Meaning Deke didn’t. What was the problem with these two? Morgan watched their byplay with a frown. Alyssa and Deke disliked each other. Intensely.“I hate to interrupt,” Morgan blurted, lying through her teeth, “but can I get my purse, Alyssa?”The woman looked at her. “Morgan? Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you with red hair and… What the hell are you wearing?”“Jack’s sweatpants and He-Man’s sweatshirt.”Alyssa’s expression turned ripe with X-rated questions.Morgan flushed with both embarrassment and anger. “It’s not what you’re thinking, but don’t ask. I just want to get my purse and get out of here.”“Did Jack find your stalker and put him out of his misery?”“No, but we think he’s gone to California looking for me since he set fire to my house there yesterday.”Alyssa grabbed her hand. “I’m not so sure, hon. Come with me. You, too, steroid boy.”Morgan followed her into a narrow hallway that bloomed into an office. Deke trailed behind, grumbling that he’d never used st
But she had to take care of a few things first.Dragging her laptop out, Morgan hunkered down in the plush king-sized bed and dashed off an email to Brandon. She explained about the damage to his house and promised to return to Houston and get the repairs started. She told him she was alive and safe, that Jack had been watching over her. She sent him the name of her hotel tonight in case he could contact her—and not much more. How could she possibly explain to ultra-responsible Brandon that she had fallen for a stranger in a handful of days? Then, after beseeching him to stay safe in Iraq, she grabbed her phone. She’d read on the Internet that sometimes confronting your stalker with a firm no could make them go away. Maybe that tactic would work with Reggie. But one glance at her phone told her there’d be no calling Reggie tonight. Her phone was deader than dead. Damn!Resigned that everything would wait until tomorrow, she headed for the blissful steam of a shower.Twenty minutes and
A silent implication that she wanted more than he was willing to provide. The truth hurt, ripped her insides like an industrial paper shredder. But she’d done what she had to do. Lying wouldn’t work. Ultimately, the fall out would only be more painful. She’d be doing them both a disservice. Being engaged to Andrew without being honest for too long had proven that.Besides, better that they crossed this bridge now, rather than later, after she convinced herself to stay and lie…and surely only grow more attached to him.Would she ever be able to move past Jack? Looking at the tense set of his shoulders, his clenching fists, remembering the feel of that inky hair in her hands and that broad Cajun smile… Probably not.Morgan sighed. “I’m sorry.”She watched those broad shoulders lift in a shrug. “I wouldn’t want you to lie to me.” He turned and paced toward her again. “Don’t ever lie.”But his eyes raged, as if the pain was nearly beyond his bearing. Morgan ached for him.“I understand wh
“Oh.” Her voice fluttered.Hell, he could hear the arousal in her voice. That quivering note, ripe with curiosity, yet a breath away from a needy whimper, just about turned him inside out.Jack swallowed against a harsh blast of lust. “Are you ready for whatever I give you?”She met his gaze squarely. “Yes, sir.”Not testing her wasn’t an option. He dug into his bag again and produced a pair of padlocks. With them, he attached her wrists to the cuffs around her thighs. The locks clicked into place, loud in the room so silent, except the harsh clip of her breathing and the pounding of his heart in his ears.He stood, intentionally crowding her and forcing her gaze to his. “You’re ready for everything I’m going to give you?”“Yes, sir.”So far so good…but did she mean it? He found a set of ankle cuffs in his bag. The super soft black leather whispered over his fingers, thrilling him with the idea they’d soon be wrapped around her even softer skin, keeping her in place foranything…every
“Are you sure?” Her voice trembled.“Watching you flush and swell in the sunlight, feeling you writhe on my fingers, seeing you smile, yeah.” Jack sounded like he’d swallowed a truckload of gravel. “Yeah.”A beautiful answer, but still…she had to ask the hard question. “You’re not going to turn into Destructor on steroids, watching Deke touch me? This isn’t going to upset you?”Cupping her cheek, he sighed. “If I don’t give this to you, I’ll lose you anyway. And I believe we belong together, cher. We have to trust each other to have any tomorrows.” A reluctant smile tugged at his wide mouth. “Besides, you looked hot as hell coming for both of us.”“Jack and I talked about it early this morning. His head is in the right place, doll.”“So it’s up to you.” Jack swallowed. “All it takes is one word, and we’ll fuck you beyond your every dream. You just have to accept your needs. Yes or no.”The moment stunned her…humbled her. Simply amazing. Seemingly implacable Jack was willing to put asi
She sucked Deke into her mouth and gave a demanding pull on him. He stiffened even more against her tongue and gripped her hair in harsh fists. In reward, Jack plunged into her, prodding at her swollen clit with his fingers, now coated with her juice. She cried out.God, it was so much. Too much. And even though Jack had backed off the hot pace of his strokes, she still felt the inferno of desire raging, climbing, threatening to lick at her until her body exploded into a thousand pleasure-rent pieces and sanity fled.As if sensing how close she was, Jack eased away again. Morgan whimpered. She had to come. Soon, damn it. Now!She rededicated her efforts to Deke’s cock, laving from root to tip, lingering on the hidden spot just beneath the flared head, wrapping her tongue around the thick root. Then she took him in her mouth, deep, back to her throat and sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed. Beneath her, Deke got even harder. And he groaned, urging her on.“Oh, that’s it. Holy shit, doll,
Jack rewarded her by reaching around her and lifting her breast to Deke’s mouth. He took the nipple between his lips hungrily, drawing hard, nipping with his teeth. Sensation zinged from her breast to her belly, straight down to where Deke impaled her with the wicked length of his cock…and lower, to the forbidden thrill of Jack lodged deep inside her.Together, they scraped her raw, shoving her up impossibly higher, right into something huge and irresistible. Indescribable.She’d barely caught her breath when she felt Jack’s flesh push into her, dragging across all her tingling nerves while he exhaled on her neck and whispered, “You’re mine. I love you.”Something cracked in Morgan at his words, deep inside. The last of her resistance broke free. She sent a helpless glance over her shoulder at him, knowing her total submission showed in her eyes, and she climaxed again, zooming higher than ever in shuddering surrender.Clamping down on the pair of cocks so hard, both were trapped deep
“You’re not exactly Mr. Clean here,” Jack growled at her brother. “You’re the one who seduced Kayla while I was married to her, made her believe you loved her—”“So you seduced me in return?” Morgan shouted at Jack. “Pushed me to change my perception of myself and my sexuality. You made me believe you loved me, that I loved you, too. I said it to you while...” She gasped as the awful truth washed through her blood in an icy rush. “That must have been the ultimate revenge, having me tell you that I loved you during sex, just like Kayla said to Brandon. Did you know it would work out that perfectly, or just hope?”“Cher, it was nothing like that. I swear. Honest. I—”“Dear God! Did you do to Morgan what you did to Kayla?” Brandon broke in, his voice booming with incredulity. “Did you mess with her head and try to turn her into some submissive robot?”“Does she seem like a robot to you?”“Kayla couldn’t handle what you wanted from a woman, and after you, she was afraid of every man. I no