sparks erupted in front of her eyes and she heard a ragged male cry. Chase's or Cam's—she wasn't certain.
"More." She was crying, begging. She didn't have all of him yet. She wasn't burning enough yet.
They shifted again, pushing her closer to Chase's chest as he turned more. Chase was nearly on his back now, beneath her, her leg lying over his thigh as Cam came over her, braced his elbow on the bed, held her hip and moved. Hard. Fast.
Her eyes flew open, staring into his. They were alive now, wild, burning and intent.
"Good?" His voice was rough, demanding.
"More." She was begging, pleading, staring into the well of vivid green, drawn into them, imagining she felt him in her soul even as she felt him in her body.
He drove against her. A wail passed her lips as he pressed deeper, thrusting and working his hips until, with a strangled cry and one hard thrust, she felt him. Felt all of him, stretching her, burning her.
And she was coming again. She was only distantly aware of the hard, coordinated, driving strokes inside her body now. Chase and Cam moved as a unit, one taking as the other retreated, one giving as the other fell back. In and out, stroking and thrusting, burning and stretching as her orgasm melted her mind.
Her eyes locked with Cam. She watched his expression twist, heard Chase shout out his release behind her. But inside her vagina she felt Cam's release. Felt the heated spurts of semen, the throb of his cock, the flesh jerking within her as she dissolved again, and again, watching him, feeling him, and wondering just how much of her he possessed now.
Cam took what had previously been Chase's responsiblity with their lovers, and cleaned the perspiration and sex from Jaci's relaxed body.
She muttered grumpily a few times, but settled back into sleep, as he tucked the blankets around her and stared down at her silently.
"You didn't wear a condom." Chase's voice was disapproving and threaded with anger. "What the hell happened to you Cam, to forget something that damned important?"
His nostrils flared as he excused torment for anger and let the anger reign.
"I'm clean, Chase. We both know it. And she is, too." She was protected. The investigation they had run on her for the club had pulled up all sorts of interesting information. There were still too many questions and not enough answers, but there was no question of any risk, to either of them. She was taking a birth control shot, there were no reports of recent lovers. The risk was minimal.
"That's not the fucking point," Chase growled. "Son of a bitch, sometimes I think you've lost your damned mind."
He pushed his fingers through his hair, satisfaction pulling at the edges of exhaustion and making him more tired than he had been in the past nights. "Maybe I have." He finally shrugged. "Take care of her tonight. Tell her I'll see her when she gets to the Sinclairs' in the morning."
Chase stared back at him in complete disbelief. "You're kidding me? Damn you, Cam, you can't just walk away from her like that. She's not one of the little toys you up and leave laying. She's going to kick your ass."
Yeah, she would. She was going to be madder than hell.
"Cam, this will hurt her. Is that what you really want?" Chase asked, as Cam turned to head back to the living room.
He paused, his teeth clenching. He couldn't hurt her. Pissing her off, he could deal with that.
"I'll sleep on the couch." He shook his head, but he didn't turn back to his brother or the sight of the woman who haunted his heart.
For once, the thought of Chase cuddling and comforting their lover after the sex bothered him. Just as the thought of him cleaning Jaci's sweet body afterward had bothered him.
And he couldn't help it. He moved into the living room and pulled his slacks back on before sitting down on the couch and leaning his head against the back cushion.
There, he stared at the ceiling; but he saw the shadows of the past and he couldn't make himself return to that
"More." She was crying, begging. She didn't have all of him yet. She wasn't burning enough yet.
They shifted again, pushing her closer to Chase's chest as he turned more. Chase was nearly on his back now, beneath her, her leg lying over his thigh as Cam came over her, braced his elbow on the bed, held her hip and moved. Hard. Fast.
Her eyes flew open, staring into his. They were alive now, wild, burning and intent.
"Good?" His voice was rough, demanding.
"More." She was begging, pleading, staring into the well of vivid green, drawn into them, imagining she felt him in her soul even as she felt him in her body.
He drove against her. A wail passed her lips as he pressed deeper, thrusting and working his hips until, with a strangled cry and one hard thrust, she felt him. Felt all of him, stretching her, burning her.
And she was coming again. She was only distantly aware of the hard, coordinated, driving strokes inside her body now. Chase and Cam moved as a unit, one taking as the other retreated, one giving as the other fell back. In and out, stroking and thrusting, burning and stretching as her orgasm melted her mind.
Her eyes locked with Cam. She watched his expression twist, heard Chase shout out his release behind her. But inside her vagina she felt Cam's release. Felt the heated spurts of semen, the throb of his cock, the flesh jerking within her as she dissolved again, and again, watching him, feeling him, and wondering just how much of her he possessed now.
Cam took what had previously been Chase's responsiblity with their lovers, and cleaned the perspiration and sex from Jaci's relaxed body.
She muttered grumpily a few times, but settled back into sleep, as he tucked the blankets around her and stared down at her silently.
"You didn't wear a condom." Chase's voice was disapproving and threaded with anger. "What the hell happened to you Cam, to forget something that damned important?"
His nostrils flared as he excused torment for anger and let the anger reign.
"I'm clean, Chase. We both know it. And she is, too." She was protected. The investigation they had run on her for the club had pulled up all sorts of interesting information. There were still too many questions and not enough answers, but there was no question of any risk, to either of them. She was taking a birth control shot, there were no reports of recent lovers. The risk was minimal.
"That's not the fucking point," Chase growled. "Son of a bitch, sometimes I think you've lost your damned mind."
He pushed his fingers through his hair, satisfaction pulling at the edges of exhaustion and making him more tired than he had been in the past nights. "Maybe I have." He finally shrugged. "Take care of her tonight. Tell her I'll see her when she gets to the Sinclairs' in the morning."
Chase stared back at him in complete disbelief. "You're kidding me? Damn you, Cam, you can't just walk away from her like that. She's not one of the little toys you up and leave laying. She's going to kick your ass."
Yeah, she would. She was going to be madder than hell.
"Cam, this will hurt her. Is that what you really want?" Chase asked, as Cam turned to head back to the living room.
He paused, his teeth clenching. He couldn't hurt her. Pissing her off, he could deal with that.
"I'll sleep on the couch." He shook his head, but he didn't turn back to his brother or the sight of the woman who haunted his heart.
For once, the thought of Chase cuddling and comforting their lover after the sex bothered him. Just as the thought of him cleaning Jaci's sweet body afterward had bothered him.
And he couldn't help it. He moved into the living room and pulled his slacks back on before sitting down on the couch and leaning his head against the back cushion.
There, he stared at the ceiling; but he saw the shadows of the past and he couldn't make himself return to that
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