She clawed at his shirt. Pulled the fabric upward causing him to abandon her needy breast with a pop.
“I want you now. Right here.” His words, his tone were typical Jameson commanding. In a flash they were divesting one another of their clothing.
She stood in awe, breathing rapidly as she took in the sight of her man. Jameson was filled with muscles from his firm jaw to his thick, long cock.
He lay down on the ottoman, his legs hung over the sides, spread wide. Even his thighs had muscles and were sexy. She climbed right up on top of him as he fisted his cock and lined it up with her pussy.
“Now,” he demanded, and she complied. She adjusted her body over his cock and took him in slowly. It was exquisite torture but obviously too much for Jameson. His fingers dug into her hips and he shoved her downward as he thrust upward. Their bodies clashed and united together.
Mariana screamed. Jameson tightened up and held her there as he took unsteady breaths. He spoke through clenched teeth.
“You feel so tight and perfect, baby. Inside you I’m home.”
Up and down, she began to ride him, trying to find her release as if desperate for all of Jameson. They moaned and petted one another. He cupped her breasts. She tweaked his nipples as she thrust her hips, feeling him grow larger and larger inside of her.
The sound of footsteps grabbed their attention. She tensed a moment until Jameson jerked her hips.
“On me. You focus on me and nothing else.”
His demand was intense, and she wondered if this was a time, a test to trust him.
Jameson pulled on her nipple hard. So hard she felt the pinch of pain and screamed right before the gush of fluid lubricated his cock.
“That’s it. You like it a little rough don’t you?” he asked her as he pulled hard on her other nipple eliciting another cry from her. She sensed movement to the side of her, but before Mariana could turn to see who was there, Jameson grabbed her by her hair, pulling her down for a deep and wild kiss. His tongue stroked the cavern of her mouth. She tried to keep up as their tongues battled for control, and then she felt the hand on her ass and the cool liquid against her puckered hole. She jerked, but Jameson wouldn’t let her up.
“I need you, Mariana. Now. Like this,” Jax whispered as he cupped her thighs, squeezing, arousing her anus and preparing her for double penetration.
She moaned against Jameson’s mouth, and then she felt the thick, bulbous head of Jax’s cock against her back opening.
The palms of his hands caressed up her spine and then back down as he parted her ass cheeks and pushed through. Jameson held her thighs and ass, adding to the excitement of both men touching her and making love to her together.
“I need this. I need you,” Jax said then began to move in and out of her ass. Jameson released her lips as she panted with her face flat against his shoulder.
“Oh God, Jax, it’s too much.”
“No. Never too much. You’re mine. Ours,” he said so strongly she shook, and he moved faster. He grabbed onto her hips and thrust into her so damn deep she screamed. Her body exploded immediately, and then both men began to move together. Up and down, in and out, they took complete control of her body and branded her their woman.
Both men roared as they thrust together inside of her and exploded. She felt their bodies shake, and their breathing sounded as raspy as her own, but she closed her eyes and relished in the aftermath. She was their woman and they were her men. She hoped that this was forever.
* * * *
Jax slowly pulled from Mariana’s body and walked away. Jameson caressed her hair and continued to kiss her skin until Jax returned. Jameson knew that something was up. Jax was kind of rough, the way he took Mariana’s ass. She was new to anal sex, and he wanted to make certain that they didn’t hurt her. She was precious and needed reassurance that they were her protectors and lovers and not the enemy.
“Are you okay?” he asked her, and she moaned but remained lying over his chest. Her long, wavy brown hair was damp from perspiration.
He caressed over her lower back and ass. He trailed a finger along the crevice. “Are you sure?” he asked. She nodded slightly as he looked over her shoulder at a very angry Jax.
“I didn’t hurt her.” He barked.
“I was just making sure. She’s new to this.”
“I know that. Don’t you think I know that? I would never hurt her.”
“You need to calm down.”
Jax released an annoyed sigh, and Mariana slowly lifted her head up.
“What’s wrong?” she asked Jax, and he ran his fingers through his hair as he stood there in a pair of navy-blue boxers.
He took a deep breath then slowly released it.
“Nothing. I’m sorry.” He walked closer and caressed her back and then her ass as he knelt down beside the ottoman.
“I missed you.” He cupped her face between his hands and kissed her.
When he released her lips, she lay back down with her cheek against Jameson’s chest. Jameson locked gazes with Jax and immediately he knew that something triggered Jax’s behavior and his need to possess Mariana.
“Hey, baby, why don’t you let Jax start a hot bath for you? You can soak a bit while we shower up.”
“Mmm, sounds good.”
Jameson looked at Jax, and Jax nodded his head as he caressed Mariana’s back and ass before standing up and heading to the bathroom. While she was in there, Jameson and Jax could talk about what exactly was going on.
* * * *
“Okay, so spit it out,” Jameson said as he towel dried his hair. Jax had already showered and now sat on the couch in the living room.
“We’ve got ourselves a bit of a situation.”
“With Mariana’s apartment being ransacked?”
“It was a message. Spider thinks that it was meant for us.”
Jameson sat on the couch with the towel in his hands. They were both dressed in dress pants and shirts.
“What does that mean?”
“He thinks that this has something to do with our business dealings. Someone may be trying to scare us into not becoming so large so quickly. Not sure really.”
“Maybe he’s wrong,” Jameson suggested.
Jax shook his head as he looked at the rug and then back up toward his brother.
“The knife was custom made. Under the pillow was a typed note. It said, ‘We can get to her any time we want to.’”
“Fuck!” Jameson stated then stood up.
“Exactly. Someone wants to scare us.”
“Well, they just fucking did scare us. What are we going to do?”
“Our jobs, for one, and take care of Mariana. We can’t let her out of our sights.”
“She has school.”
“Fuck school. She doesn’t need to go.”
“She does, Jax. She’s been working so hard for her degree. It means so much to her. Plus there’s more. We talked while you were gone.”
“Talked about what?”
“Us, and our intentions,” Jameson said, and then he told Jax all about Marian’s upbringing and her fears.
“She needs us, Jameson.”
“Exactly and we need her, too. I don’t care what all this shit is about. If it means we have to close up shop, I’ll do it. We’ve got more than enough money to live life multiple times in luxury. She’s more important than anything. And, not sure if you realized it or not, but we haven’t been using any protection with her.”
Jax ran his fingers through his hair. “I know. I thought about it for a split second and then it hit me. I want her forever. I don’t want to lose her. I want her pregnant with our children.”
“I don’t want to scare her, Jax. She’s younger than us. She has goals and expectations.”
“She loves us already. She’s just scared like we are. The power of our connection is incredible, Jameson. I want this. But right now our priority is her protection We need to keep her out of harm’s way.”
“We
need to take her out of the city then.”
“I agree. I also have this feeling that we’re missing something with this. It’s got to be more than coincidental that Clover Masters was trying to steal your ideas.”
“You think Clover is behind this incident at Mariana’s?”
“I’m not sure, but Spider and the guys are investigating. He thinks we should take Mariana out of town for a couple of weeks.”
“How is she supposed to attend school?”
“She can’t.”
“That’s not fair to her, Jax. If Clover or whomever wants to go after us through Mariana, then we need to protect her. But taking her away from her studies, just isn’t fair for her.”
“I don’t care. She’s our woman and our responsibility. You said it yourself. We need her as much as she needs us. Besides, we know the dean of that college. He attends some of the art galleries at Roldolpho’s. I’m sure if we explain the situation that he would get her professors to send along the work so she can do it online. She only has a semester to go,” Jax stated with confidence.
“Fine. Whatever you think is best. But what about Clover?”
“I have men on him now. If he’s up to something, then we’ll know it soon enough.”
* * * *
“I can’t allow you to buy me a whole new wardrobe,” Mariana said as she stood in the laundry room and waited for her jeans to dry. She had one outfit to her name. The T-shirt and jeans she changed into at Freda’s place.
“You are so damn stubborn.” Jax raised his voice at her, and she glared at him. She wasn’t backing down.
“Here. This is from Freda,” Jameson interrupted, stretching his arm between Jax and Mariana to pass along an envelope. She took it and stared at him.
“What is it?”
“Your pay from the other night.”
Mariana looked inside the envelope and gasped. There were five thousand dollars in it.
Jax and Jameson looked just as shocked and a bit angry to boot.
“What exactly did you and Theo do on that date?” Jax asked.
She held his gaze. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Jameson now questioned her.
“Hey, it’s not that type of escort service. Besides, I was actually kind of on my own most of the time. Theo is quite popular.”
“Which is how Ellington got you alone. Let’s not think about it,” Jax said then walked out of the room.
“Freda did say that Theo gave you a little extra. I think maybe he felt bad about leaving you alone and giving Ellington the opportunity to strike.”
“I can’t accept this. It’s five thousand dollars.”
Mariana was in shock.
“That’s a drop in the bucket to Theo. Believe me,” Jameson added then walked out of the room.
Just then the dryer buzzed. Her only pair of pants were dry. Why were Jameson and Jax so upset about the money? She did do her job. She stared at the envelope then place it down as she dropped the towel from around her, reached into the dryer, and took out her clothing. As she was buttoning her jeans she sensed someone standing by the doorway watching her. It was Jameson.
“You’re finished being an escort. You know that, right? We’re not allowing it. That part of your life is over.”
Her first reaction was to snap at him. How dare he tell her what she can and can’t do. But then she knew that they worried about her and cared. She didn’t want to risk getting caught in a situation again that she couldn’t handle.
She nodded her head as she put her shirt on.
“We’re taking a little trip. We’ll grab some clothes on the way and more once we get to our house.”
She stared at him. “We’re going to your house in the suburbs? The one with all the land?”
He nodded his head.
“Wait. For how long? I have a test on Friday.”
“That’s taken care of. You can work off of my laptop.”
“Wait a minute. What do you mean ‘taken care of’? What did you do?” she asked, feeling the anger fill her immediately.
Jameson stared at her in such a way that it made her belly do a series of somersaults and her gut clench. He was acting differently. Something wasn’t right.
“Jax spoke with the dean. Your professors have been notified. We set up an e-mail account for your assignments to be sent and any work needed.” Her jaw dropped.
“The dean? You know the dean?” She didn’t know if she should scream or just hit something. How dare they take control of her life like this. “You can’t be serious. You didn’t interfere in my life like that? You’re joking around.”
He glanced at his watch, dismissing her attitude and anger as if he were bored with her upset.
“Get ready. We leave in fifteen minutes.”
“Wait.” She grabbed his arm. He stared down into her eyes.
“Why did Jax do that? Why are you taking over my life?” she asked as her voice cracked.
He swallowed hard then placed his hands on her shoulders.
“Remember when we talked about trust?”
She nodded her head.
“You need to trust Jax and I right now. We’re doing what is best for you. We’re trying to keep you safe.” He kissed her forehead then escorted her from the laundry room. Mariana couldn’t help but wonder what, or whom, it was that they were keeping her safe from.
Chapter 12
“It seems like your plan worked, Clover. The Spauldings left town an hour ago. My sources say they notified their office that they would be gone a week or two.”
Clover smiled at Buster’s news.
“That is perfect. Now, there’s no way they can connect the apartment thing to me, right?”
“No way, sir. I had some shits from that neighborhood take care of things. It cost a few hundred but it was worth it. It seems like the Spaulding brothers really care about Mariana. So much for virginal and sweet and innocent, huh? Fucking two guys like that.”
“I have to admit that I hadn’t seen that coming.”
“Well it’s not too uncommon, but still, she’s hot. It makes her more appealing, I think, knowing that she can handle two guys their size at once.”
Clover squinted his eyes and clasped his hands under his chin. She could be a bonus to really seek some revenge on Jameson and Jax. Maybe he could steal her away from them, rip off Darian Rothesburgh, skip town, and take the girl, too? She was probably fantastic in bed and maybe she would like it as rough as he enjoyed it. No other women had been able to keep up with his bedroom fantasies.
“I don’t like that look, boss.”
“I’m thinking of adding some things to the plan.”
“Things, sir?”
“Yes, Buster. I want you to try and keep an eye on where they take Mariana. I want to know when she returns, which I am assuming will be for the gala in two weeks. Jameson and Jax especially are really into art. Even though they didn’t get the security detail, they’ll attend.”
“And why do you want her followed?”
“I’m thinking that she may be a great going-away gift for me. You know, someone who can possibly handle being in my bed.”
Buster’s eyes widened. “No other woman had been able to thus far.”
“She’s special. As you said, handling two men as big as those two at once is interesting and appealing, don’t you think?”
Buster smirked. “I’ll take care of it, boss. When do you want to nab her?”
“As soon as the artwork is securely in the trucks and safely out of town. She’ll be there, too. So maybe that will be the time to take her. While you’re at it, get rid of the snitch in X-Caliber’s organization. We don’t need her anymore either. Make it so that no one ever finds her.”
“Very good, sir. I’ll start planning accordingly.”
Clover smiled as he thought about the new life that lay ahead of him and the new brunette that would be in his bed soon enough.
* * * *
Mariana was tired of arguin
g with Jax and Jameson over shopping for clothes. She picked out the necessities and then tried to pay for them with her own money and they flipped out. They totally made a scene in the store and she was embarrassed into letting them pay for stuff. With a trunk full of new clothing and shoes, she finally convinced them that they could head out of town and to what they referred to as their small getaway retreat house.
After leaving the city and seeing all the small houses, it reminded her of home. Not that her mom and her place was special. It was old, crappy, had a roof that leaked, and a damp mildew-like smell in the spring, but it was still her home. It was the only one she ever had.
Mariana closed her eyes and thought about her mother. She hadn’t been back to her graveside since the day, before the night of her first escort job. She wasn’t even sure why she went there. Maybe because she didn’t have anyone else to talk to, or to tell about the new job? Maybe because she hoped that her life would change for the better and she would have a chance to make some money, save some money, and get her dream job.
“Hey, baby, you’re awfully quiet. Tired from shopping?” Jameson asked as he turned sideways in the seat.
“Just thinking.”
“About what?” Jax asked, in a rather sharp tone. She was coming to realize that Jax was hard and abrupt more often than not. She still wondered about this trip and its real purpose.
“Actually, thinking about when I was a kid. Growing up in a neighborhood like the ones we passed a while back. As rundown as it was, I still called it home. Haven’t felt like home anywhere else since. I guess someday I will.”
“We want you to think of us as home, baby. Wherever we are.”
She smiled at that comment from Jameson. He was sweet.
A while later they pulled up to a gated community, with huge houses that were acres apart. They traveled along the roads passing house after house, small mansion after small mansion, and then to another gate with a large S decorating the center. Another long driveway and there it stood. Their very large, very country-looking estate. It was modern, yet rustic with stone and wood siding. The double burgundy doors were gorgeous, and in the center was that signature S, again. Spaulding. The S is for their name. This is their country home.
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