Authors: Jenny Penn
Jamie's Revenge (7 page)
“It’s all right, Sheridan,” Brodie cut in with laughter tinting in his voice even as his gaze darkened on her. “Jamie just needs a little time with her sister. I’m sure Bridgette will remind her of just how a proper lady is supposed to act.”
“A proper lady would have already shot you in the balls,” Jamie grumbled, completely forgetting her dad’s hold on her hand in the moment of rash temper. “Ah! That hurt.”
Turning insulted eyes on her father, she snatched her hand back.
“And it’s going to hurt more if you need a spanking to remind you how a mature lady acts.”
That threat had her bristling and challenging her father as she never before would have dared. “I am mature, mature enough to know my own mind and to be honest to it.”
“Then you’re mature enough to accept the consequences.” Not the least bit impressed with her justification,
Jamie snorted. “I’m a little old for your paddle, Father.”
“But not for Brodie’s.”
Her eyes went wide and straight for the cocky cowboy sipping milk at the end of the table. “He doesn’t have the right.”
“Your insults to him and the fact that you are going to be living beneath his roof will certainly give him that.”
“Anything of his that touches me will be
cut off
.”
That’s all she had to say about that.
* * * *
Caelen watched
“Let it go,
“Running hot is no excuse for that kind of language or behavior,”
“Bitch?” Brodie offered.
“I would have said feisty,”
Leaving the two of them to argue it out, Caelen slid his chair back as quietly as he could.
“You always knew how to make an exit.” Caelen settled along the stall gate right beside her. Tucking in his elbows, he leaned back against the slatted wood to glance around the bar, pointedly ignoring looking right at her, just as she did him.
“Really, Caelen, you can’t see how bad an idea this is?”
He didn’t even have to think about that one. “Nope.”
“Me living not a hundred steps from your front door?”
“The only problem I see is that you think you’re not going to be living inside my door.” Caelen turned his chin to cast her his signature grin.
She met his smile with her own overly sweet one. “My daddy is sending me to my sister, Caelen. Not to you.”
“I guess we’ll see how that works out, won’t we?”
He’d sensed all through the meal that she didn’t really have any heat under her scowl. Jamie had just been keeping up appearances for her daddy. Now, she couldn’t stop her laugh at that question. “You don’t know what you are getting into, Caelen MacAuley. I’m going to make your life a living hell.”
“Is that what you think, darlin’?”
Caelen curled around her, caging her against the stall. To her credit, Jamie didn’t hesitate as she stroked down the horses muzzle. That didn’t mean that she could hide the sudden tension in her shoulders or the way her breath caught. Caelen noticed it all, and it made him itchy in the worst way.
“I’m really going to like watching Brodie tan your hide, just as much as I’m going to love watching him spread your legs wide and pack your little cunt full of dick. I like watching, Jamie. It makes me hunger, and just when Brodie’s had his fill,” Caelen dropped his tone, “it’s going to be
me
who makes you beg for mercy.”
He could smell her heat dripping right down those creamy thighs. Sweet honey and all he had to do was thrust a hand up her skirt to be touching it. Before that urge could overwhelm him, Jamie turned. Her body might have been primed, but her gaze remained focused as did the taunting smile at her lips.
“Really, Caelen, it doesn’t shock me at all that you need your brother’s help to make a woman beg.”
He felt his ears go red with that one, but he let her go as she shouldered through his arm to strut off. No, his response to that challenge would be better served off her daddy’s land or at least not where
As he worked, he plotted. It bugged him that Jamie never saw him as half the threat she did Brodie.
When it came to sex, Brodie actually tended to be a much more straight-forward lover than Caelen. Caelen kind of liked to play with his dinner before he ate it and he had a whole two hour ride with nothing to do but toy with one sassy vixen.
Chapter 6
Caelen couldn’t have been harder by the time
Despite all the assurance of her gait and all her earlier antagonisms, Jamie was worried. It showed first in her gaze and second in the way she stopped.
“Two horses?” Jamie turned that question on her father. “Why don’t I have my own horse?”
“Because you don’t have a horse, and I don’t have one to spare.”
Jamie couldn’t argue with that, nor could she make her mind up of which brother would be less a threat, as both Brodie and Caelen waited for her to make a decision. As he expected, she ultimately decided Caelen would be less likely to molest her during the ride.
He had to grin at her naiveté. Her ignorance didn’t last longer than it took for him to use the hand she offered to lift her up and settle that soft, plump ass right down over his burning erection. Several layers of clothes might have separated them, but that didn’t comfort her enough to stop her from sucking in a deep breath and stiffening straight up.
Before she could offer an objection to her father, Caelen kicked his horse into motion. “No time for second chances, darlin’.”
“What do you think you’re doing, Caelen?” There could be no masking the alarm in that question.
“Having a little fun.”
“Damnit, Caelen—” Whatever threat she’d been intending to make, it disappeared under her shriek as he hefted her straight out of the saddle. With the horse still eating up land as fast as it could, Caelen turned Jamie mid-air. It gave her quite a startle and she came back into his lap already fighting.
Pure heaven, that’s what having her pressed up against him felt like. All her squirming just made it better. With every clomping step of his horse, Jamie’s curves slid and rolled over him. From the puckered tip of her breast pressing into his chest, to the thick odor of the sweet cream merely a layer of denim away from his engorged cock,
all her feistiness did was make her hotter and him harder.
“Damnit, Caelen. Let me go.”
“Why?” He drawled, leaning back slightly to stare down into darkening eyes. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To test your endurance against my strength and see which one of us begs first. Or have you started to realize you ain’t never had a chance of winning?”
That stilled her and had her chin lifting. “Fine, but there are rules—”
“There aren’t no rules, darlin’. That’s what makes it so good.”
Unimpressed by that guarantee, her gaze sharpened slightly. “I am not having sex on a horse.”
Now there’s an idea…
“Not ever?”
He expected an immediate agreement, and it tilted there at the edges of her lips. “Not today.”
Caelen grinned. “I think I can live with that, darlin’, but when we get to the ranch, I’m going to be spreading those legs and burying myself between them, and you ain’t going to be denying me. Just so you know.”
Jamie’s smile slipped right against his lips as she stretched up to whisper into his kiss. “We’ll see about that.”
Yes, she would. Caelen didn’t argue it. He could see the speculation in her eyes and knew she wanted to push him into being harder, rougher with his need. It dawned on him just what Jamie’s dangerous game was. The silly little woman thought she could rile them up and then still have the strength to deny them.
It could actually happen that way if he let her push him into rushing, fumbling, being too rough to bring her right along with him to the desperate moment when only one thing would soothe his burning flames of need. So he gave her just the opposite and returned her kiss with a soft, gentle brush.
Back and forth, light and sweet, he lured her eyelids into fluttering closed and her lips parting in silent invitation under his.
The nectar of the gods.
It became a whole lot harder to hold back as his tongue slid in to take a drink from the warm well of intoxicating sweetness.
And for the gods an erotic treat.
Even as his tongue slid over hers, it curled around his, licking straight down the sensitive side. In a mating ritual as old as time, they dueled with sensual motions that had Caelen groaning. Slow to start, Jamie ripped a canon ball of fire straight down his spine when she sucked him just as she’d done before.
This time, he didn’t care who had taught her that move. All he could think of was devouring the soft woman so willing in his arms. Harder, hungrier, the kiss raged out of control as his fingers dented into her hips, holding her still for the grinding thrust of his hips.
His cock was one big ache, and he cursed the clothes between them. This just wasn’t enough, nor were the tiny giggles coming from the back of her throat. The happy murmurs solidified his need to break the spine of Jamie’s defiance.
He wanted her to melt beneath him as a woman should and not stubbornly insist on being contrary. From this day forward, she would carry his brand. Burned deep into her soul, Jamie would never forget who she called master at the end of the day.
With that intent in mind, Caelen slid one hand boldly between her legs to let his fingers curl around and cup her mound. Jamie squeaked and jerked as she gasped.
“
Caelen
.”
He ignored her startled protest, intent on making her do a whole lot more than gasp. He wanted the plains to echo with her screams so that to a man everyone knew just who owned Jamie’s passion. Pressing his middle finger right into the fabric covering her crotch, it slid in as the swollen folds of her pussy parted. Her heat soaked through and warmed his finger as he began sliding it right up and down her slit, rubbing against her little clit in a way that made her gasp and her nails bite into his arms.
“
Damnit, Caelen
!” She must have really been scared and, therefore, very close to losing control for her protest now. “This isn’t decent.”
“There ain’t nothing decent about the things I want to do to you, darlin’.” Caelen nuzzled his lips through her curls to torment the tender skin of her neck while he growled out all the very indecent things he planned on doing to her and he didn’t intend on waiting until they got home.
With his one hand holding her up while he continued to tease her trapped clit, Caelen slid his other one up to undo the buttons along her collar. As each one popped free, his lips dipped to greet the freshly revealed skin. His finger caught the lacy edge of her camisole and ripped right down the front as he continued his way lower.
Jamie tried to resist. As her body trembled and arched into his touch, she managed to pant out insincere complaints. Even that token dissolved as he nuzzled through the part he’d made in her shirt to capture the burrowed tip of her breast. He kicked
With the single determination of a hound herding, Caelen drove her mercilessly straight up the steep cliffs of ecstasy. Catapulting her right over the edge, he released her tit to watch as Jamie came undone. Grunting and shuddering, she denied his deepest need.
Wickedly relentless in his intent to rob the will right out from under her spirit, he wanted to hear her scream, feel her nails clawing at him, to watch as all the stubborn bull-headedness melted away to leave the very wild, sensual woman Caelen knew lurked inside.
She’d showed him that side once, and it had tempted him into throwing over almost every value and moral he held dear. Now, nothing stood in his way, nothing but her riding skirt and bloomers. Not bothering to waste time on fighting her clothes, Caelen released his grip on her mound to slide his hand back over the plump curve of her rear.