RIDE: The Complete Delancey Brothers Trilogy

by Joanna Blake

  Two ponies.

  I helped Casey into her bed and fluffed her pillows behind her. Then I went to the curtains and started to pull them shut.

  "It's okay, I like them open."

  "How can you sleep with all that light?"

  She grinned and held up her sketchpad.

  "Who said anything about sleeping?"

  I grinned at her and tousled her hair. She held her finger to her lips and I nodded. Then I closed the door behind me.

  "Is she okay? Did she look upset?"

  "She was already dozing by the time I left."

  Angelina chewed her lip, looking worried.

  "I knew the move would be hard on her. I should have waited. Or come ahead of time to get the place ready. It's just, there isn't anyone else I trust to look after her."

  "What about your folks?"

  She shook her head.

  "They're gone."

  "Aunts and Uncles?"

  "No."

  "Cousins?"

  "We don't really know them. It was never a close-knit family. We haven't seen anyone since the funeral when Casey was just a kid. I don't even have their phone numbers."

  I felt a strange lump form in my throat. I had been contemplating pouncing on her. Now I just wanted to hold her and tell her it was going to be alright. That I would help her with Casey if she needed it.

  I would help her with anything.

  Everything.

  All I wanted in exchange was her hot little body.

  I shook my head. No strings remember, Jackson? Just sex. I cleared my throat.

  "I lost my mom too. I'm sorry."

  She looked at me in surprise. Then she smiled. I felt my heart melt a little. It was the first time she'd really smiled at me. When Angelina Randall smiled, she wasn't just beautiful.

  She was magnificent.

  "Thank you."

  I lifted up my tools.

  "What's next?"

  "You don't have to go?"

  I shook my head slowly.

  "I'm at your disposal, Ma'am."

  She laughed sweetly and the sound went right through me. She was different when she was relaxed. Warm and inviting. I wanted to kiss her suddenly, not just drive her into the floor with my dick.

  Well, I wanted that too. But I would put a pillow under her head first. That was the gentlemanly thing to do after all.

  "The attic has a leak that's worrying me. I think it's just the window casing but I'm not sure. Casey is allergic to mold so we have to be careful."

  I followed her up the stairs. I glanced into the open doorways, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bedroom. When I saw it, my mouth went dry. It was just an ordinary room with an antique bed and a pretty looking quilt on it. But I could imagine us doing all kinds of filthy, wonderful things in there.

  Starting right now.

  She led me down the narrow hallway into one of the smaller bedrooms. I saw that she'd started setting up the room as an office. In the back corner was a steep stairway that led to the attic.

  She pulled on a cord and a bare bulb lit the space. It was big for an attic, with plenty of head space. It was clean too.

  She'd been a busy little bee.

  My bee.

  "I was thinking of putting my studio up here."

  "Studio?"

  "I'm a photographer. Or, I always wanted to be. I didn't have a lot of time for it back in New York."

  I looked around, nodding.

  "All you really need is to wire the place. Then you get some black out blinds for the windows. Some sort of ventilation system for the fumes. Add drywall and you're all set."

  She was looking at me with a trace of admiration. I liked the way it felt, impressing her with my manly skills. I grinned, puffing out my chest.

  "I could help you with that."

  Her mouth dropped open.

  "That's not necessary Jackson."

  I let my eyes rove over her face.

  "It's my pleasure."

  Oddly enough, I meant it.

  "Now, where is this leak?"

  I should have kissed her right then and there. But I couldn't bring myself to risk ruining her rapidly improving opinion of me just yet. She was looking at me like I was a Goddamn knight in shining armor.

  Fifteen minutes later I'd sealed the leak, confirmed the damage was minimal and that there was no mold. Now she was really looking at me like I was a hero. She'd been busy the whole time too, cleaning the place with a spray bottle of vinegar and a handheld vacuum.

  No wonder the old house was sparkling and shining.

  "Are you always so clean?"

  She smiled at me ruefully.

  "I didn't used to be. But Casey's symptoms can get triggered by smoke, dust and mold. Chemical sprays, you name it. I won't be cleaning like this constantly, but I wanted to start with a clean slate. No shoes in the house keeps the dust down a lot-"

  She wasn't going to stop talking I realized. Not that I wasn't interested. But I was also losing the battle with my cock after hours of being close to her.

  So I did what I'd been wanting to do since the moment I saw her.

  I pounced.

  I lifted her up against me, smothering her soft sound of surprise with my lips. I groaned as my hands pulled one thigh up and held her open to me. I fit myself up against her and plunged my tongue into her mouth in one smooth motion.

  The Delancey brothers prided ourselves on our excellent hand to eye coordination skills.

  I pushed her backwards until she was pressed against one of the support posts in the center of the room. Then I went to town. Grinding, licking, touching.

  My hand squeezed her ass as the other one went for her breasts. She was so soft and juicy and sweet smelling that I felt like I was going to lose my mind. Scratch that, I already had.

  Thankfully, it seemed like she was right there with me.

  Her kisses were tentative at first, but as I teased her nipple through her shirt, she started to get wild. I could feel the heat of her center against my raging hard on. Her nipples were scraping my chest. I cursed and pulled my shirt open, losing a few buttons in the process.

  I pushed her shirt up, moaning at the sight of her gorgeous tits pushed together by a white lace bra. I pawed at her, tugging the bra out of the way so that I could taste her. I pulled one nipple into my mouth, and then the other.

  Her hands were in my hair, spurring me on. The soft sounds she was making were sexy as hell. She sounded like a sweet, horny little kitten.

  My kitten.

  I lifted my head, realizing I was on the brink of fucking her in a dusty attic. Not that I gave a shit. But she might.

  "Bed."

  She nodded shakily, starting to tug her clothes back into place.

  "Leave it. No time."

  I scooped her up and tossed her over my shoulder, taking the steps two at a time. I slapped her ass as I kicked open her door, tossing her on her bed.

  She was staring at me indignantly as I peeled my clothes off. Then I climbed on top of her and kissed her senseless. By the time I was finished, the pissed off look on her face was gone.

  No, she looked shocked.

  I chuckled as I started undoing her jeans. I slid my fingers down the front against her flat belly. I bent my head to her nipples again as my fingers dove lower, seeking her slippery folds.

  Hmmfff...

  "That's it sweetheart, we are going to get along just fine. I will take care of you. Just lay back and relax."

  She was wet and tight and so soft. I could not wait to get inside her. No condoms I decided. She would have to go on the pill. I would be gracious this time and pull out.

  But it would be hard to stop once I was wrapped in her velvety softness...

  I reached down and grabbed my cock, ready to give her the pounding of a lifetime.

  "Ow!"

  I looked up, confused and offended.

  Angelina was glaring at me.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Get off of
me!"

  "But- I thought you liked it!"

  "Shut up Jackson."

  I blinked at her in surprise. What the hell had gotten into her now? I wasn't just trying to jam my dick in her for God's sake. I was going to make sure she felt good too.

  Better than good.

  I was going to make her squeal like a happy little piglet wallowing in fresh cool mud on a summer day. I was about to tell her so when she hit me with a pillow.

  "But-"

  She pushed me off the bed. I hit the floor with a thud. I jumped to my feet.

  "What the hell!"

  She was covering herself up dammit. Putting away those glorious tits. I didn't want her to do that. I moaned in frustration.

  "I'm not going to be another one of your women Jackson. Forget it."

  "My women?"

  She rolled her eyes, studiously ignoring the enormous tent in my boxer shorts.

  "You are a man whore. I can see the signs a mile away."

  "I am not a man whore! And I don't recall asking you to be my woman!"

  She started throwing my clothes at me, forcing me to back away into the hallway.

  "Exactly! I'm not fooled by your sudden interest in being helpful either!"

  I sputtered as I tried to catch my clothes, stumbling backwards in my underpants.

  "Now Angie- be reasonable-"

  "You can take your tools, and your muffins and your big blue eyes and shove them up your ass!"

  I sidestepped down the stairs, trying to pacify her. But it was no use. She followed me all the way to the door, berating me the entire time.

  "You just go home and find someone else to use you player! You stay away from me, you hear me?"

  I stood in the cold bright air, my clothes against my chest, my cock still hard as a rock.

  Angelina stood in the doorway, her eyes bright and shining with unshed tears.

  "And don't call me Angie!"

  Angelina

  "Damn him! Of all the insufferable, low down, conniving-"

  I was breaking down empty boxes, flattening them so they could be tied up and picked up by the trash and recycling company. I wasn't doing it properly though. I was smashing them.

  The way he'd just tried to trick me into sleeping with him. He wasn't helping us to be nice. He had an agenda all along! And he hadn't been satisfied with kisses, no. Not even for a few minutes.

  He'd been about to just- stick it in me!

  I stopped, remembering the giant tent in his shorts.

  A shiver went down my spine. That would be hard to ignore- or handle. I'd never been with someone of that size. Not even close.

  Jackson Delancey was way, way above average.

  I was sure he had women falling all over him, eager to get poked by his giant sausage. But not me! I was not some desperate woman who hadn't gotten laid in years!

  Actually. Dammit, I was. It had been a long time. Too long. All the same, I might be a little bit lonely, but I was not desperate!

  "Arrogant, cold-hearted, bastard!"

  "Ange?"

  I turned to see my sister standing in the archway between the living and dining room. She was leaning against the wall precariously.

  "Oh no, did I wake you?"

  She shook her head.

  "Why aren't you using the chair? You are supposed to be resting!"

  She stared at me, her eyes watering a little bit. I felt immediately contrite and drew her into my arms. I squeezed her, kissing her cheek.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I'm not mad at you."

  "It's okay."

  "It is not okay. And I am sorry. Come on, let's get you into your chair."

  She looked resigned as I lowered her into it. I knew she hated having to use it. She had always been so strong. And now she had to rely on me for so much.

  "Soon Case. We just need to get you a little stronger and then we will start building you back up again."

  "I hate this chair, do you know that?"

  "I know."

  She wiped the back of her hand against her cheeks. She was crying. I hated seeing her cry.

  "Sorry, I'm being stupid."

  I shook my head vehemently.

  "You're not stupid. You are wonderful and stronger and braver than anyone I know."

  She gave me a wobbly smile that made her look like the adorable four year-old she used to be. I smiled at her and wiggled my eyebrows.

  "I have an idea."

  "You do?"

  I nodded.

  "Why don't we go see about adopting a dog?"

  Chapter Eleven

  Jackson

  I drove home in my underpants, muttering to myself about outrageous, ungrateful women. To go from soft and willing in my arms to hissing like a polecat! It was unfathomable.

  I was still in shock that she'd turned me down.

  She hadn't just turned me down; the damn woman had cursed me to perdition!

  And all this after I'd gone out of my way to make her writhe with pleasure, never mind helping her fix up her house! The woman was more than ungrateful- she was downright mean! I groaned, my cock still twitching from rolling around with her on her bed.

  My balls felt heavy and sore. I felt a headache coming on too. What did I do to deserve that?

  All I'd done was offer her the use of my body! What woman could find fault with that? I knew I was sought after by the opposite sex. Or I always had been.

  Until now.

  I parked a little farther from the house than usual, pulling my clothes on as I ranted to myself. The last thing I wanted was to have my brothers catch me driving half-naked. I'd never hear the end of it.

  I walked into the house and straight to the bar. I poured myself a whiskey and downed it.

  Then I poured another.

  I stood there, raging against the unfairness of it all.

  What I needed was a cold shower. I went upstairs to take one, bringing the bottle with me. I stood under the icy cold water, trying to get the thought of her out of my mind. I could still see her beneath me, all soft, warm and willing woman.

  I could still feel her against me, under my hands.

  I could still taste her.

  I groaned as my cock bobbed uselessly in the air. I gave up and decided to go with it. I closed my eyes tightly and gripped my shaft, tugging on it firmly. I leaned against the shower wall and let my mind run wild.

  She hadn't kicked me out. No, she'd been eager to accommodate me. So eager that she would wrap her legs around my head as I tasted her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm with my tongue. Then she would roll me onto my back and have a taste of me too.

  I felt my balls tighten as I imagined that hot little mouth of hers closing around my rod. She would lick, suck and stroke me until I was close to coming.

  Then she'd climb on top of me and ride me until we both came. I could practically feel her thighs around my hips, see her head tossing around, feel her tits as I reached out to squeeze them-

  Unffff...

  I shuddered violently as I came, my hand milking what appeared to be a gigantic fucking load. I turned the water to warm and let it wash over me, cleaning my seed from my hand and my tingling cock head.

  Fucking A.

  That was better.

  Completely unsatisfying, but better.

  It would have been a lot better if the woman herself had finished what she'd started!

  I spent the night tossing and turning and swilling more whiskey than a sensible person would consume in a month. But I considered it a victory. What I really wanted to do was go next door and pick up where we'd left off that morning, before she spoiled all my fun.

  It was a long night. I got rip roaring drunk alone in my room. And I had to rub one out every time I let myself think about her too much.

  I spent more time making friends with Mr. Hand than I had in years.

  In the morning I got dressed and went back downstairs. I figured I would do some paperwork, distract myself from wanting to text her
and tell her what I thought of her antics. But around lunch I headed right to the bar.

  I picked up my phone and stared at it, pecking out a few texts. I deleted them one by one. She wasn't going to react well to being told to get over here and get into my bed. But that's pretty much what all my texts were saying.

  "A little early for you isn't it?"

  I glanced over my shoulder at Jake. He was grinning at me. He loved it when anyone but him acted the rebel. I shrugged and grabbed the fresh bottle of whiskey someone had put out. That was the best part of having servants. The liquor cabinet was always stocked.

  "Missed you at dinner last night."

  "I was tired. How's dad?"

  "He's good. Resting now but he trounced me at chess this morning."

  I nodded, refilling my glass.

  "That's good."

  "What's gotten into you?"

  "Not what, who."

  "Ah, our pretty little neighbor is under your skin. Elle said she thought as much."

  "Under my skin, that's an interesting way of putting it. Like a rash."

  Jake laughed and sat down, apparently having nothing better to do than enjoy my misery. I scowled at him, hoping he would go away. He didn't take the hint.

  "What, she isn't falling over herself to get into your bed like every other woman in town?"

  "No. She kicked me out."

  "You're joking."

  I shook my head, downing my drink.

  "What did you do to deserve that?"

  "Nothing! Unless you count fixing her roof, and a leak in her attic!"

  He was laughing at me.

  "There must be more than that."

  I got up abruptly, stomping to the bar to pour myself another drink.

  "Well?"

  "I offered her my services. No strings attached."

  Now Jake was laughing uncontrollably.

  "I assume you mean sex."

  "Hell yes I mean sex! That woman is so tightly wound she might blast off at any moment. I was doing her a favor."

  "I'm sure you told her so."

  "Something like that. But instead of being grateful she got pissed off and kicked me out! With no pants on!"

  Jake almost fell off the couch he was laughing so hard. I failed to see what was so amusing about the situation. That's when Elle came in. She took one look at the two of us and shook her head.