Jamie's Revenge

by Jenny Penn

This time as her control began to wither, no sense of fear or panic undermined the building bliss. Not with Brodie’s big hands to keep her safe and protected in his embrace. For as tender as his touch was, his words were nothing sort of wild.

  “All these years you were thinking your sweetheart would be the easy one. Does that feel easy to you, sugar?”

  No. It didn’t, and that was just the sweetest surprise of them all. Her jaw snapped shut, Brodie shoulder getting caught between her teeth as every one of her muscles contracted beneath the inferno flaring straight up her back. The deliciously wicked flames licked further up her spine with every relentless thrust Caelen treated her to.

  Brodie brought one rough hand up to span her neck with a chuckle. Forcing her chin to turn and release his skin from her bite, he lifted her gaze in the direction of his mirth.

  “You having fun now, but this isn’t what you asked for.” Brodie’s voice dipped, going all soft and making his draw stand out just as the glide of his heated palm right up the incline of her raised buttocks.

  With a possessive rub, Brodie redefined her focus as his fingers slid right into her divide. Wickedly delicious thrills spiraled up her back as Brodie brought that exquisite pressure back. Slowly forging into her ass, he pressed down, making that amazing stretch of skin rub between him and Caelen’s galloping cock.

  “That’s what you asked for,” Brodie growled into her ear.

  His slow, tentative motions teased her, electrifying her with lightening strikes of heated rapture. Burrowing into Brodie’s neck, Jamie tried to remember to breathe as the last shred of domestication shriveled up, leaving her at the mercy of her own feral desires. Unable to deny her body’s desperate drive for more, she began grinding, thrusting, twisting anyway she could intensify the near scalding bliss bubbling through her. All the while, Brodie’s dirty encouragements spurred her on like a whip to a horse.

  All she could do was whimper in response. Even then, her breath caught on the sound as a second set of fingers began to press in, stretching her back channel down onto the cock that had slowed down to a tormenting crawl. Caelen had shifted from her ravager to her torturer with those too tamed rolls of his hips.

  Tears began to dampen along with sweat beading over Brodie’s shoulder. Her tears were an involuntary expression of the exquisite pain that her need had become. The bubble of pleasure that they held her became an agonizing pressure that she prayed they’d pop.

  Not her men. Contrary and difficult to the end, they just made the delicious friction worse as they began to tease her ass to a heated fever. Panting out little moans, she fought to get the more she needed, but all her efforts were tamed by her lovers’ superior strength, a fact that openly amused Brodie.

  “Settle down now, sugar. You get what you’re given. Of course, we can always be swayed by some sweet words.” Leave it to Brodie to annoy her in a moment like this. He wanted her to beg, but this was her moment.

  “Damnit, Brodie. Stop being such an ass,” she turned her head to growl at him.

  The words fell into a groan as he retaliated in the worse possible way. Lending his second hand to the battle to rob her of all sanity, he slid it right over her hip to strum his fingers over her swollen clit. Jamie shrieked under the seductive assault, jerking as her poor little bud strained under the molten explosions his teasing caused.

  “Jerk.” She managed to grind that word out between one rolling spasm and the next.

  “Aw, come on, Jamie,” Brodie cajoled even as he continued to torment her with his wicked hands. “You can’t deny you wouldn’t do the same.”

  She smiled at that. He had it right, but the thing that made her glow inside was knowing he would beg too. In this, they were equal. “Fine, then. I love you both very much. I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you over all the years. I regret my rash actions and the consequences they caused. Now I humble myself before you and beg with open heart that you will forgive me my sins and take me as I am.”

  She didn’t put a lot of effort into sounding sincere, not that Brodie would have believed her if she’d tried. “You got a lot to learn about begging, girl.”

  “Yeah? Well I’m getting mine, Caelen’s getting his, and you? You ain’t much of nothin’. Kind of makes you wonder who the real dumbass is, don’t it?”

  Jamie had expected him to retaliate, and it surprised her when he stilled instead. Shifting his chin along her shoulder, he looked back at his brother and began to see things her way.

  “You know she kind of makes a point, Caelen.” When his grin rolled back in her direction, Jamie’s stomach clenched with the intent she could read in it. “I think it’s time we give the little sugar exactly what she asked for.”

  Nerves set in again as their hands withdrew back to her hips and they began shifting her free of Caelen’s delicious thickness. Her fingers dug into the mattress at the tediously slow withdraw. He made every inch of her sheath burn to feel him coming back, but he slipped free, leaving her clenching in pain with the need that demanded she be filled.

  Brodie came to her aid swiftly enough to tell her, he didn’t feel half as calm as he’d sounded. He certainly didn’t have the patience of his brother and lifted his hips in a hard thrust up. Forcing her down with an equally aggressive push, he shafted his full length into her, making her groan with gratitude.

  The groan turned to a whine when he held her flat, refusing to let her enjoy the sensation with anything beyond the tiniest of motions. Her plaintive sounds of protest cut off in a sharp intake of breath that got locked into her chest at the feel of Caelen’s impressive cockhead pressing into the cleft in her ass. Those pesky nerves reappeared, and she couldn’t help the involuntary tensing that shivered through her as Caelen lodged himself firmly against untried opening.

  “Relax, sweetheart.”

  That tender side of Brodie shined through as his hands went to work on her back. Caelen’s joined in, adding smooth, perfect strokes to harmonize with Brodie’s rougher rubbing. Together they worked a new kind of warmth into her flushed skin.

  Sweet and protective, the sensation contrasted sharply with the pressure that radiated out of her rear with Caelen’s slow penetration. Like a string caught in a storm’s wind, the pressure snapped once his flared head settled firmly inside her.

  “Oh, God.”

  “You okay, baby?” Caelen didn’t sound too well off himself. His voice strained high as if he were holding back the sea just for her.

  At least he could talk. She didn’t have the air left in her lungs to form words. Not that any would have served as a good answer. She wasn’t okay. She’d never loved not being okay this much before. Sweet mercy of the heavens, nothing had ever been like this.

  “Jamie?”

  The concern in Caelen’s voice told her he wouldn’t be giving her another delicious inch until she answered. Giving him the only sound she was capable of, she growled and jerked back, trying to take what he denied her. Instantly, four hands clamped down to hold her still.

  “I think the little sugar likes it, Caelen. Give her another inch.”

  Jamie panted through the smooth slide. With Brodie’s hardness stretching her pussy wide, that was all she needed to completely lose it. The bubble of pressure began to crack and little sparkles of ecstasy teased her with what waited for her at the end of Caelen’s long, thick cock.

  This time, she fought them as she went wild with her need, grunting and trying to force them into motion with grinding humps of her pelvis. They fought to keep up with her, but she knew from their muttered profanity and their uncontrollable flexes that fed the hunger with shallow strokes — they didn’t want to win.

  Even those realizations fizzled out of focus as the pounding hammer of ecstasy started beating up her spine, driven by the hardening thrusts. Jamie lost the ability to even pant as her eyes rolled back in her head. Two thick cocks slammed into her in a ceaseless rhythm that only escalated into a frantic rush as they whipped a tidal wave of splendor over her.r />
  It crashed in, drowning her under its power as her lovers slammed into her in unison. Jamie screamed under the impact, feeling the whole world detonate around her in a fiery burst of starlight that flittered off into an endless abyss. With a sigh of soul deep satisfaction, she collapsed into the welcoming blackness.

  Even as she drifted toward oblivion, she heard Brodie cry out his love for her. The pledge chased after her, keeping her secure in the oncoming darkness. As the last thread of her consciousness unraveled, she knew she’d found something better than revenge. She’d found love.

  * * * *

  Brodie yawned and stretched. Barely awake four hours and already tired, not a good example to set as a man. He could take some comfort in the fact that Jamie had passed right out with her orgasm. At least he’d outlasted her.

  “I’m marrying her, Brodie.”

  Caelen made that pronouncement from the other side of Jamie. They’d turned and straightened everything out before settling down to snuggle their woman until she woke back up, so they could tire her back out.

  “I was wondering how long it was going to take you.” Brodie curled onto his side, tucking himself along Jamie’s length as he glared over at his brother. “You been lying there thinking it for the past twenty minutes.”

  “So have you.” Caelen didn’t bother to meet Brodie’s gaze but kept his on the ceiling. “Either way, this marrying both thing ain’t going to work. I mean for one, Sheridan is going to insist on a proper, legal wedding, and that can only be to one of us.”

  “So?” Brodie had a lot of opinions about that, but he knew when Caelen was driving toward something.

  “So, Jamie ain’t going to let us battle it out the way Angus and Linc did with Bridgette.”

  Sneaky little bastard, Brodie couldn’t even guess where Caelen headed with this. “Probably not.”

  “But we gotta settle this.”

  “Just get to the damn point, Caelen. You’re about wearing me out of patience.”

  “Well, since we can’t beat the crap out of each other, I say we have a different kind of battle.” Caelen rolled to his side finally and Brodie got the full force of where Caelen’s wicked imagination had taken him. “I say we make Jamie’s body the battlefield.”

  “Jamie’s the battlefield?”

  “A competition for who can please her the most…we could do like a series, how many orgasms can you lick her to in ten minutes kind of thing. What better way than actually competing to see who satisfies her the most to figure out who gets to claim her as a wife?”

  “Yeah,” Brodie nodded liking the idea. “That way when you’re screwing my wife, you’ll know that you can’t compare.”

  “That’s really going to suck for you.” Caelen rolled back onto his back. “We’re going to have to draw up a list and maybe do some points.”

  His twin had muttered off to himself, scheming and devising. Brodie looked down at the innocent snuggled up against him. She really didn’t have a clue what her stubbornness would cost her. He’d been warning her about it for most of their lives, but she just never listened.

  Dropping a kiss on her cheek, Brodie offered up a silent thanks to God for that…and for giving Jamie back to him.

  Epilogue

  Dear Aunt Elaine,

  I guess I owe you some money. I’m sure you’ve figured out over the last three months that I won’t be returning, just as I’m sure you have been gloating over that fact to Richard. I hope he has at least allowed you to persuade him to replace me down at the house. I worry that my girls are not being taken care of, but then I remind myself that you would not let that happen.

  After all, you always did have the stronger will than me. Just as you predicted, my emotions did decide my fate, but it hasn’t ended in doom yet. There have been moments, though, like my wedding.

  There is nothing more than a woman looks forward to than being married in front of a wall of bloody and bruised men. I can’t blame it entirely on Brodie and Caelen, though. My brothers, as well as theirs, all contributed to make the ceremony quite unique.

  Not that it wouldn’t have been anyways. I bribed the minister to wed me to both Caelen and Brodie, though they didn’t think such a thing was possible. They really are quite naive in so many ways, but they have those muscles, and that certainly makes them right more than not.

  I really think you would like them and hope that you can visit. It better be soon, too, because you never know how long before my doom catches up to me. I fear it’s coming in about seven months.

  You can have that laugh now because I’ve broken rule number one. I’m pregnant. While everybody from every corner swears there isn’t anything to fear or worry over, they aren’t the ones who have to push this kid out. I try not to think about, but focus on how much fun it would be to give Brodie and Caelen two girls just like Bridgette did her men.

  It would seem fitting justice, given just how much fun they make making babies. They should suffer some the consequences, right?

  Well, I hope this letter finds you in good health and that you will make the trip out here one day. I know we don’t have all the refinement you are used to, but the number of interesting men more than makes up for it. Besides, refinement has its limits.

  Love,

  Jamie

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I live near Charleston, SC with my two biggies, my dogs. I have had a slightly unconventional life. Moving almost every three years, I’ve had a range of day jobs that included everything from working for one of the world’s largest banks as an auditor to turning wrenches as an outboard repair mechanic. I’ve always regretted that we only get one life and have tried to cram as much as I can into this one.

  Throughout it all, I’ve always read books, feeding my need to dream and fantasize about what could be. An avid reader since childhood, and as a latchkey kid, I’d spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name.

  I credit my grandmother’s yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she’d come, she’d bring stacks of romance books, the old fashion kind that didn’t have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.

  I’ve worked on my own stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the ‘anything goes’ mentality and letting my imagination run wild.

  I hope you enjoyed running with me and will consider picking up another book and coming along for another adventure.

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