The Watson Brothers (6 page)

He plumped up her breasts in his hands, thumbed her nipples roughly, watched her squirm.

“Not a word,” he warned, knowing if she started telling him what she wanted again, he’d lose the fight. He moved off her, opened her legs wide and repositioned himself between them, on his knees so he could drape her legs over his. “That’s better.”

Those beautiful hazel eyes of hers, now more topaz than brown, watched him without blinking, conveying some silent message that he damn well didn’t want to hear. Her mouth looked puffy and soft and kissable. Her small chin quivered, but not because she might cry. No, he knew Ariel wouldn’t do that.

Probably it quivered with stubbornness.

“I like to see a woman, all of her, when I take her,” he explained. Her legs draped his, white against his dark slacks, sleek and lightly muscled. He looked at her breasts. Earlier her nipples had been velvety soft, but once he’d touched them, they’d stayed puckered, begging for his mouth.

She lightly licked her lips, luring him. Bracing his hands on the pillow at either side of her head, Sam bent down and savaged her mouth with ruthless hunger, kissing her hard, thrusting his tongue between her teeth. She didn’t fight him or pull back. No, she accepted his tongue, sucked on it, returned his kiss with equal passion.

He groaned, aware of her straining up to him, trying to get more of him. Her thighs were tensed, her belly lifting into him.

He pulled himself away and took his pleasure at her breasts. He loved suckling a woman and could be content to spend an hour on her nipples alone. But not this time. As soon as Ariel started writhing, he moved lower, nibbling on her ribs, then lower still until he could dip his tongue into her navel.

She held her breath, anticipating what he might do, he knew. Did she like oral sex? Had any man ever kissed her between her thighs? He hoped not. He wanted to be the first.

“Wider,” he said as he pressed her legs farther apart and held them in place when she would have automatically brought them together again. He glanced up at her still face, flushed but uncertain. “Keep them that way.”

Using his fingertips, he opened her lips, exposing her glistening pink flesh. Her clitoris was swollen from her recent climax, extra sensitive. Gently, he kissed her, heard her shocked, eager gasp, and he closed his mouth around the tender bud.

With a hoarse cry, she nearly lurched away, but he cupped her hips firmly in his big hands and held her secure. Because he knew her nerve endings were already tingling, still alive from her last orgasm, he was very careful not to push her too fast, to cause her any discomfort. He suckled softly, easily, taking his time, stroking with his tongue. When she was ready for more, her legs stiffened and her arms pulled tight against her bonds.

“Sam,” she said, all breathless and low. “Sam, Sam,
Sam
…”

Her cries were raw, real, and he loved it, the way she responded, the pleasure he gave her so easily. She didn’t hold back at all, didn’t try to temper her response. He replaced his mouth with his fingers and raised his head to see her face.

Her neck was arched, her teeth clenched, her breasts heaving. “Beautiful,” he breathed, ready to come just from looking at her. After endless moments, she quieted, and Sam moved up beside her, smoothed her hair from her face, placed a kiss on her open lips.

“That was nice.” He waited, but she didn’t open her eyes, didn’t reply. Sam smiled. “For a youngin’, you come with a lot of energy. I like it.”

Sweat glistened on her chest, the tops of her cheekbones. A rosy flush covered her body and her heart still raced. With an obvious effort, she licked her lips, swallowed, and said, “Shut up, Sam.”

He grinned, fighting off a chuckle. “You’re not supposed to talk.”

She cast him a wanton look that nearly did him in. “No? I’ve never been handcuffed before, Officer. What should I be doing?”

Sam lowered his hand to her belly and felt it hollow out when she dragged in a breath. “Rest. You’re going to need your strength.”

“I am?”

“Mmm. I’ll give you a few minutes before we start again.”

Her eyes widened, darkened. “Start…? Sam, no. I…I can’t.”

He pushed his hand lower until he cupped her mound. She was slick, very wet and pulsing with heat. “Yes you can.” All the teasing left him. “I’ll see to it.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Sam…”

“Crying uncle?”

A sob almost rose in her throat, but she managed to swallow it back. Sam watched her closely, waiting for the words he needed to hear, waiting for her to tell him to fuck off, to get out of her life once and for all.

“No. I’m not crying uncle.”

They watched each other, at a stalemate, until finally Sam cursed. “Fine. Have it your way.” His fingers curled against her, his middle finger sinking past her creamy wetness, into her up to his first knuckle—and someone rang his doorbell.

They both jerked to a breathless, astonished standstill. Their motions were frozen.

Ariel gasped, “You have
company?
”

Sam shoved himself off the bed and stalked to the window, barely moving the curtain aside to peer out. “Ah fuck.”

A loud knock sounded.

He turned to Ariel, took in the sight of her handcuffed naked to his bed and knew he’d just screwed up royally.

“Who is it?” she whispered in a fearful voice.

Sam rubbed his face. “It’s Pete.”

“Ohmigod.” She began jerking and twisting. “Let me loose!”

He walked past her. “No, just be quiet. I’ll get rid of him and be right back. I promise.” He snatched up his shirt and pulled it on.

“Sam!” Her face went white. “Don’t you dare leave me here like—”

He held a finger to his lips. “Shhh. You made a deal, Ariel. Now keep it. If you’re real quiet, Pete will never know you’re here.” He pulled the door shut, aware of her distress—and aware of his own regret. But she did fall silent, thank God.

He closed the door and trotted quickly down the stairs. His brain churned, trying to think of what to say, how to explain Ariel’s car in his driveway, how to get rid of his baby brother.

Pete knocked again, growing impatient.

“All right already, give it a rest.” Sam threw the door open. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

Pete, looking healthy and happy and in something of a hurry, burst in and said, “I need the keys to Gil’s boat.”

“What?”

His black hair was mussed, his shirt untucked and he had a hickey on his neck. “Gil’s out of town, but he said I could use his boat only I don’t have a spare key and you do.”

“Gil’s out of town?”

“Yeah. Business—don’t you remember? He’s been gone all week. Forget that part. Just give me the key.”

Suspicious, Sam leaned around Pete to look out the door. His brother’s sporty little Focus was at the curb, still running, and in the passenger seat was a cute blond. “Ah. Big plans?”

Pete bobbed his eyebrows. “Is she hot or what?”

Amazed that Pete apparently hadn’t even noticed Ariel’s car in the drive, Sam went to the kitchen for the spare key to Gil’s houseboat. “Yeah, she’s cute.”

“Cute? You’ve gotta be kidding me. She’s in my statistics class, smart as hell and sexier than that.”

“And willing?”

With a sly look, Pete said, “Oh yeah.”

At twenty-two, Pete was a good-looking kid with an athlete’s body that had yet to finish filling out, sincere brown eyes, and a sexual drive exclusive to young male animals of the human variety. Sam loved him so much that it sometimes hurt and in the three years since their father’s death, he’d felt more responsible for him than ever.

He held the key out of reach. “You got protection?”

“No, you wanna loan me a gun?” He grinned.

Sam didn’t take birth control lightly. “You know what I mean, Pete.”

“She’s got it covered.”

Scowling, Sam grabbed him by the ear and lifted him to his tiptoes. “
She
does? How many times do I have to tell you—”

Laughing and wincing at the same time, Pete pulled a condom from his pocket and waved it under Sam’s nose. “Hey, I was teasing, all right! It’s covered. Literally.”

Sam turned him loose. “That’s it? One?”

“With three more in the glove box.”

“Then don’t exceed four, you hear me?”

Pete snatched the keys from his hand. “Yeah, four.” He held his heart and pretended to stagger. “Four.”

Sam laughed and walked him back to the door. Not for a single moment was he unaware of Ariel upstairs, naked, waiting. “You like them blond, huh?”

Pete shrugged. “Or brunette or redhead or…”

“Well, I meant because both she and Ariel are blond.”

“She,” Pete emphasized, “is a lot more fun than Ariel ever tried to be.”

Sam’s knees locked. “Yeah? How so?”

“You kidding me? All Ariel could ever say was no, no, and no. No real dates, no kissing, and definitely no sex. Got to where I thought my name was No-Pete.”

Sam’s heart gave a heavy thump. “She cut ya cold, huh?” Now why the hell did that thrill him so much?

“She cut everyone cold, not just me. She told me she was waiting till she got married.” Pete rolled his eyes.

Dropping back against the wall, Sam said, “No shit?” His head started to pound.

“Yeah, real old-fashioned attitude, right? I think she just liked to lead guys on. You know, like a tease.”

Anger roiled up, making him want to take Pete by the ear again. He didn’t, because it shouldn’t matter to him what was said about Ariel. But as a big brother, he could say a few general things, and did. “I hope like hell you’re not repeating that to anyone but me, because if I hear of it, I’ll be royally pissed.”

“I know.” Pete winked. “Preserve a woman’s honor no matter what. I remember.”

Sam caught his arm. “I mean it, Pete.”

He looked down at the hand holding him with marked confusion. “No sweat. I liked Ariel a lot, still do as a friend. But she made sure it was never more than that, end of story.”

“You were really hung up on her.”

“I thought I was. Gil told me I was suffering lust, not love and I have to admit he was right. But hey, I’m not bitter and I’m not out to trash her.” He tipped his head toward the door. “I am out to have a good time tonight though, if this impromptu lecture is over.”

Sam opened his fingers by force of will. “It’s over. Just be careful.”

“I’m twenty-two, Sam. Not fifteen.”

“I remember. Make sure you remember it, too.”

Rolling his eyes again, Pete playfully punched him in the ribs—causing Sam considerable pain, which he managed to hide—and then Pete trotted out to his car. Sam propped himself in the doorway, waved to the young lady when she laughed and lifted her hand toward him, and once the car pulled away he closed and locked the door.

Ariel had wanted to wait till she got married.

His pulse raced, causing a wild thrumming in his ears. Breath held, he looked up the stairs at that closed bedroom door. Surely to God she wasn’t a virgin?

But even as he thought it, his balls tightened and his blood boiled. He could be her first. That upped the stakes even more, made the temptation nearly impossible to resist. He had a choice to make—take her and give himself a fantasy to last a lifetime.

Or send her innocent little butt packing while he still could.

There was really no choice at all.

Ariel was livid by the time Sam walked into the room. Her wrists were raw from the furious pulling she’d done when she heard Pete spewing such nonsense about her. She hadn’t gotten this far with Sam only to have his youngest brother ruin it with exaggerated nonsense.

Frowning, Sam sat beside her on the bed and caught her arms to hold them still. “Stop that,” he said, “you’re hurting yourself.”

“That miserable little cretin.” She tried to jerk again, but Sam was too strong for her, keeping her immobile.

“Who?”

“Pete, that’s who.” Ooh, when she got hold of him, she’d box his ears. “I can’t believe you let him stand there and say those awful things.”

Sam leaned back, his expression guarded. “You heard?”

“Every damn word.”

“And you’re jealous?”

“Jealous?” Ariel sputtered at such a ridiculous notion. “I’m furious!”

Sam’s scowl was black enough to straighten her hair. “Because he’s taking his new girlfriend out to Gil’s boat for some privacy?”

She gasped so hard, she nearly choked herself. “Don’t be an idiot. I couldn’t care less who Pete sleeps with, as long as it isn’t me. I’m mad that he stood down there and spoke about me like I was some ice princess or a…a…”

“Cock tease?”

Fury rolled through her. “Let me go. Right now.”

Sam scrutinized her. “I don’t think so. You look violent.”

Digging her heels into the mattress, she pulled and tugged and thrashed—until she saw Sam holding the key in front of her face.

“You’re destroying my bed.”

Ariel arched her neck, looked upside down at where the chain for the cuffs had gouged the smooth wooden slats of his headboard, and she smiled in evil satisfaction. “Good,” she practically spat at him. “I’ll tear the whole damn thing apart if you don’t unlock me.”

Sounding very put upon, Sam sighed. “I give you two orgasms and all you can do is threaten me.”

That was true enough, so she grudgingly muttered, “Sorry. I do appreciate what you did.”

That made him laugh and shake his head. A second later the key clicked in the lock and the cuffs opened.

Sam drew her arms down, held her wrists loosely in his hard hands and gently rubbed. “Look what you did. You had enough scrapes and bruises without deliberately adding to them.”

For the first time that night, he sounded calm, completely detached. Ariel got worried.

“Tell me something, will you, Ariel?”

Uh-oh. She didn’t trust this new mood of his at all. In the time she’d known him, she’d become accustomed to his sarcasm, his sharp wit, his merciless teasing—but never indifference. “What?”

He snared her gaze with his and wouldn’t let her look away. “Are you a virgin?”

Well damn. She started to pull her hands away but he resisted and Ariel didn’t think it was worth a struggle. Silence stretched out, more uncomfortable by the moment. She felt pinned to the mattress with the way his unblinking stare penetrated her confidence. Stalling, hoping for an out, she asked, “Do you mean, like,
technically?
”

His eyes narrowed at her avoidance. “Have you ever had intercourse?”

She squirmed, chewed on her bottom lip. “Well, if you mean—”

“Sex, Ariel. I mean sex.”

“There’s like, sex, in the general term as in touching and—”

“Have you ever been fucked, goddammit?”

She nearly jumped out of her skin at his abrupt blast of outrage; then her own temper ignited and she jerked her arms away from him and came up on her knees to face him head on. Poking him in the chest to emphasize every word, she said, “No, all right? No, there’s been
no one
.”

His eyes widened over her attack and he leaned back out of reach.

More softly and with a little desperation, Ariel explained, “I only ever wanted you.”

Looking equal parts pained and provoked, Sam started to rise from the bed. He’d turned halfway from her when resolve overrode her anxiety, and Ariel hurled herself at him, tackling him hard from the side.

Unfortunately, her surprise attack sent him right over the edge of the bed. Unprepared, he had no way to stop himself. Arms flailing, he crashed to the hard floor. Ariel landed on top of him with an “omph,” forcing a loud grunt from Sam.

For five seconds, he just stared up at her, his face blank in shock at what she’d done. Ariel quickly took advantage. She grabbed his ears and kissed him.

When he tried to turn his head, she bit his mouth.

“Ow!” He wrenched back. “Damn it to hell—”

“You have a foul, but delicious mouth, Sam Watson.” She kissed him again, licking her way past his teeth, rubbing her breasts against his naked chest. When he stopped fighting her, holding himself in a sort of suspended indecision, she ran her hands all over him, over his sleek hard shoulders, his wide, hairy chest, down his sides and back up again. She couldn’t get enough of him and let him know with the way she touched him, how she crawled over him.

Sam groaned and in the next instant, his hands opened wide over her behind, gripping her tightly, grinding her into his erection. Thrilled, Ariel opened her legs to straddle his hips, and threw her head back with a triumphant moan. Beneath her mound, even through his slacks, she could feel the thick rise of Sam’s erection. She had thought herself long done, half dead, uninspired toward anything else sexual.

But it took very little for Sam to have her wild again. A look. A touch. The two combined and she wanted to beg him to take her.

She kissed his chest and when his fingers gently laced into her hair and he said, softly and with apology, “Ariel,” she bit him again, making him jump.

“Be quiet, Sam.”

He half laughed, half moaned. “You’re stealing my thunder, babe.”

“I want you, enough for the two of us.” She tenderly licked his discolored, sore ribs while inching her way down his muscled body. His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her back for only a moment before urging her lower with sublime surrender.

“Yes,” Ariel whispered and she attacked the fastenings to his pants, hurrying before he could change his mind. Every time he shifted, she kissed him through the material, stroked him beneath the zipper, did her best to keep his lust at an urgent level so he couldn’t concentrate long enough to reject her.

When she finally got his fly opened she snaked her hand inside, then paused with the wonder of it, the amazing way he felt, so alive and solid and yet velvety textured, flexing and pulsing in her hand.

Staring down at him, her lips parted to accommodate her fast breathing, Ariel examined her very first up-close and personal penis. What a revelation. “Sam.”

“Kiss me, Ariel.” The words were so guttural, she could barely understand him but she knew what he wanted.

Holding him now in both hands, she brushed a kiss up the length of him and heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the way his hands clenched in her hair, how his big body trembled.

Amazing. And exciting. She ran her tongue up to the very end, then over the glistening tip and he lurched so violently he nearly tossed her off. She quickly repositioned herself and did it again, this time lingering on the head, on that warm bead of moisture that tasted both salty and rich and not quite how she’d ever imagined.

“Oh God.”

“I like this,” Ariel purred, pleased with her discovery and Sam’s reaction to her touch. She glanced up at him. “Do you?”

He laughed again, but it was a sound of agony, not humor.

“Will you like this?” She opened her mouth and drew him in, not real deep because he was big and she was new to this, but taking the head all the way inside to suckle at it, to roll her tongue around him. She tasted more fluid, felt him grow even more, pulse. Sam let out a growling rumble and his whole big body jerked.

Before Ariel could fully appreciate all that splendid response, she found herself on her back, Sam firmly between her thighs, his mouth covering hers. He was ferocious, breathing hard and fast, his hands everywhere, his tongue hot in her mouth, his hips stroking her.

“Protection,” he groaned and, as if by a mighty effort, pushed himself up enough to fumble in the nightstand drawer until he snagged three connected condoms. He ripped one free along the perforated line, opened it with his teeth and sat back on his heels to roll it on.

“You asked for this,” he told her as he shoved his pants down and kicked them off, then wedged himself back between her thighs before she could get a good look at him completely naked. “Remember that.”

For an answer, Ariel twined her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and hugged him tight. She loved him so much that tears sprang to her eyes. “I won’t ever forget it,” she promised him.

He hesitated, his chest working like a bellows. Ariel was so afraid he’d just changed his mind that she tightened her hold.

“Shh.” He smoothed his hand up and down her side. “Relax.”

“Don’t leave me, Sam.” She hated pleading, but if he turned her away now…

“No, I won’t.” And then, with sober apology: “I can’t.” He eased his weight onto her and carefully coaxed her arms from his neck. “I don’t want to hurt you, Ariel.”

“You would never hurt me.”

“I might if I take you like a crazed sailor on shore leave. But you set me off, honey, you really do. I need you to help me out here.”

With complete and utmost sincerity, Ariel told him, “You can take me like a crazed sailor. I won’t mind.”

He smiled, the most tender smile she’d ever seen from him. “
I’ll
mind. Now quit talking and kiss me. No, gently. Yeah, that’s right.”

Ariel melted. Sam’s voracious, hungry kisses were incredible, but the way he kissed her now, almost as if he cared about her, maybe loved her just a little, too, was enough to fill her up for a lifetime. And he took his time, kissing her long and slow and deep until she was the one who demanded more by pressing her belly up against him.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m dying to feel you inside me.”

He shuddered. “All right.” After levering himself up on one elbow, Sam reached down with his other hand to guide himself in. Ariel saw that he was shaking, the high color in his face, how impossibly blue his eyes looked. The broad head of his penis nudged her soft opening, pushed marginally inside.

Sam locked his jaw. “You are so damn wet.”

“I know.” She flushed. “I can’t help it.”

“It’s good. Damn good.” He sank in a bit deeper with a groan. “Small and tight.” His jaw worked as he forced himself into her. “And all mine.”

Ariel’s heart lurched at those possessive words. “Yes. Always.”

But he didn’t seem to know what she said, or even what he’d said. His eyes were glazed, burning as he stared down at her and she saw the acute pleasure in his face as her body accepted him. There was a stretching sensation, a little burning, but no real pain. She felt full, complete. Wonderfully alive.

Suddenly his shoulders bunched. He cursed, squeezed his eyes shut; then he snapped. He thrust into her, causing her to lose her breath in one startled gasp of mingled discomfort and joy.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, even as he slid back out, then stroked in deeper again, gaining a rhythm, harder and faster with each turn.

I love you, Sam
. But the words were only in Ariel’s mind. She held him, cradling his big body close to her heart while he thrust heavily into her, his arms locked tight around her, his face pressed into the side of her throat. He was sweaty, heat pouring off him, and then he arched his back, burying himself so deeply that Ariel cried out.

His face was beautiful, harshly masculine, etched with pleasure so sharp it mirrored pain. Ariel smiled at him, stroked his chest and shoulders until the tremors passed, his primal growls faded, and he slowly sank down onto her.

The carpet on her back prickled, her thighs ached, and Sam’s weight pressed her down, making it difficult to breathe. But she didn’t want to move. Not ever.

Without lifting his head, Sam said, his voice a sleepy rumble, “You probably have carpet burns on your ass now to add to your other injuries.”

Ariel giggled.

Smiling, he forced his head up to see her. “That damn laugh,” he said fondly. And he kissed her.

Ariel was so full of love, she couldn’t imagine being any happier.

“You all right?”

Dreamily, she sighed. “I’m perfect.”

“Yeah.” He sat up beside her, his back against the side of the bed, one leg bent, and he looked at her body. He shook his head in chagrin. “That you are. But you’ll be more perfect after a shower and some sleep.”

Oh no. Panic twisted inside her, but she tried to hide it. “Sam, are you sending me home?”

He shrugged, scooped her up as he stood, groaned at the pain in his shoulder and ribs, and then looked at her. “Unless you want to spend the night. Up to you.”

Her heart raced. “You don’t mind if I stay?”

Taking that as an affirmation that she wanted to, Sam headed for the bathroom. “The damage is done—but I’m not. Be forewarned though. If you stay, I plan to take you at least a few more times.” He looked down at her. “In a few more ways.”