“Then help me.” She was breathing hard, need was like an inferno burning into her, whipping through her. “I always knew what you wanted Cam. Do you think I didn’t play? That me and the vibrators that helped me hold onto my sanity didn’t have fun?” She gasped then.

The head of Chase’s cock tucked against her rear as his hands moved to her hips as he strained against her. Heat speared through her rear entrance, rocked up her spine.

“Like this, baby.” His voice was gentle, hoarse.

His hands gripped her thighs, pulling them forward as Chase’s hands eased to her waist, bracing her, pulling her back until his cock was postioned at an angle, pressing into her, the thick crest beginning to force inside her.

She watched Cam as he watched the possession. She felt herself opening, heard her own cries, but she couldn’t take her eyes from his face. He loved watching her take his brother. His gaze lifted to her then, his fingers moving to her pussy, parting the folds, stroking around her clit as her hips began to move, to ease Chase deeper inside her.

She moved her hips back and forth, fucking herself onto him as Cam moved until he was between their spread thighs, watching, stroking her pussy until, with a sharp, desperate cry, she felt the entire length of Chase’s cock slip inside her.

She writhed now, her head tipping back, watching Cam’s face as he moved to her.

“You have all of him,” he breathed harshly. “Deep and thick inside you, Jaci. This position makes you tighter, did you know that sweetheart?”

She shook her head. She didn’t know. She knew she was dying, fighting to breathe, to make sense of the sensations tearing through her.

Then there were more sensations. More pleasure. More heat. There was Cam’s cock pressing inside the saturated, slick depths of her pussy. A little at a time. Working the heavy flesh inside her as his expression tightened, as sweat ran down his temple, his neck.

His hand gripped her hips as Chase’s supported her back, holding her in place as she was bent back. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her ass. A thick, iron-hard intruder stretching the sensitive tissue as Cam’s cock stretched her pussy.

Heat seared it. Burning, electric ecstasy began to race through her body as she watched Cam give his head a hard shake, fighting to hold onto his control.

“I love you,” she whispered, staring back at him. “I love you inside me. I love how you take me.”

His hips jerked, hard, burying him tighter inside her. He stared back at her, his eyes locked with hers as she licked her dry lips quickly. A moan escaped her. Pleasure was tearing through her as Cam worked his erection inside her.

“Fuck me hard, Cam.”

His head shook. “I’ll hurt you.” His jaw was bunched with effort. “Stop this, Jaci.”

She clenched around the flesh filling her pussy, taking only half of his length and needing more.

“Do it faster, then.” She whimpered, feeling the muscles spasming around his flesh. “It’s too slow.”

She tried to move, to jerk in their grip and force him deeper. But two pairs of hands held her in place, forced her to accept only what they gave. But she could see the thin boundary of Cam’s control. It would take very little to break it. And she wanted it broken.

She was breathing so heavily it was hard to talk.

“The first time,” she gasped. Cam stilled. “The first time. You were there.”

He shook his head.

“You were there, Cam. Me, my vibrator, and you. I cried your name.”

“Oh, God.” His hips jerked.

“I fucked myself and cried out for you.”

“Jaci.” He breathed her name harshly.

“And I needed it. I need you now, Cam.”

He gave his head another hard shake.

“Do it,” she cried out. “Take me, damn you. Stop torturing me. Fuck me.”

He pulled back, pressed in, harder, deeper.

She dug her nails into his shoulders and shuddered. Tremors were racing through her, she could feel her orgasm, just there, so close, almost enough.

“Make me burn.”

His head shook again.

“Make me scream, Cam. I dare you.”

Chase jerked beneath her, driving his cock deeper, retreating precious inches and impaling her with a swift, hard stroke. The pleasure made her vision glaze, her lips part in suspended pleasure.

Cam lost it then. He saw the haze of ecstasy wash over her face as Chase lost patience and began fucking her. Short, tight strokes in her ass that tightened her pussy further. And the extremity of the pleasure on her face broke the last threads of control Cam possessed.

His hands tightened on her hips and he surged inside her. Quick hard strokes, pumping into her as an agony of pleasure clenched around his cock. He could feel her juices weeping around his cock, slickening his way even as the tender muscles tightened around him.

He buried it to the hilt, again and again. Each desperate lunge inside her shot pleasure to the base of his skull until he wondered if he could survive it. He’d had her once today, and still he was fucking her as though it were the first time. Moving furiously between her thighs, shafting hard and deep and feeling her melt around him as her orgasm began to shatter her.

And it took him. He heard his shout, heard Chase’s, and felt the violent, overpowering pleasure of his release spurting inside her, possessing her, marking her. Belonging to her.

Sweet mercy, he was dying inside her. Coming until he was certain the top of his head had exploded along with the seed erupting from his cock. And still he was thrusting, fucking, pouring into her and losing parts of himself to her.

He was lost to her. It was only a matter of time and he knew it. Only a matter of time before she knew everything, every secret, every shame. And he would hold onto her for as long as he could. Because only this, only Jaci, mattered.

17

The next evening, Jaci packed her bags at the hotel and waited for Cam and Chase to pick her up to move her into their apartment. She had put off the move to give herself time to think, to get her own priorities straight. She wasn’t denying what Cam meant to her any longer or how much she wanted what he wanted, but even after a night and nearly a full day of fruitless soul searching, she still couldn’t decide if the risk was worth the memories she would build, if things didn’t work out.

And the situation with the Robertses wasn’t even close to being resolved. They hadn’t contacted her or Moriah, and Jaci was beginning to wonder if that was another plan she was going to watch disintegrate around her. Because she sure hadn’t managed to work things out where Cam was concerned.

As she placed her bags next to the doorway, she heard the security lock disengage. Cam had the extra key. The door swung open and he stepped inside, his expression still and satisfied.

Courtney had been surprised to learn she was moving in with Cam and Chase. According to her, they had never invited a woman to stay with them, not even for a weekend. And when Jaci had tried to pin Cam down to a time frame, he refused to discuss it.

“Is this everything?” He picked up one of the suitcases and several dress bags, before handing them to Chase, then collected the other two bags and several more dress bags for himself.

Jaci picked up her purse, a travel bag, and her notebook case, and gave one last look around the sitting room.

“That’s it.”

“Hell, you don’t travel light, do you sweetheart?” Chase grinned as she followed them into the hallway.

“For a several-month stay?” She rolled her eyes. “I like clean clothes, Chase, and the convenience of wearing more than a few outfits. Courtney told me to plan for six months. If the designs for the mansion are accepted, then she wants me to begin on the house as well.”

And it appeared she might be picking up a bit more work in the Alexandria area. She’d had several calls from potential clients that she had met at the Brockheim Ball. She was hoping to meet with them soon and discuss details. She wouldn’t mind staying around for a while, she thought. Whether things worked out with Cam or not, she had a few friends here. It would be a good place to settle down for a while, perhaps to build enough of a client base to make her dream of her own studio a reality.

They entered the elevator with Cam strangely silent. The ride down to the parking garage was over quickly, and within minutes they were storing her luggage in the back of the Jaguar and Chase’s jeep.

Perhaps it was best that she didn’t give herself more time to consider this move, she thought. With the weekend beginning, it would give her time to settle into the apartment, perhaps to settle in with Cam. To try to make sense of the fascination he had always been for her.

Always.

“Regretting?” he asked as he closed the door behind him and started the motor.

“I rarely do things that I think I’ll regret,” she told him as she smoothed her hands down her jean-clad thighs. “Maybe you’re the one who’s regretting?”

“I learned not to regret what I can’t change.” He slid the car into gear and drove from the underground garage.

“You’re luckier than the rest of us mortals, then,” she said.

He shifted the gears, his thigh bunching as he used the clutch, the muscles of his lower arm flexing and tightening as he moved the gearshift. Damn, why did watching him shift gears always make her hot?

“How am I luckier?” he finally asked. “I would have assumed I was smarter. I learned a long time ago how useless regret can be.”

There was darkness in his tone, not anger, but a dark realization that made her realize the hunger was growing inside him.

She looked at his face, seeing the hard angles, the tightening of his jaw, and felt that same restraint inside her he had talked about the day before begin to unravel further.

It was as though the wickedness she could see building inside him called to a once-hidden, wicked core inside her. She wanted to get wild with him. Right here, right now. She wanted to be wicked, wet, and seductive, and she wanted to see him lost inside her. Just as he had been the day before on the balcony.

“How long has it been since you’ve had sex without a condom?” Suspicion was tearing through her, because she knew Cam. She knew his control.

“Until you, I’ve never forgotten.” The tightly leashed hunger throbbed in his voice.

Was this what she really wanted? Jaci stared at him, realizing the anger that pulsed just beneath the surface.

“What about when you and Chase share your women? Are you as particular then, Cam?”

He glanced at her, his pupils flaring, the green of his eyes darkening. “I’ve always been more particular, until now. With you, I won’t be.”

Jaci’s lips parted in surprise, in shock. “Have you lost your mind?”

“I’m warning you.” He stared straight ahead now. “I’ve never taken a woman without a condom, Jaci. I’ve never claimed another woman. I’m claiming you.”

“And if I hadn’t been protected?” she snapped back.

He gave her a mocking look. “I ran the investigation on you, sweetheart. I know better.”

Well, that took care of that. “And this is all your decision? I don’t think so, Cam.” She shook her head furiously. “What the hell gives you the right to think you can make that choice for me?”

“The fact that I lost my fucking mind with you,” he stated, obviously not pleased with the fact. “For God’s sake, do you think I didn’t realize then what the hell was going on? I don’t have any control with you alone, Jaci. There’s not a chance in hell I’ll have any, once things get wilder.”

Once things got wilder. Once he and Chase started touching her again, once they were taking her again.

He didn’t like admitting it, he didn’t like the loss of control. Cam shifted gears with a brutal flick of his wrist, grimacing at the grinding, before pulling back and breathing in roughly.