggest dick,” Garret corrected.

  “Just keepin’ it real, Garret,” Zac offered, taking a seat across from them. “Though I must admit, if we were to compare dicks, I would have the biggest one.”

  “Dream on,” Garret grumbled. He shifted in his seat, and in doing so, he moved the wrong hand, and it took everything in Mary Jane not to laugh, because when Garret went to raise his hand to run his fingers through his hair, she inadvertently smacked him upside the head.

  Of course, Zac didn’t let the prime opportunity pass him by and said, laughing, “Hit him again, Mary Jane, make it hurt this time.”

  Looking over at Garret, she lowered her voice, “I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.”

  “See that you are,” Garret replied grumpily.

  “She didn’t mean to, you ass. You were the one who raised his hand. So technically you whacked yourself,” Zac chided, then looked at her. “Don’t apologize to him, baby. He caused this mess. Let him dig himself out of it.”

  Garret immediately rose, taking her with him. “I need to use the bathroom,” he announced.

  Laughing, Zac roared, “Oh, this I gotta see!”

  * * * *

  For the rest of the day, Garret refused to say another word. He was done with Zac’s comical banter, and if Mary Jane looked at him one more time with her pleading eyes, he was going to scream. He just wanted them to leave him alone. Nevertheless, that was not going to happen.

  Garret spent the remainder of the evening ensconced on the couch, reading a book. He refused to make small talk, or participate in a game of Hungry Hungry Hippos. Nope, his attention was completely consolidated on the complete works of one William Shakespeare. He ignored the hush-hush tones of the conversation around him, and he even blocked out the images of Zac kissing Mary Jane. However, when Mary Jane yawned and asked to go to bed, well, that was something he could not ignore.

  Taking a quick look at the woman next to him, he wondered where she was planning to sleep, and then he remembered…the cuffs. Grumbling, he snapped the book shut and got to his feet. Not waiting for her to move, he headed for the room he’d claimed, with her stumbling behind him. He was thankful that Zac kept his mouth shut. However, when Garret went to close the door, Zac stopped him.

  “Nuh-uh, bro. I ain’t leavin’ her with you all night,” Zac, said shaking his head, seriously. “So put on some pj’s, ’cause we’re havin’ a sleepover.”

  “This is ridiculous. I am not going to touch her. She is perfectly safe with me.”

  “Glad to hear that you’ve decided to forgo the violence, but I still ain’t leavin’ her in here with ya.”

  Muttering under his breath, Garret ignored Mary Jane as he tried to get out of his jeans, and that was when he froze.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “Nothing,” he quickly replied, zipping his pants back up.

  “Oh.” She blushed and looked away.

  “What?” Zac asked, taking his shirt off.

  “Nevermind, Zac.” Mary Jane smiled. “Here, help me get out of my pants.”

  Grinning from ear to ear, Zac said, “Oh, baby, you say the sweetest things.”

  Garret swiftly looked up at the two of them, as jealousy unlike anything he’d ever felt coursed through his body. He didn’t understand why he felt the way he did, but standing there, and seeing his brother dote and schmooze Mary Jane was pissing him off. She belonged to him. He’d trained her and made her his. She shouldn’t want anyone else, but she did. He could see it written all over her face.

  “We are just sleeping,” he grumbled, and then headed for the bed, pulling Mary Jane along. She climbed into the bed first and he soon followed. Zac walked around the bed and took the other side, deftly cocooning her between them. The bed itself was large, but having three people sleeping in it was going to make it hard to sleep comfortably. Garret wanted to tell Zac to go find another bed, but he knew his brother wouldn’t do it. Zac had made himself perfectly clear about the sleeping arrangements.

  Lying there in the dark, Garret didn’t understand why Mary Jane would shackle herself to him, especially after what he’d done to keep her and Zac apart. It made no sense. He tried running through different scenarios, but none of them added up. If anything she should curse him, want to hit him, and she would definitely want nothing whatsoever to do with him. Yet, there she lay, next to him, content.

  He knew there was no way he was going to be able to sleep until she answered that one question. Therefore, he asked, “Why did you do it? Why did you cuff us together if you hate me?”

  Her soft voice floated gently toward him. “I don’t hate you, Garret. I’m disappointed and hurt that you felt the need to lie to me about Zac. I don’t understand why you did it, so I won’t comprehend any of it until you talk to me, but I don’t hate you, Garret. I love you. I always have and always will.”

  Could it be that easy? He didn’t believe for one instant that she could be so naïve. “You shouldn’t. I’m not a good person.”

  She rolled to face him, and he looked away. “Who says you’re not a good person? You are one of the kindest, more generous, sweet men I know besides Zac. Every time I messed up, you never turned your back on me. You always helped and forgave. I don’t know what more I can do to make you believe that I am not going to run away and leave you. I love you, Garret, and I love Zac. Right now, I am the happiest woman in the world. You did that for me. You made this possible. I wish you could see how I see things. My world revolves around the two of you. Without either one, I’m lost, drifting in a sea of nothingness. But together, the three of us, you put my world right, and I can spin forever in your arms.”

  “How can you mean that after what I did? Are you that stupid?” he said coarsely, then rolled, giving her his back. “I will never understand you, Pandora, never.”

  A while later Garret heard her silently crying as she prayed for him.

  The thought of hurting her more than he already had sent shivers down his spine, but with no other options before him, he took a deep breath and resolved himself to his new course of action. Tomorrow he was going to seal his fate, and God have mercy on his soul.

  The storm raged overhead as lightning lit up the large room. Booms of thunder vibrated the cabin as the rain pelted the metal roof. Lying there, listening to the storm build in intensity, Garret looked as his brother and Mary Jane slept peacefully. He hated storms. It was a storm similar to this that had taken his parents’ lives, and nothing he could do would stop the memories of that day rushing forward.

  Concentrating on her sleeping form, he grinned. He had to admit she looked pretty lying next to him naked. He had been so happy when she dyed her hair back to its natural color shortly after moving in with him back in Chicago, that purple she’d worn back in Celestial did nothing for her. But now, with her hair all golden and shimmering in the night, she looked beautiful, just like the woman he’d fallen in love with. Even her sapphire eyes were more luminescent. Mary Jane Delany was a s
tunning woman, with a figure that could rival Betty Grable.

  He was still angry with her, and there was a damn good chance come morning she was going to walk away and he would spend the rest of his life trying to forget her, but for now, she was with him, and as such, Garret smirked.

  With his cuffed hand, he placed his fingers on her thigh and slowly moved his fingers up toward the hem of her dress. She gasped then moaned, sleepily.

  “Shush, baby, it’s just me,” he whispered close to her ear.

  Thunder boomed loudly, and he jumped. He was scared. Scared of the storm and of what she would do to him if she woke, but the storm fueled his adrenaline, and he needed her now more than ever. He moved his hand further up her thigh. He was surprised that she didn’t stop him.

  She moaned and shifted.

  Garret held his breath, waiting for her to stop him, and when she didn’t, his fingers found the opening to her pussy, and he slowly slid two fingers in. “Sleeping peacefully and you’re still wet for me.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. Garret looked at her face and was immediately captured by two sparkling sapphires. Her face flushed and her breathing picked up, but she never stopped him. Garret wondered why. When she placed her uncuffed hand over his cock, his dick responded immediately, hardening to a stiff pole, almost achingly so. Trying to concentrate on her, and not the storm overhead, Garret slowly removed his hand from her pussy, and placed it on hers, adding pressure to relieve him from his pain. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore?”

  “I never said I didn’t want you. I always want you. It’s about trust.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “With my body, yes, with my heart, no.”

  “And I can’t trust that you will stay,” he replied, pressing her little hand harder against his cock. “Look, Mary Jane, let’s just be honest with each other for five minutes, okay? I’ve loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. No woman has ever come close and probably never will. Nevertheless, I can’t be with a woman who I can’t trust to be there come morning.”

  “And since when do you lie? The man I fell in love with was honest to a fault, generous, protective, and caring. He would never lie to someone he loved.”

  “Touché,” he muttered. “Do you trust me right now?” He moved his hand over hers to relieve some of the pressure in his cock.

  “I know you won’t hurt me,” she responded.

  “How?” he asked, holding his breath, waiting for her response.

  Mary Jane smiled, “I can’t tell you. It’s more of a feeling. I just know that you would rather cut out your own heart, than hurt me.”

  “You mean physically?”

  “No I mean wholly.”

  “But I did hurt you. I lied to you. I called you awful names.”

  “And your heart is bleeding because of it. I know when you’re ready, you will tell me why you did it. Until then, I have to believe that that pain I felt was nothing compared to what it’s doing to you. You’re a good man, Garret. You’re just scared.”

  “No.” He growled.

  “Then let go of my hand, and let me sleep,” she challenged.

  “I can’t do that, either,” he replied.

  “I know,” she said, touching his face lightly with her free hand. “When you’re ready, I’ll be here to listen.”

  “I want to show you something. Will you come with me?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  Quietly, Garret slid from the bed and then helped Mary Jane, trying not to wake the snoring Zac who lay next to them. After closing the bedroom door behind them, Garret led her down the dark hallway, into another room.

  Flipping on the lights he watched her falter. Garret had found this particular room earlier when he was adventuring through the house. This room had lots of promise, and he was now looking forward to getting to use it.

  “Did I ever tell you who helped Jeb make his cuffs?”

  She silently shook her head no.

  “Then let me enlighten you, my dear,” he said and, before she could utter another word, Garret had ceremoniously removed his cuff and placed it on her other wrist. He had her bound before she could even blink. “There, that’s much better.”

  “What? How? You can’t do this!” she sputtered, trying to remove her wrist from the cast-iron cuffs.

  “Now, let the fun begin.” He grinned as the color drained from her face, closing the door behind him, as the thunder boomed and lightning crackled across the sky, as ominous clouds began to swirl overhead.

  * * * *

  Before Mary Jane could comprehend what had just happened, Garret was putting his fingers between her legs, and thrusting into her. He was systematically driving her crazy, and as much as she wanted him to stop so she could take a deep breath, she couldn’t formulate the words to tell him. Her body was humming with pleasure and her pussy was dripping with need. She missed him, she wanted him, and even in his mental state right now, she would take him any way she could. She placed her hand on his and tried to slow his hard thrusts, but he was too strong and that only made him more determined, and he went faster.

  “Garret, I’m gonna…” She didn’t want to upset him anymore so she sat quietly, enjoying his ministrations.

  “Touch me.” He growled. Mary Jane looked over at him and did as she was told. She moved her hands to his jean-clad cock, and firmly gripped him.

  His fingers came to a stop deep inside her pussy. She was breathing heavy as she still gripped his cock.

  “Look around you, Pandora,” he said. She did as he ordered. The room was large and completely fitted for all of his needs and more. There were contraptions in the room she had never seen before and some that made her cringe. She knew what kind of room this was. She had seen such similar rooms many times, living back in Celestial and over at the Pleasure Cave. Typically, BDSM playrooms never bothered her before, but being in this room, alone with Garret, well, something felt off. “Your protector is asleep, Pandora. He won’t be able to hear you scream when I play with you, or hear you with what you’re about to do to me.”

  He quickly pulled his fingers out of her pussy.

  She mourned her loss.

  “Kneel before me, undo my pants, and take my cock out.”

  “What?” she asked as if she didn’t hear him correctly.

  “Take my cock out of my jeans, and suck me, Pandora. You know your safeword. If you don’t want to be here with me, then say it and leave,” he said. Gulping, she turned to her side and bent over him, placing her hands on his pants. She carefully unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. She’d loved two cocks in her lifetime, each different but extremely pleasurable. She had reacquainted herself with one of them only yesterday, but she could not deny the craving she felt for Garret’s cock. Licking her lips, she looked up at him, waiting for his next instruction.

  “I know that look, suck my cock, and see if you can get me to tell you.”

  She licked her lips once more, and then without further ado, wrapped them around his shaft, immediately sucking his cock down her throat and pulling back up, then swallowing it back down again.

  Mary Jane repeated the motion over and over, picking up pace, sucking his cock deep down her throat and pulling out. She was so focused on sucking his cock she forgot to use her tongue. Therefore, she began to move it around his shaft, while sucking in his dick fast and deep. Garret let out a deep moan, as his hand moved down her back around her butt, until he found her clit. When his fingers started rubbing her clit furiously, she moaned heavily, her pleasure heightening. With renewed interest, she started sucking even faster. Garret’s fingers soon became so intense that she had to slow down. Gasping for air, she released his cock and said, “Oh God, yes!”

  “You want to come, Pandora? Does your clit tingle with need? Are you ready to wash my fingers in your juices?” he asked huskily as he continued to arouse her. When she moaned, nodding her head, she heard him say, “Well, Pandora, it’s going to have to wait, because I�
�m just getting started with you tonight.” And just like that, he removed his fingers, leaving her body on the cusp of one of the best orgasms she was ever going to have. She felt like crying. Looking up at him, she gasped.

  They were not alone.

  Chapter Ten

  He couldn’t blame her for her stunned expression. He knew when the time came, she would clearly be shocked beyond belief. He also knew that the time for games was over. They had each played their part perfectly, now it was time to finish this. He was tired of waiting and worrying about her. He needed her to see that they both were serious, and this was the only way to grab her attention. He knew he was manipulating her, pushing her boundaries, and more than likely, she was going to walk away for good after this, but he needed her to know what lengths he would go to keep, love, and protect her.

  For as long as he could remember he’d wanted this one woman, and before the night was through, he was either going to have her permanently or lose her forever.

  A long, still silence hung in the air. He dared not speak first, as he waited for her to realize the enormity of what was happening. Finally, she blinked, and recognition took root. She gasped, exhaled slowly, and finally spoke. “You were behind this. All this time, it was you.”

  “Yes.”

  “How could you? I trusted you,” she said, getting to her feet and backing away. The second her foot moved, he stepped forward. He was not going to let her escape without hearing the truth. “Just so you know, I planned all of this, not my brother. It was me, he only went along with it, begrudgingly. He wanted to just let you go, but I couldn’t do that. I needed you to understand what you meant to us, to me. We love you and every time you run, it hurts.”

  “You could have just told me,” she whispered.