Her scream filled the room as his hands gripped her ass. Her legs wrapped around him as he plowed deep into her tight channel. He gave no room for comfort. He took what he wanted. Her back arched as he slammed into her again harder and harder. Her mouth opened as a silent scream of pleasure never left her lips.
Pounding into her, her pussy gripped him like a vise, matching him thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. A soft sheen of sweat glistened over her body, and he took control. The room smelled of sex as the sounds of skin slapping skin became music to his ears.
Reaching behind her, he swept the papers off her desk. Pushing her down, he grabbed her legs from around his body and held them together, straight up, pointing at the ceiling. Still thrusting inside her, her legs created a slippery clamp for his cock as he pounded his dick harder into her. He couldn’t think anymore. Her pussy consumed him. The feel of her tight cunt, wrapped him in her heat. Sanity was no longer an option. He needed to dominate her. Make her know that this was forever, that she belonged to him.
Spreading her legs open, he continued to pound into her gaping pussy. Her hand shot down between her legs, rubbing her swollen nub. Her fingers flew in fast circles, just above his cock, as she brought herself to another orgasm. Her cunt convulsed, gripping him harder. She was so fucking tight. She suctioned him deeper into her with an intensity he had never felt before.
He wanted more.
Without warning, he pulled out of her and flipped her easily over on her desk. Pushing her body down, he grabbed her hands, holding them at the small of her back. Lining up his cock again, he thrust forward, claiming her. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Don’t move,” he ordered gruffly as he furiously pounded into her. “I love that you love it like this. Your body was made for fucking,” he said as he continued to pound into her. He could hear her moans, feel her cunt getting tighter. His balls started to pull up. A tingle began to spread.
“Come for me, baby, milk my cock.”
“Oh, God, Andy, don’t stop,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”
Letting go of her hands, he latched onto her hips and vigorously pulled her back into him as he rammed into her.
“I’m coming!” she screamed. Her pussy clenched him hard.
Roaring loudly, he thrust one last time as rope after rope of his searing-hot cum filled her. Muscles contracting, pulse racing, sweat dripping, he emptied himself into her.
Spent, his body slumped over her. His hands still gripped her hips hard. He could still feel his cock twitching inside her as her pussy continued to spasm as their combined juices ran down his legs and dripped to the floor.
Slowly pulling out of her, he backed up, finding the chair she kept in the corner of her office. Sitting, he just looked at her, still immobile on her desk. Her ass was beautifully shaped. He couldn’t wait to claim it. He had been an ass man since he first learned about sex. Images of her tied and bound to a whipping chair filtered into his mind. He imagined inserting a large steel butt plug into her ass.
“I think you broke my body,” she mumbled, breathing heavily.
“You? Woman, I have bigger problems. I think you broke my dick.”
Chapter Four
Macie carried her tired ass upstairs after closing. Exhausted, all she wanted was a hot bath and a warm bed. Too bad her body was ready for round two with the prominent Doctor Andrew Jenkins. She still couldn’t believe she had fucked him on her desk. Okay, if she was going to be honest, he fucked her, but damn, she would give anything to have him between her legs again. The man was a fucking machine.
Moreover, he was a Dominant.
That was the biggest shock of all. Her mother had warned her about the quiet ones, but did she listen? Hell no! She did what she always did where her mother was concerned. She ignored her. Too sweet and passive most days, she never would have guessed Andrew was a hard-ass fucking Dom in the sack.
She wasn’t complaining. She just didn’t expect it.
Regardless, fucking Andy in her office, while her diner was full of customers, changed everything between them. She had made herself a promise long ago. If she couldn’t have them both, she wouldn’t have either of them. Well, that promise flew out the window the moment his cock slid into her pussy.
Now, she had to think of what was going to happen next. She knew there was no way around this, and as much as it pained her, the thought of never seeing him again made her pussy weep, but she would not come between them.
They were brothers.
She had heard the gossip.
Matthew was staying. He had come home permanently. With both Matthew and Andrew around, she knew it wouldn’t be long before Matthew weaseled his way back into Andrews’s good graces. They would put the past behind them, then all would be hunky-dory, and she refused to come between that. Nope, tomorrow when Andrew came in to get his morning coffee, she was just going to have to tell him it wasn’t going to work out. That what they did was just a big fucking mistake.
In the meantime, she was going to soak in a hot bath and try to calm her quivering pussy down, because there was no way she was going to fuck him again.
* * * *
Sitting on the couch watching Law and Order, Matthew looked over at the door when Andy walked in. He hadn’t seen his brother in the last couple of days, and now that he had him in the vicinity, he wanted to talk to him about Macie.
Since the incident at the diner, Matthew had decided to stay away, giving her time to calm down, but word had slowly trickled back to him about what some of the patrons heard after she had ceremoniously dumped a full plate of food on his head.
Now, Matthew didn’t begrudge his brother anything, but he clearly remembered his baby brother telling him there was nothing going on between him and Macie.
Looks like baby brother lied his ass off.
“Andy.”
“Go away,” his brother mumbled, dropping his keys in the bowl next to the door.
“Can’t do that. Clarence Bellows is retiring,” Matthew advised, getting to the point rather quickly. He needed to get this part of the conversation out of the way quick, because he had better things to talk about.
Andrew was a smart cookie, Matthew knew that, so he wasn’t surprised when his brother put two and two together quickly. “No.”
“Yes.”
“But your practice is in Los Angeles, not here.”
“I tendered my resignation yesterday, and a moving company is packing everything up as we speak. The Law Office of Matthew Jenkins will be up and running by the end of the week, headquartered here in Treasure Cove. I am home to stay.”
“Why?”
“Because my life is here now,” he explained cautiously. For the last couple of days, Matthew had been spending time with his daughter and granddaughter, getting to know them. The more time he spent with them, the more he knew he didn’t want to leave them.
It was Emma who told him that Clarence Bellows was thinking about retiring. That he was just looking for a decent replacement. So taking it upon himself, he went and visited the old man, and by the end of the conversation, Clarence happily handed over his law practice and everything that went with it, including all the open cases he was currently working on.
Things happened fast after that, but the one thing he wanted most still refused to talk to him. He didn’t rightly know how he was going to break it to his brother that the more he saw Macie, the more he wanted her. She wasn’t just a quick fling. There was something about the spirited woman, some familiar longing he hadn’t expected that occurred when he laid eyes on her. And when she stood outside her diner yesterday and flipped him the bird, she had unknowingly made his decision for him. He wanted her, and he wasn’t going to stop until she wore his ring on her finger.
“If you’re thinking about claiming her, she won’t have you.”
Damn, baby brother was too damn smart.
“But you have claimed her, right?” he asked.
“No. Macie won’t be claimed
, tamed, or collared, ever.”
“Collared?” He looked smugly at his brother.
Since when did baby brother start dabbling in BDSM?
“Are you so sure about that?”
“Damn it, Matty, she hates you. You left her without saying good-bye. She loved you. Did you know that? Unbelievable, I know, but at the age of ten, she knew what we didn’t. When you left, you decimated her. She was never the same after that. Even when I promised her I would come back after medical school, she didn’t believe me. Why do you think I am still here, working for nothing? I do it for her. She has no one, and those years I was gone were the hardest on her. She had nobody to protect her. God, you just don’t get it, do you,” his brother ranted furiously. Matthew knew that he had done something to upset Macie, but he never thought it had stemmed from twenty-six years ago. Shit, he was just a kid himself. How in the hell was he supposed to know that a little ten-year-old girl was smarter than he was.
Fuck!
To make matters worse, he actually did know. It didn’t take a fucking genius to figure it out. Her mother was the town whore. Nobody knew who her father was. Oh, there was plenty of speculation, but since her mother never admitted to any of it, the rumors flew.
Living in Treasure Cove was a delight, but with the good came the bad. There were certain members of this town who didn’t believe in the ménage lifestyle. Those small few spoke openly and loudly sometimes, trying to get the town council to remove the laws allowing for such marriages. Those people wanted an improved town, always trying to pass an injunction, requesting the town be separated from the charter. Every time it failed, they would take their anger out on those who lived differently. Since most of the ménage families lived outside of town, they centered their frustrations on someone easy, and Macie’s mother was always the first to be attacked.
Matthew couldn’t remember how many times he and his brother came to the rescue of the little girl, trying to shield her from the hurtful words, dirty looks, and gossip. Those townsfolk were older now, and set in their ways. There was nothing anyone could do to change their minds. Complicating things more was that some of those hateful people held governing positions on the town council, and every two years, a new addendum would be brought up, causing the debate to heat up once again.
“How bad was it for her, Andy?” Matthew asked.
“Bad. It took her three years to get the approval for her diner after her mother passed away. The town council wanted her gone. They made her life a living hell, getting the loan and the permits. Halfway through the construction, the council ordered an injunction stating that brick wall of the diner was a historical landmark and couldn’t be altered or touched in anyway. Left with no choice, she hired another architect to redesign the diner. If it wasn’t for a select few of us, Macie wouldn’t be here. They would have run her out of town. She still has problems every year, when the building inspector comes to visit her. Tomas, her cook, has me on speed dial, because that asshole comes unannounced every fucking time.
“Look, Matty, I get that you want to come home. I can even deal with having you around, but I am not the same kid you left. I grew up. I do things a lot differently now. I don’t need my big brother coming in and taking everything over, because I won’t let you. If you are dead set on coming home, do so because it’s the right move for you, not because you think you’re going to get into Macie’s pants. She has been through enough, and I won’t let you disrupt her life.”
Matthew just sat there looking at his brother.
Andrew was right. He had changed. He wasn’t the shy kid Matthew remembered. He had grown up, and there was something dark about him. He was strong, capable of handling life on his own. He didn’t need him to look after him anymore.
Sighing, Matthew sat back and decided to tell his brother everything. It was long overdue, and if he wanted a fresh start, it meant getting rid of all the baggage he left with.
Over the next few hours, Andrew sat there and quietly listened to him. He never said a word, and as much as Matthew tried to read his brother, he couldn’t. He had no idea what his brother was thinking, or what was going on in that exceptional mind of his. Matthew left nothing out, and when he was done, he waited.
It was odd, like for the first time in their lives, the roles felt reversed. Matthew felt like the little brother, and though it was somewhat comforting, letting it all out, he wished Andrew would say something.
Andrew stood. “You can stay here, hell, I don’t care if you die here, but let me be very clear on this. Stay the hell away from Macie. I mean it, Matthew. Don’t let me find out that you are bothering her in any way because if I do find out, I will personally kick your ass back to California.”
Matthew didn’t say a damn word as Andy left the room. He just listened to his brother give him an ultimatum, and though it was firm and clearly said, Matthew couldn’t help but smile. “Nothing, not even you, will stop me from making things right with her, brother.”
* * * *
The door chimed, letting Macie know she had a customer. Looking up, she smiled as Caleb walked in and sat right in front of her. “Hey, sugar. What are you doing here this early? I haven’t even fired up the grill yet.”
“In town gettin’ the feed, so I figured I would save Jeff the trip and pick up dinner,” he told her, taking his ball cap off. “So, what’s on the menu tonight?”
“No clue. It hasn’t arrived yet.”
“What do you mean? I thought you were making the meals.”
Macie just smiled at her adorable cousin. Since their sister Antoinette up and left town a month ago, Jeff and Caleb relied on her for their nutritional intake. But with avoiding the local doctor and his annoying brother, Macie needed help. Therefore, she enlisted the one person she knew who would never utter a peep. That and she was playing matchmaker. Someone needed to, because her cousins weren’t moving quickly enough for her.
“Nope, I just hold them till Jeff comes.”
“Damn. You mean to tell me for the last month, someone else has been cookin’ for us?”
“Yep.”
“Who?”
“Oh, just wait a minute. Your food should be here momentarily.”
Just then, the front door bells chimed again and in walked the shy librarian. Looking flustered and out of breath, Janie rushed over to Macie and handed her the casserole dish. “Sorry, I’m running a little late this morning. The power went off in my condo last night, and it’s still not back on. I hope the dinner didn’t spoil. I better get going. I am already late opening the library, and I have that reading group coming over from the elementary school this morning. Tell the brothers if they want more meals, they are going to have to start paying for them. I can’t continue to feed them on my salary, okay?”
“Will do, hon.” Macie smiled as Janie turned and ran out the door.
Macie walked right up to Caleb and handed him the casserole dish. “Better get this home quick and put it in the freezer.”
Caleb looked struck dumb.
She wanted to laugh her ass off, but someone needed to keep a level head. Her cousins had been pining for months over that woman, and neither of them had the balls to do anything about it. So, after watching Jeff moon over her and Caleb do absolutely nothing, Macie decided they needed a swift kick in the ass, in the direction of the library.
“Uh, Macie, does Jeff know Janie has been the one feeding us?” he asked, looking out the window, watching the pretty librarian head to work.
“Nope.”
“Does she still come in on Fridays to get her apple pie?”
“Yep.”
“Do me a favor,” he said reaching for his wallet and taking out a twenty. “Give her a whole pie. Tell her it’s on the house for feeding us.”
“While you got that thing out, better fork over the rest of that cash,” Macie said, eyeing the two hundred-dollar bills still visible. When Caleb looked at her funny, Macie reached in and took the cash. “You heard the lady. You boys are bl
eeding her cupboards dry!”
Macie laughed as Caleb left with casserole dish in hand and an empty wallet. Pocketing the money, she was just about to head into the kitchen when the sound of screeching tires caught her attention. Looking out the window, she saw the banes of her existence getting out of their vehicles, yelling at each other.
“Fuck a duck! What now?” she cursed, stepping out of the diner and watching the drama unfold.
“You bastard! You could have killed me!” Matthew charged up to his brother.
“Well, dipshit, next time, drive a little faster,” Andrew shouted back.
“I was going to park there. Move your piece of shit. Your clinic is over there,” Matthew yelled back, pointing down the road to the Treasure Cove Day Clinic.
“Yeah, well, I parked here. Get over it.”
“Andy, move your fucking car,” Matthew said lowly, getting in his brother’s face.
“Make me.” Andy grinned, crossing is arms over his chest.
Damn, Macie hadn’t seen this much action in a long time. This was better than the WWF she watched on Monday nights. Of course, she didn’t give a rat’s ass if they pummeled each other to the ground. They both deserved what they got.
“I came here to have breakfast and talk with Macie. Now move that truck.”
“And I told you to stay the fuck away from her,” Andrew said in that low voice of his that got her pussy quivering every time. Damn, she needed to learn better control where he was concerned. Since that day in her office, Andrew had come in every morning for coffee and a quickie. So much for never fucking him again. She groaned.
“You don’t own her, Andrew, and until she is claimed, I will do what the fuck I want.”
“She is claimed. I have been fucking her for the last two weeks. She is mine.”
“Oh. My. God! Why don’t you just announce it on CNN, Andy!” she screamed, storming up to him.
“Not now, Macie, I am dealing with dipshit,” Andrew said, dismissing her, never taking his eyes away from his brother. Andrew seemed unmovable. His determined stance was strong, but it was the look on his face that had Macie backing up. She had seen Andrew her whole life, and not one time had she ever seen him this angry. He looked ready to beat the living shit out of someone.
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