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Wicked Pleasure

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by Lora Leigh

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  “Damn it, Cam!” Chase was on his feet, jerking his shirt off and pushing it into his brother’s hands.

  Shaking his head, Cam slowly eased her arms into the shirt as she stared back at him, trying to make sense of what she wanted, what they wanted.

  As he drew the edges of the shirt together she whispered miserably, “I’m a virgin, Cam. ”

  She had saved herself for him. For as long as she had remembered, she had known there was no one else for her but Cameron Falladay.

  He froze as his eyes widened, his fingers at the buttons of the shirt.

  “What did you say?”

  “I’m a virgin. ”

  As Chase stomped from the room Cam breathed out with a ragged breath.

  “I’m taking you home now, Jaci. ”

  “I waited for you,” she whispered. “Just for you. ”

  He cupped her face in his hands then and stared back at her, pain and shadows swirling in his eyes.

  “I’m taking you home. Stay away from those parties, because I won’t be there again, and no one else will bother to try to protect you, sweetheart. They’ll hurt you. And as God as my witness, I’ll kill the man who dares to hurt you. ”

  She shook her head, confused, aching, uncertain what she had just allowed to slip through her fingers.

  “Wait. ” She gripped his wrist as he pushed his erection inside his pants and pulled the zipper up. “Cam, tell me why. Why this?”

  She was going to cry. She didn’t want to cry. She wanted Cam, she wanted the heat, the wicked intensity, and a part of her wanted what she knew everything was now. That part of her terrified her.

  “I thought you knew,” he said again, his voice soft, filled with regret. “God, Jaci, I thought you knew what I wanted. Come on. ” He slid her skirt over her legs then pulled her to her feet and replaced it around her hips as he knelt in front of her.

  “Cam?”

  He was too silent, an air of grief surrounding him as he slowly laid his cheek against her stomach. And Jaci felt the first tear fall. She didn’t know what she had lost tonight, and she was suddenly terrified to ask, to let herself wonder.

  “Go home, Jaci. For both our sakes, for my sanity, go home. ”

  1

  Sometimes life just came full circle, whether a woman wanted it to or not. It was inevitable. And life had definitely come full circle for Jaci Wright.

  The party was different. The stilted, gossipy political crowd was nothing like the raucous booze-laden crowd that had inhabited the last party where one of the Falladay twins had waylaid her.

  She wasn’t a woman-child now. She was a mature woman with more hang-ups than a closet and just as many reasons for running as hard and as fast from them now as she’d had seven years ago.

  But this time, she knew she wouldn’t run.

  “It’s definitely a party your mother would approve of. ” Chase Falladay stepped up to her. She had always been able to tell the Falladay brothers apart. Chase was dressed in an evening suit, his thick black hair brushed back from his strong features, his light green eyes watching her with a hint of laughter as a smile tugged at his sensual, sexy lips.

  Sun-darkened flesh was stretched tighter over his face, it seemed, than it had been seven years ago. There were laugh lines at the corners of his eyes, but those eyes—such a light green they were mesmerizing—seemed more shadowed now. Haunted. And he still looked much too much like Cameron—the one man that haunted her dreams and her thoughts, even when he shouldn’t have.

  “Yes, Mom would approve of this party,” she murmured, staring around for a second before her gaze was drawn back to him.

  He was just as handsome as he ever had been. Just as bold as Cam and just as much out of her league. As she stared at him, she felt the past wash over her. The face that stared at her was the right one, but the man wasn’t.

  “Fancy meeting you here. ” She let a smile curve at her lips before raising her champagne glass and sipping at the sparkling liquid. She should have felt uncomfortable, hesitant, but she didn’t. She was more intrigued than she should be.

  “Hmm. Providence perhaps?” He lifted a dark brow and leaned against the wall beside her, one hand pushing into the pockets of his dress slacks while the other held his champagne glass negligently. “Should I rescue you from this one, as Cam did the last one?”

  The mention of that last party, the cool autumn night, the hot male body, and everything she had walked away from when she walked away from him and Cam, flashed through her. Heat whispered over her skin but it wasn’t embarassment.

  “Courtney might kill us both,” she whispered as though they dare not let their hostess hear those words. “I had to promise her I’d mingle, under the threat of dire consequences. ”

  Courtney was her dearest friend. She, along with Sebastian De Lorents, had saved Jaci’s life on a dark street in England, years before, when a mugger decided to get ugly.

  Courtney and Sebastian were both here now, in Squire Point, Virginia. Courtney had married an American businessman, and Sebastian was working for him. Just as Jaci would be doing soon.

  “I’m sure Courtney would understand,” he offered suggestively. “And if she doesn’t, then I’ll have Ian explain it to her. He seems to have some small measure of control over her. ”

  There was a hint of laughter in his voice. Sexy, certain of himself. Confident.

  “Chase Falladay. ” She shook her head, still bemused to be standing there, talking to him as though the years had never separated them. “What are you doing here?”

  He leaned forward several inches. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. ”

  He was close now. So close that all it would take was the smallest movement from her to touch him.

  She shook her head, forcing herself to smile as she stared out over the crowd once more.

  Fate was definitely being fickle at the moment. Not only were her two biggest headaches at this party, but also the identical twin of her greatest torment. Now, how was that for her life? She dreamed of Cam, but here was Chase. And perhaps, as he suggested, it was providence—a sign, Fate laughing its silly ass off and showing Jaci how fickle its favor could be.

  “I don’t know,” she finally answered as she turned back to him. “I’ve been known to be pretty gullible at times. Tell me your tale, and then I’ll decide if I believe it. ”

  She liked to believe she was much less gullible than she had once been. She had seen the world; at times, she had seen more of it than she wanted to. And she had learned lessons she never imagined she would be faced with.

  His eyes gleamed with laughter. “I wouldn’t want to make you blush. I hear it’s impolite. ”

  Sexy, charming. He was devilishly amusing, and the laughter was just as hard to contain as it had been seven years ago.

  Chase had always been the joker, Cam the more serious one. Cam’s dark wit and almost dangerous sexuality had drawn women to him like flies to honey, just as it had drawn Jaci.

  “As though that would stop you. ” She had to force back the laughter, but it was hard. Chase had always had a way of making her laugh. “You delighted in it once. You made everyone laugh, while Cam made certain he made everyone angry. ” She looked around again, her heart thumping hard in anticipation. “Where is Cam?”

  Shockingly, she felt the remembered heat of that night so long ago. Cam’s kiss stealing her mind, and then later, his voice breaking her heart with the knowledge that he wouldn’t be her lover alone.

  For so many years she had wondered if she had made a mistake in running from him that night. If she had stayed, so many things would have changed. And perhaps she wouldn’t have spent seven years wondering.

  “Cam’s around. ” His voice softened, the dark cadence gentling as she turned back to him. “He’ll enjoy seeing you again. It’s been a long time. ”

  It had been. It had been too long.
And yet, not long enough. Because she still felt that warmth low in her stomach as it threatened to turn into a burn. A reaction only Cam, or the thought of Cam, could cause to build inside her.

  And regret. There was always regret.

  Bolder than brass, strong, muscled, larger than life. That was what Cam had always been to her. Until the night she realized exactly how bold he could be.

  Chase had been her friend, though. Even later, during her odd visits home, he had been there. Flirtatious, yet knowing. He had teased her and laughed at her when they met up; but that spark, that hidden flame had never been the same with Chase.

  “It has been a long time,” she nodded.

  She felt uncertain now. She could feel the nervous tension rising inside her.

  Cam was here, and so was Chase. And so much had changed, and yet so much hadn’t. But she remembered Cam’s warning clearly. He would kill over her. He wasn’t a man that made false declarations. And he never forgot a promise. That was a dangerous thing for a woman who knew her past was about to catch up with her.

  Now she was going to have to find a way to hold her own fantasies, as well as the men, at arm’s length, because the promise Cam made her still had the power to terrify her. God help her, the Robertses, and Cam, if he ever learned what truly happened that night. Blood would spill, and the mere thought of that gave her nightmares. He had sworn he would kill any man that hurt her, and he kept his promises.

  It had kept her from contacting Cam, from running to him, for years. The knowledge that she knew he would kill because of her, the look in his eyes that night, the primal intensity, the dark power, assured her he wasn’t joking.

  She had known him and Chase for too many years even before that night. She knew they were both men that other men knew to be wary of.

  She swallowed nervously and felt the flutter of panic in her stomach as her gaze moved around the room. She hid in the shadows of the room throughout the evening, hoping to avoid the Robertses. Now she knew she was going to have to get the hell out of there.

  “I can’t believe you’re this nervous around me, Jaci. ” Chase’s head tilted a fraction as he stared back at her knowingly.

  “Who says I’m nervous?” She was. She accepted it. But not because of the past.

  Those sexy lips quirked again. “Courtney has an exceptional garden outside. ” He extended his hand toward the doors that opened out between the two sprawling wings of the house. “Would you like to walk out with me?”

  “Courtney will miss me. ” She gave him a polite smile as she tried to plan the best route out of the ballroom to where she could call a cab and return to her hotel. “She threatened me, Chase. I’m to mingle. ”

  “She’ll survive, and so will you. ”

  She inhaled roughly as he caught her free hand and tugged her from the side of the ballroom toward those open doors.

  Ian Sinclair and his wife, Courtney, had an exceptional home. The main mansion, built over a hundred years ago, was huge. Later additions included the two wings that sloped back to each side of the main house, creating a hidden, private garden inside.

  Dusk was falling as Chase drew her outside, where the music was more muted, more romantic. The haunting strains of the piano whispered through the air as Chase drew her farther into the shadowed, dimly lit garden.

  She hadn’t expected to see him here. She knew he and Cameron lived in Alexandria, of which Squire Point was a suburb, but she hadn’t thought she would see him here, at the Sinclairs’.

  She had thought she could take this job, do the work it entailed, and maybe, before she left, she would give an old friend a call.

  Her lips quirked at the thought. She was lying to herself then and she was lying to herself now. She was dying to see Cam again. Dying for one more chance to taste his kiss, to feel his touch. To see if anything had changed, if he had grown possessive, if perhaps he had grown out of that need to share with his twin. And if he hadn’t, she wondered if perhaps she had grown out of her fear of it. Because the fantasies that had haunted her over the years had nearly driven her insane. Dark dreams and wicked desires had been instilled in her that night. Escaping them wasn’t an option.

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