Deception [The Masters Series 1] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Rebecca Joyce

  “Hey, handsome, I was looking for you.” She smiled sweetly, rubbing her breast as she sauntered toward him. Zac groaned, and his cock stood up at attention.

  Oh, dear lord in heaven, please not now.

  “Baby, you look real pretty in your birthday suit, but we gotta go,” he said hurriedly, ushering her back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

  “But, Zackie baby, I’m horny.” She purred, rubbing herself up against him, and it took everything in him not to drop his pants and stick his dick deep into her inviting cunt.

  “Can I have a rain check?” he asked, praying.

  Her little mouth pouted and he groaned. “But I need you now, see…”

  Zac felt his cock twitch, blink, and spurt a bit of pre-cum the second she removed her finger from between her pussy lips, showing him the glistening digit. “Wanna lick?” she said seductively, and that’s all it took.

  “Fuck it.” He growled, quickly unzipping his jeans and lowering them just above the rim of his boots. He shuffled toward her, and she giggled. Zac hauled her into his arms and said, “This is gonna be quick, baby, so hang on!”

  Mary Jane pulled him close, hungry for his mouth and tongue as he began to stroke her twat, her warm juices already running freely. He reached down her back and lifted her up by the buttocks, pushing her against the bedroom wall. Her legs were spread wide as they wrapped around him, her pussy pulsing against him with her desire. God he loved this woman. She was always ready for him and she never failed to disappoint. Just being with her again had all his old feelings roaring back to the surface. He would never get enough of her, ever.

  He could feel his hard length pressed flat against her mound, and she rocked her hips and angled herself in different ways in an attempt to force him inside her. “Sweet Jesus, baby, hold still! I know you need a good fucking, and that is what I am going to give you. Right now, just let me get it in ya first!”

  Pulling back slightly, allowing his penis to dip down, Zac aimed it straight toward her dripping hole. He pressed it lightly against her and pulled it back, and then he pressed it lightly against her again and pulled it back again. Over and over he did this, as Mary Jane strained her body closer to his, trying to pull him deeper inside. He held her back with absolute control as he teased her until she thought she would go mad.

  “Fuck me now!” she shouted, as he suddenly thrust his entire length inside her. His whole member impaled her, the sudden intense sensation causing him to gasp, and her to moan in pleasure. “Oh yes, Zac. That’s what I need. Fuck me hard and leave me raw.”

  Slowly he began to plunge his cock all the way in and out of her pussy, filling and stretching her with every move of his hips. She was overwhelmingly wet, allowing his cock to slide in and out like silk. He thrust deeply and with purpose, their bodies firmly meeting as he sunk himself deep inside her pussy, the pressure on her clitoris driving Mary Jane crazy and making her convulse and tightly squeeze his cock.

  Zac stopped for a moment, his entire length within her burning hot pussy, and he grinded against her as he pushed back the sweaty hair that had plastered to her forehead. She was panting and had lost all control, drowning in a sexual haze. She reached down and gripped his ass cheeks savagely, sinking her nails within his flesh and trying to make him move within her.

  “Damn, baby, what got into you this morning?” he asked as he pulled out suddenly and lowered her so she was standing, and then smiled as he turned her around to face the wall, her knees trembling.

  “You,” she moaned. “Now be a gentleman and stick that pole back in me and make me come.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Zac grinned as she bent down and raised her ass cheeks. Zac grasped her hips firmly before entering her swiftly from behind. She moaned as he pushed his way in to the hilt, reaching deeper inside her than before and stimulating her G-spot with the angle. She started to push back vigorously, wanting more of him, and he responded by grabbing her buttocks tightly while spreading them and ramming his cock deep inside her, feeling the walls of her vagina tighten spasmodically around his shaft. He was reaming her now and they were both panting and moaning, their bodies slamming into one another and writhing in pleasure.

  The wet, slapping sounds were barely audible over their breathing and groans. Mary Jane muffled a scream with her hand as her climax violently clenched around his cock as Zac suddenly buried himself even deeper inside her as he came. Finally, they slowed down and he withdrew. Mary Jane nearly collapsed and he caught her up in a supportive hug as they breathed heavily into each other’s shoulders. He felt overwhelmed and spent, his whole body tingling and shaking with exhaustion as he whispered, “Well, as much fun as that was, and it was, we gotta bust a move.”

  “I thought we just did,” she replied, still breathing heavy.

  “Oh, baby, that was just a taste test. We can play more once we get to where we’re going. So, grab some jeans and T-shirt and let’s go.”

  “So bossy when you get to fill my pussy with your cum,” she said saucily, throwing on a shirt and jumping into a pair of jeans.

  “That ain’t the only hole I plan to fill. Now let’s go,” he replied, taking her hand, not even giving her time to zip up her jeans. And that was exactly how she was dressed forty minutes later as she slept peacefully in the cab of his truck. She never asked him where they were going or why he was in such a rush to get off the farm, and since she didn’t ask, Zac didn’t offer. He loved the fact that she trusted him completely. Now all he had to do was get his brother to get that stick out of his ass.

  Chapter Eight

  Garret still couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The little shack up on the mountain that he and his brothers used for a fort to get away from chores was a sprawling four-bedroom log cabin. Not just a typical cabin, but with plumbing, electric, and a fully functioning kitchen. But the most intriguing part of the cabin was that every room was decorated for specific aspects of BDSM. Too bad he’d fucked everything up, or he would really enjoy spending time with Pandora here.

  Sighing, he dropped his bags in one of the empty rooms and explored the cabin. He had to give his brothers props. They sure had taken their time and put a lot of thought into the design of the shack, which he found funny that they still called it that. There was nothing shack-like about the cabin he was standing in. Walking around the massive structure, he could admire the beautiful landscape around him. Garret could admit now that no one was around that Tennessee was an amazing place to live and grow up in. Hell, most of his happiest memories were playing up on this very mountain with Zac and his other brothers. However, for some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “Maybe Chip was right. Maybe I am harboring some abandonment issues.”

  Just then, the crunch of gravel captured his attention. Looking out the large bay window, he sighed. “Well so much for some peace and quiet.” Garret had just opened the front door when the truck pulled into the drive and skidded to a stop. Now, he knew that Zac was angry at him, and generally the big lug would sulk until he hashed out a couple of rounds with his punching bag in the barn, but for some reason the large oaf apparently wanted fresh meat.

  So Garret didn’t flinch when Zac started yelling at him, nor when he began jabbing his finger in his chest, but when his brother told him flat that he was going to whip his ass for lying, well, Garret couldn’t have that. It shouldn’t have surprised him that Zac had grown stronger. After working on the farm with the rest of their brothers, Zac didn’t have to protect him anymore. However, when Zac broke free and punched him in the face, well, Garret wasn’t expecting that.

  “Hey, that hurt!” Garret cried, rubbing his face, while ducking before being hit again.

  “Good! Now hold still so I can hit you again,” Zac shouted, taking another swing.

  Garret laughed and ducked, trying to get away from him. When Zac grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled, Garret heard a ripping sound and groaned. “Momma’s gonn
a be pissed at you for tearin’ another one of my shirts!”

  “Not if I tell her you started it!” Zac replied, pulling harder.

  “Let go of me and fight fair, Zac,” Garret yelled, trying to get his brother to let go of his shirt. Garret didn’t need to be told what they both looked like. He could see it clearly, and if their other brothers showed up, they would never hear the end of it. There was no getting over the fact that one brother was holding the other by the scruff of the neck, while kicking him in the seat of his pants. It was humiliating and annoying. When Zac’s foot finally connected with his ass, Garret yelped and managed to get away. “You fucker! That hurt. You kicked my balls!”

  “That’s good to know, because I was aiming for your ass!” Zac said, and then asked, swiftly moving toward him, “When were you gonna tell me?”

  “Tell ya what? That you never could kick straight? I thought that was common knowledge.”

  “I’m talking about Mary Jane being with you, you idiot! Were you ever gonna tell me, or just hog her all to yourself?”

  “Well,” Garret said slowly, backing away.

  “You woman stealer!” Zac roared and lunged for him, but Garret moved just in time before he was tackled.

  “Look, Zac, I was gonna eventually fess up. So you need to calm down.”

  “When?” Zac growled. “On yer fiftieth wedding anniversary?”

  “No, on our first,” Garret replied, straight-faced. “Are you gonna calm down, so we can talk like normal people?”

  “No, I haven’t kicked your ass yet for keeping her from me. Add in the fact that you knew where she was, never said anything to me, and had access to her all this time without sharin’. Well bend over, buddy, because it’s time to take a lickin’!”

  Standing up straight, Garret faced his brother. As much as he wouldn’t mind rollin’ around in the dirt with him like old times, he couldn’t stand for Zac to place all the blame on him. Mary Jane wasn’t innocent in all of this, and as for him finding her and not telling him, well that was because he wanted to spend some alone time with her before Zac monopolized her. “I’m not gonna take all the blame here, Zac. She’s just as guilty as I am. Hell, maybe even more! She’s the one who kept skipping out on us.”

  “You yeller-belly ingrate, she’s the victim!” Zac shouted, charging him again. Garret wasn’t so quick this time, as Zac clobbered him to the ground, yelling, “You are meaner than a snake, more devious that a mole, and you bully like an ogre!”

  “I ain’t an ogre,” Garret hollered back, hitting Zac in the side. When Zac huffed and started to roll off him, Garret helped him by bucking him off and onto his back. “You know something, if it weren’t for her, we wouldn’t be fighting like this. She’s the cause of all our troubles. I’m sorry, Zac, but she ain’t the girl for us. She’s too much drama. We need to move on.”

  “You son of a bitch! You’ve already washed yer hands of her, after everything you’ve done to her. She needs our understanding and compassion, not your foul mouth, cold shoulder, and bad temper.”

  “I do not have a bad temper!” Garret shouted angrily.

  “Yes, you do,” whispered a voice so soft, it floated on a breeze.

  Garret spun around and locked eyes with his runaway submissive. He wanted to tell her to get off his family’s land so badly, but bit his tongue in fear that his harsh words would get back to Momma Love and she would chew his ass for being rude and disrespectful to a woman. There were many things Momma Love had taught him, and one of the biggest was how to act and talk around a woman. Regardless of what he thought about Mary Jane, he had to find a way to say what he wanted and still be nice about it.

  “You need to leave, now,” he ordered hatefully, silently praying she would not push the matter. However, when she said nothing, and stood before him, he knew she was going to make it hard for him to do the right thing.

  “No,” she clearly said.

  “Don’t make me remove you, Pandora. We’re done. You made your decision last night. Take your crap and get out of here. We don’t want you anymore,” he said more harshly.

  “Garret, enough!” Zac shouted, getting between them.

  “She’s a runner, Zac. She won’t stay with us. She’s proven that too many times. I know I lied. I will admit that, but what can she say or do? Her actions have caused all of this. She can’t promise to stay with us, because she will eventually leave. She’s no good to anyone.”

  “You motherfucker!” Zac roared before he slammed into him. Garret fell hard on his back, trying to fend off the punches that Zac was landing. His brother hit hard, and with the ground beneath him, there was no give and Garret felt every blow as if he was being hit with a brick. “I told you to leave last night! Now look what you’ve done. You’ve hurt her. She didn’t do shit, you son of a bitch.”

  “Get the fuck off me!” Garret yelled back, balling up his fist and swinging it toward Zac’s face. The blow knocked his brother off him, giving him the opportunity to get on his feet. But when he did, he felt cold metal wrap around his wrist. Garret looked down and saw the metal cuff and the hand that he was attached to.

  Anger was not what he was feeling, but blind fury. He wanted to pound the small woman to dust for causing all of this mess. He didn’t give a damn who did what anymore. All he cared about was getting away from all this chaos. He’d left and moved to Chicago to avoid all of this. He was tired of all the drama. All he wanted was a nice quiet, controlled life, and now he was in the sticks, fighting with his brother like some pigs in a trough and handcuffed to the one person who had caused it all. “Uncuff me.” He growled.

  “Not until you two make up,” she replied, standing her ground. “You only see one side of the story. You only care about your needs and wants. Now it’s time for you to hear the truth, and accept it. Because until you do, we are all going to be stuck together. So, stow your temper and let’s go inside.”

  “Darlin’, these cuffs won’t stop me. I can pick a lock quicker than you can pack your bags and get out of town.”

  “I’ll have to take your word for it, but these puppies belong to Jeb,” Mary Jane shouted back, raising their arms, waving the metal cuffs in his face. “He made them, and nothing, not even you, could get out of these. And besides, I swallowed the keys!”

  Garret had never wanted to strike a woman before but she was coming real close to making him break a promise that he’d made years ago to Momma Love. Typically Mary Jane Delany was content and submissive, almost a shy ladybug at times, but seeing her now with fire in her eyes, he came to the realization that maybe he really didn’t know the woman at all.

  “Goddamnit, Mary Jane!” he ranted. “This isn’t going to help you, and I sure as hell don’t want to be stuck here with you and Zac pawing all over each other. Now stop this nonsense and uncuff me!”

  “I wish I could, you mean ole grizzly bear, but I can’t! I already told you that I swallowed the keys.”

  Zac whistled, interrupting them. “Enough. The fact of the matter is that none of us are going anywhere, look.”

  Both Garret and Mary Jane both turned toward the direction that Zac was pointing at. Slowly coming over the mountains was a storm, and from the colorful lightning lighting up the sky it was going to be a big one. Turning to Zac, Garret cursed, “Fuck! Zac, make her cough up the keys and the both of you get the hell out of here.”

  “Nope, I’m stayin’.” Zac grinned.

  “Me too,” Mary Jane added.

  “Now you want to stay?” Garret asked, snarling and rounding on her.

  “You better be nice when you speak to her, Garret. She’s just as much the victim as I am,” Zac said calmly. “Besides, when you decide to fess up and tell the truth, and you will, I pray she has a big enough heart to forgive you, because you are being a complete jackass.”

  “I don’t trust her, and I sure as hell don’t want to be shackled to her. You want the bitch, take her. I’m done!” he shouted, pushing Mary Jane into Zac’s arms, forgetting
that he was still attached to her.

  Chapter Nine

  Mary Jane tried hard not to let Garret’s words pierce her heart, but when he called her that awful name and meant it, she knew then that there was no way to salvage what they’d once had. Resolved to helping Zac mend his relationship with Garret, she made up her mind that when everything was settled, she would leave once more, for good.

  It broke her heart to never see them again, but she refused to stay where she wasn’t wanted. With that in mind, she hardened herself, stood straight, and without inflection said, “I believe you have made yourself perfectly clear, Garret. I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused, but the fact of the matter is we are stuck together until someone figures out how to break into these cuffs. Neither of us has to like it, but that’s the fact. So, if you can dispense with the name-calling, I suggest we get inside before the storm hits.”

  “I’m not going anywhere with you,” Garret seethed.

  “Then I hope you enjoy getting wet,” she replied clearly. “Because here comes the rain.”

  “Fuck!” He roared. Mary Jane knew she was backing him into a corner, and that he would rather cut off his own hand than be stuck with her, but there was nothing she could do. Standing her ground, she waited for him to come to a decision, and when he did, he yanked her arm so hard, she was sure it was going to bruise. Moving toward the front door of the cabin, he looked the other way until Zac preceded them. Once he was inside, Garret went ahead, leaving her to follow. Thus began the fun challenge of figuring out who was going to do what.

  Mary Jane sat quietly next to Garret as he took a seat on one of the many oversized couches. She wanted to talk to him, but when she glanced over at him she witnessed waves of fury flowing off him, and decided it was best to let sleeping dogs lie. She had learned from a very young age watching her father when he was angry that it was best to leave a man alone when he got that way. She tried to concentrate on anything but him, but since they were the only at the cabin and Zac seemed to have disappeared into one of the rooms, she concentrated on the large deer head hanging over the fireplace.