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  As the light slid slowly further and further along the room, she’d come to the realization that she wasn’t waiting for everybody to fall asleep any longer. She just couldn’t seem to get out of bed and follow through on her outrageous idea. The very idea that she’d chicken out affronted her enough to finally make a move.

  Telling herself that the worst that could happen is she ended up losing her virginity, Jamie fortified her reserves with the reminder that’s just what she’d come to the MacAuley ranch to do. Tormenting Brodie and Caelen was just an added benefit. It didn’t help with her nerves, but it gave her the determination to at least get her nightgown off.

  Slipping into her robe, Jamie quietly, slowly snuck out of the room. All the while, she kept a watchful eye on Bridgette, not trusting her sister to let go if she woke. Linc certainly wouldn’t, and his open door had to be passed. That put the fear right back into her.

  What Brodie and Caelen would do if they caught her would be fun. What Linc would do? Not so fun. That made her wary enough to linger by the edge of the doorway, peeking into the darkened room to study the lump in the bed.

  Fast as she could, she darted to the other side and flattened herself out against the wall and lingered again. Nothing but the smooth, even rhythm of Linc’s snores wafted over the threshold. Assured he wouldn’t be jumping out to startle her, Jamie rushed down the steps to collect the small pile of items she’d stowed away throughout the day.

  Not much, the pile consisted of little more than a pair of slippers, some rope, and a few bits of chain. Then again, she didn’t need much more than her hands and mouth to exact the punishment on the two brutes who had stolen her toys. Oh, but it would be so sweet if she got away with it.

  Excitement started to replace her nerves as she made her way down the path to their cabin. The closer she drew to the darkened shadows of their house, the thicker the need built in her womb until it began to trickle down her thighs. It felt so weird to feel her pussy swell and part, making each step its own tingly caress.

  Never before had she felt this level of lust. It emboldened her, and this time she slid through the crack her shoulder made, pushing against their door. Stepping into their domain with confidence, she pressed the door silently back into its frame.

  Overwhelmed by the musky scent of her men, Jamie felt herself more lured to the open door of their bedroom. Brodie and Caelen had the biggest bed she’d ever seen. The sight of it soured her mood just as it had the first time. With only the one bed, in the one bedroom, it made a statement.

  They really had intended to marry Rebecca Boyd. That hurt. Not enough to temper the lust boiling in her, but more than enough to turn it in a vicious direction. Tonight they’d pay for making a bed that big for another woman. Tonight they’d suffer for sending her away five years ago. Tonight she’d get her revenge.

  That was the last bit of steel she needed to stiffen her resolve and take the biggest gamble of her life. It was an even draw on who would be worse to control if he woke up first, so Jamie went toward Brodie out of habit.

  Curled on his side with the sheet twisted around his hips, he actually managed to look relaxed in sleep. He also looked like he was having sweet dreams from the tree she could see casting shadows over his thigh. That’s big.

  It wasn’t the first time the thought had struck her that Brodie and Caelen seemed abnormally endowed in comparison to the men she usually saw. Biting her lip, Jamie looked away. She’d get to see just how well he measured up and on her own terms, if she could just get the rope around his wrists.

  He made that task easier by clutching his pillow between his arms and bringing his wrists to rest within an inch of each other. It had been a long time since she’d roped calves, but Jamie still had the moves. With quick efficiency, she worked the rope around both wrists, looping them together in the middle but not tightening down yet.

  With steady hands and a fluttering stomach, she threaded the rope through the first one and then another of the circular links dangling from the headboard. As a sign that her men hadn’t changed at all in the last five years, they’d added an iron rail to the head of the bed, and from each blackened rod hung a shiny ring.

  There had been enough times she’d spied on them with their women to know what those rings were used for, though she’d never seen them used on the twins. That would change tonight. All she had to do was get Caelen bound, before she tightened the noose.

  In a reversal of their normal dispositions, Caelen gave her a bit more trouble than Brodie. Using the opposite end of the same rope, she had to be careful not to tug or pull Brodie from his slumber as she tried to lasso Caelen’s wrists. All the while, Caelen muttered and grumbled, giving her all sorts of grief.

  Her stomach stayed clenched through the long hours it felt like it took to get him roped. Finally, though, she was threading Caelen’s end of the rope through the ring dangling over his head to bring the two pieces together. She could have just yanked and jerked both their asses to alarm and still managed to get the final knot tightened, but Jamie wanted to play with her captives.

  Stark terror would come soon enough, now that she had them completely at her mercy. Too bad for them, Jamie intended to savor every moment, including slowly tightening down on the rope. Just as they had been designed to do, the rings held the rope straight, letting her bring enough tension into the threads to keep their wrists immobile.

  Brodie accepted the slow pull of his arms over his head, rolling with the motion. With little more than a murmur he settled quietly onto his back with that damn tree now pointing skyward. Caelen fell into a very similar position, but he didn’t go nearly as quietly.

  Smacking his lips and actually getting few cusses out of them, he twitched and shifted before accepting the new position and falling back to still. Jamie imagined she had Linc to thank for wearing Caelen out enough for her to get away with this. Not that she figured her brother-in-law would take the compliment.

  Stepping back, Jamie considered just what to do next. All the possibilities…she just needed to figure out what would cause the most damage to the two oversized, arrogant cowboys totally at her mercy.

  Chapter 11

  Liquid heat…He bathed in it…so sweet and wet, soft and velvety…a spread leg, full body massage. That’s what it was. Caelen’s mind dreamily identified the sensation as his sleepy imagination tried to fill in an image to the desire holding him tight. He didn’t need eyes to know that feel.

  A creaming cunt split wide right over the hard ridge of his erection, scorching his already enflamed cock and making it swell painfully bigger. Oh…and those soft tits…Plump breasts rubbed enticingly against the toughened wall of his chest. The pebbled little nipples catching and rolling as she panted hard and ground herself at an ever increasing rhythm.

  Nothing had ever felt this good, but something else would certainly feel better. The curved entrance of her little sheath pressed down for a mere second, barely kissing his weeping head with a tease of what could be before passing over it in another smooth glide. Damn woman…woman…Jamie.

  He’d know her anywhere, even in his dreams, but he wasn’t asleep. With a start, Caelen came alive only to be bound down. Snapping open his eyes, he found his world blackened by a blindfold, his voice gagged and his limbs trapped. In an instant he went from happily aroused to lustfully enraged as he fought his binds with every bit of strength in his muscles.

  He couldn’t even make the bed shake. That’s how good Jamie’s knots had always been, and apparently, she hadn’t forgotten how to use them. All his struggling did was tighten down the ropes until his wrist were pinned almost painfully against the headboard and his ankles spread wide and tucked into place along the footboard.

  Son of a bitch!

  As if she could hear that thought right through his head, Jamie giggled from above him and gave him another soul-throbbing pass of her little pussy over the very thick cock he had waiting to pack her full of.

  “I came back for my dick, Cael
en.”

  He swallowed hard at that husky declaration, praying to God that’s exactly what she’d come to take care of. God didn’t answer those kinds of prayers though, leaving him at a vixen’s mercy as she licked her way right down his neck before giving him a little nibble over the same pulse point he’d used against her earlier.

  “The question is what, oh what, should I do with it now?”

  Oh, sweet mother of God. He hoped she was thinking what he was thinking by licking that little tongue down his chest. If he’d had the ability, he’d have forced her mouth to where he ached for her kiss, but Jamie had torment on her mind. That became obvious when she nibbled down on his nipple, making him flex under the lash of pleasure.

  Another giggle only added to the mind numbing apprehension setting in his mind. “I see you’re sensitive here, too.”

  Another nibble and Caelen began trying to gnaw through his gag. Fueled by the wicked teasing of her mouth, he fought her every delicious inch of the way as she slowly dipped further and further over the trembling, tense ripples of his stomach muscles to the flat plain that lead her right to where his cock strained as it waited impatiently.

  Oh, please…oh, please…He’d give just about anything if she’d just…oh, shit! Caelen arched clean off the bed as burst of wild fire flew out of his balls. With no warning, she took him right to back of her throat. Tight, wet, heaven, she sucked him right up to the pearly gates, making him writhe like a person possessed every frenzied stroke of the way.

  Just inches from the most powerful release of his life and she left him cold and bobbing in the wind. Fucking…NO! Caelen went crazy. He couldn’t take it. Being bound, having no control, nothing in his life had ever burned so badly. As he cut and rubbed his skin raw against her binds, he swore she’d pay.

  Jamie would pay like no other.

  * * * *

  Jamie leaned back and watched Caelen with a wary eye. She might have pulled off the smoothest move of her life, but it hadn’t been near a sure thing. Now as he went wild, she tensed with anticipation of the rope breaking at any second. It stayed strong and true to the youth she’d picked it for, holding down the berserk cowboy so well he didn’t even have room to shift the mattress hard enough to wake the other slumbering giant.

  Way on the other side of the mattress, Brodie slept so much like the dead, she kind of had to wonder. Especially given the fit Caelen threw. Boy, oh boy, was she in trouble now. Jamie kind of wondered just what kind of punishment this night would earn her in Caelen’s wicked mind. Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be any less severe even if she showed mercy now.

  Laying a hand right over his cock, she brought him to a perfect, tense still. Much bigger than the two inches she’d constantly accused them of being, Jamie marveled at the size of the beast in her hand. Heated velvet, that’s what he felt like as she stroked him, soothing him back into acceptance of his position.

  There was a special move her bigger breasted girls did with smaller clients that Jamie had intended to try out on Caelen, but he didn’t qualify as small, and she really didn’t have that big of breasts. Giving his dick a firm squeeze, she marveled that such a simple move could cause him to groan and flex in harsh reaction. The dick in her grip pulsed back against her fingers, as if daring her to do it again.

  The move might not work, but the cock in her hands fairly begged for her try. Besides, with Caelen blindfolded, she wouldn’t have to worry about looking awkward. It certainly felt that way and not the least bit romantic to try and lever herself into position. Romance be damned, she much preferred the spirally tingles of lust.

  That’s just what the brush of stiff dick against the side of her breast sent dancing down her spine. From her nipple outward, her breast tightened painfully, beginning to throb as it demanded attention. Attention Jamie willingly gave them.

  Cupping them from the bottom, she twirled her fingers teasingly over her nipples making herself shiver with giggles. It felt good, better than normal. Even as she goaded the sparkling sensations into a single, pulsating need, she drove that feeling through her captive cowboy.

  With each pass of her fingers over her nipples, Jamie stroked the sides of breasts down over the burning length of cock trapped between them. Caelen was stretched as taut as a clothes line in a storm. Vibrating with need, ragged pants escaped around his gag.

  They pitched into smothered noises as her chin tucked into her neck and her mouth dipped down over the blood-swollen head of his cock. Curling her lips right around the ridge of massive head, Jamie sucked on it like a chunk of ice on a hot summer’s day. He almost threw her off, he bucked so hard.

  Oh, yeah. That’s how it’s done.

  * * * *

  The whiny, guttural sounds of an animal in pain slowly distinguished themselves from the hum of Brodie’s dreams. Growing more crisp and precise as they roused him to awareness, Brodie smacked his lips and tried to roll away from the annoyance.

  Caught on something, he stayed pinned into place. That, more than anything, finally had him abandoning his sweet dreams of Jamie to crack an eye open in annoyance. Fuzzy shadows wavered in his sleepy sight, slowly slinking back into crisp lines until he finally made out his twin’s…face?

  Brodie blinked and focused. It was Caelen, but his features were distorted by the thick fold of a bandana strung around his eyes. Another bit into his lips, gagging the sounds that tore from his clenched and sweating throat. Like a creature in pain, every one of Caelen’s muscles vibrated with flushed tension.

  Slick with exertion that spoke to Caelen’s suffering, Brodie just couldn’t comprehend what his gaze took in as he tracked down the soft sucking sound that murmured beneath Caelen’s muffled groans. Shock didn’t even begin to describe what bulged his eyes wide as they landed on the woman molesting his brother.

  “Jamie?”

  Her head popped up, those dark eyes shining in the night as her mouth slid into a wicked grin. Slow and pointed, in a silent threat of things to come, her tongue slipped out to lick the sheen clean from her lips.

  The very challenge of that gesture had him growling and flexing up with every intention of showing her just what he did to little girls. That thought clipped right out under the blinding flash of rage that hit the second his wrist bit into the ropes.

  “What the fuck?”

  In an all out rampage, Brodie twisted, bucked, cussed, and tried just about everything he knew to break the binds if not the bed. He met resistance, not from Jamie, but from Caelen. Tied to him with the same stretch of rope, every time he pulled, Caelen yanked back, each warring to release the pressure on their wrists.

  It didn’t matter that it hurt. It didn’t matter that the battle proved quickly to be pointless. Nothing mattered but what he intended to do her once he got free. It wasn’t pretty, and it wouldn’t be kind, but he would have his revenge for this. Not soothing, the idea calmed him into falling still.

  All the possibilities glimmered in his mind. With this act, Jamie had declared open warfare. He wouldn’t have to worry about pushing her too hard or going too far over the line because she’d taken the fight there. Brodie couldn’t help but notice that she hadn’t come here yet.

  It made a small savage slice of victory curl through his system. Maybe the little darling had finally realized how badly this game ended for her. Given how little hope he had for this moment, Brodie savored the idea. Rolling his head to the side, in search of the worry on her face, Brodie intended to make it worse with a few well-deserved threats.

  He didn’t find her worried. Stretched over his brother like a cat, her sleek, nude body gleamed in the moonlight, making her more goddess than woman. That made Caelen her mortal slave. He certainly looked like one, trembling beneath her as she held him on the razor’s edge of ecstasy.

  The gentle slide of her thigh had smooth sensual motions that spoke volumes of the torment Caelen’s dick received beneath its velvety caress. As if making his twin’s balls go blue weren’t bad enough, Jamie had curled herself
around the side of his chest. Propped up on an elbow, she watched Brodie, even as her fingers negligently teased one of Caelen’s nipples.

  The girl had evil in her eyes and on her lips as she leaned down to whisper in Caelen’s ear. Brodie couldn’t hear her, but from the way Caelen tensed, he knew Jamie had something coming his way. Given what she’d already proved herself capable of, that should have had his dick pulsing thicker than it had been for the last four days.

  Hell, Brodie would have never believed he could go soft as he watched Jamie crawl naked toward him. That was a dream he’d long fantasized seeing. Those full tits hanging down, brushing their puckered tips over his chest as she mounted him. Just the feel of those little chocolate curls parting back to press a thick, creamy pussy kiss into his stomach should have had him ready to explode.

  It didn’t because he couldn’t get over the binds. If they hadn’t been in his way…his dick pulsed eagerly back to life. Oh, yeah. When they’re not in the way…

  “What’s wrong, Brodie?” Jamie raised a brow. “No threats to make?”

  Knelt over his chest, there wasn’t any secret of hers he couldn’t see. “You gonna have to shave that pussy, darlin’. It better be smooth the next time I see it or I’ll handle the matter myself.”

  That had the smug seeping from her smile as her gaze narrowed. “You don’t have to worry about that, Brodie, ‘cause this is going to be the last time you see it…or feel it.”

  Sliding her hips down, she dragged that weeping cunt right down his stomach to drench his cock in a smothering kiss. That did it. Brodie grunted and clenched hard as she started to hump herself against his length.

  Fighting her every inch of the way in an attempt to deny her this victory, his dick didn’t really care what his pride had to say. It just liked being kissed, and he just hated hearing that smug giggle.