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  Cole’s left eyebrow arched. “You find that funny?”

  His mouth brushed across her cheek, making her shiver. “No, no, not at all. It’s just…he’s such a planner, and this will really tick him off.”

  “Oops.” He shrugged as his knuckle traced lightly over the cheek he’d just kissed.

  She sagged against his lean body, trembling from his touch and wanting more. “So, what do we do now?”

  “We go along with it.”

  “Why would we do that? Why would you hand over your sperm,” her face burned as she said the words, “knowing you’d never have a say in your child’s life. That’s despicable.”

  “Let’s get one thing straight here. I won’t ever ‘hand over’ any of my sperm for your father’s use. I will, however, share it for my own use.” He shrugged again, an action she was getting very used to.

  Brianna snapped her head backward, smacking it on the wall and dazing herself. She squeezed her eyes shut. This could not be happening.

  “Jesus.” Cole’s voice was gruff and laced with the same earlier concern for her well-being. “You’re going to be hell for me to keep healthy, aren’t you?”

  His hands tenderly rubbed the bump forming on the back of her skull. He lowered his head until their foreheads touched.

  “I think I want to leave now.” She forced the words out while her brain and heart were both shouting, No you don’t you little idiot. You want to ease this insistent ache between your legs. She had a feeling only Cole could do that for her.

  Cole chuckled. “No you don’t.”

  His right hand slid down her cheek, her jaw line, her neck, over her heart, and came to rest on her left breast. Her traitor of a nipple stabbed his palm as he kneaded the soft mound of flesh that had never before known a man’s hand.

  “What you really want is for me to fuck you.”

  “No,” she denied, shaking her head.

  “You want me to suck these hard, tight, little nipples.”

  “No.” She shook her head harder. He pressed more fully into her, his thigh rubbing against her swollen clit. A groan slid past her lips as he kissed around her face while he talked.

  “You want me to tie you down, your legs spread wide. You want me to go down on you, to stab my tongue inside you, to suck on your clit until you explode in my mouth.”

  His hands slid slowly south and eased under the hem of her shirt. Her tummy muscles quivered as fingers stroked her abdomen on their way back north. Then they were at her bra, flicking the clasp between her breasts open and easing the material off her plumpness.

  He was killing her! The tips of his fingers skated across the top of the breasts he’d just uncovered, learning them through unseen touch. Brianna sagged against the wall, her head rolling back and forth on the hard surface with the exquisite feelings he invoked.

  Dimly she realized the only thing holding her up was his thigh, which she was subconsciously grinding her mound against. He sucked her earlobe into the moist heat of his mouth and nibbled gently with his sharp teeth.

  “Come for me, Bri,” he whispered.

  She exploded and screamed and dropped her cheek to his shoulder. He pinched her nipple between his fingers and rolled it gently as her climax ebbed beneath his assault.

  God! How humiliating. She had come at his command. She loved this man and she’d known him less than an hour. No. Not love, lust. She lusted after him. It wasn’t possible to love someone in such a short amount of time.

  At some point he’d removed his hand from her shirt and hugged her closer to him. His chin rested on top of her head.

  Embarrassed, Brianna hid her face in his chest. She felt like the whore she'd thought about earlier, coming like that. Surely he’d throw her out the door now. The thought panicked her in more ways than one. If she didn’t stay, Scottie would be taken away and she’d never see Cole again.

  The second she got her breathing under control, Cole lifted her face with the crook of his finger. He stared at her, like he was looking into her soul, then he descended on her and kissed her with what felt like everything he had. His lips melded with hers, prying them easily apart and his tongue thrust between her teeth. It stroked her own with velvet softness, teaching her how he wanted to be kissed back. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and held it with a strong suction. Brianna felt her arms lift to cling around his neck.

  The kiss was over before she wanted it to be, and Cole was backing off, standing her on her own two feet and steadying her with his hands at her shoulders. Brianna licked her lips, tasting him again and wishing he were still there.

  Cole chuckled, bringing a flood of color to her face, then sobered into an intense stare. “I want you, Brianna, there’s no denying that. And based on your response, you want me too. So here’s the deal. I’ll give your brother anything he needs if you stay and do anything I ask you to.” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Sexually, of course.”

  Her knees nearly buckled. She could not have heard him right. He would help her brother in exchange for her body. “My body for my brother? Sounds like another round of blackmail to me.” Not to mention she was afraid she would lose more than control of her body. Somehow she felt her heart would be involved.

  “Mm. You can take it that way. But make no mistake. I don’t just want your body, I want all of you. Meaning you would do anything I say, no questions asked.”

  She must have looked seriously bewildered because he added, “There’ll be plenty of time for me to explain later.” He turned, leaving her staring helpless at his back. “For now I’ll show you to your room.”

  Uncertain about his abrupt change in demeanor, Brianna stood, unmoving. As if he hadn’t just given her an earth-shattering climax, Cole turned to her and held out a hand. He looked certain she would come to him. She did, as if pulled by some magic string, clasping his hand and somehow trusting him with her life for at least the next week.

  Chapter Two

  Cole pulled the only slightly reluctant Bri behind him, the pounding of his heart echoing in his ears. He couldn’t wait to take her completely and make her his. She already was his, if the size of his hard-on had anything to say about it.

  He didn’t know what had prompted him to offer refuge for her younger brother. He only knew he had to have her. Some innate sense told him she would fit nicely between Tyler and himself. A woman who would be perfect for both of them. It was scary how strong the feeling was, making it hard to think about anything but how she would look and the noises she would make, as he and Ty pumped their erections in and out of her.

  Cole paused outside his master suite, sure Bri would balk at staying in his room and in his bed, but he was not about to give her any breathing room. Well, actually he was. After booting her father out the door, he’d called his physician to come and give her a complete evaluation. She probably wouldn’t like that either, but he was getting increasingly concerned about her asthma.

  Had her father ever had her monitored or tried other medications? From what he’d seen and heard from the bastard, he didn’t think so. Cole would take it upon himself to see she received anything she needed or wanted. She’d already affected him that much.

  “I’ll have your things sent over and brought in here,” he told her as he tugged her through the door. He knew what she would see. An imposing four-poster bed. Each post was adorned with various rings and hooks. The better to tie you up with, my dear. Most of the other furniture was standard issue and functional.

  “Is this your room?” Her voice was trembling, he hoped from the bliss he’d just launched her into, and not fear.

  “Yes. My room, my bed.” He turned to her. “We’ll be spending a lot of time here, Bri.” For now he’d wait to tell her about Tyler. He watched her bite her lip, probably wondering if she’d made the right decision or not. Her vulnerability made him want her even more, and he blatantly adjusted his cock in his jeans to show her just how he felt. Her eyes widened in what Cole read as shocked curiosity.


  “Why don’t you get comfortable? Take a bath, rest, whatever. I’ll have Freddy send up a tray of snacks for you. The doctor will be here in a couple of hours.” He nearly laughed at the look on her face and would have had she not also looked so scared. He caressed her cheek with his knuckles, wanting to feel the softness of her skin again. They flushed prettily under his ministration. With his thumb he rubbed at her bottom lip where she’d bitten it and nearly groaned out loud when he thought about those lips wrapped around his cock.

  “Why? So you can see if I’m childbearing worthy?” she demanded, yanking him out of his fantasy.

  “I wouldn’t give a shit if you could never have children,” he growled. “I called because I don’t like the sound of your asthma, Bri. Have you seen your doctor lately?” Cole watched as her breathing sped up just thinking about it.

  “No.” She swallowed and her gaze darted around the room. He could tell she was waging a battle within herself not to cry.

  “Why not? Asthma is not something to play around with.” At her questioning look, Cole lifted a shoulder. “My little brother’s got it. I’ve helped him for years get through some pretty scary attacks.”

  “That’s nice.”

  He raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You’re the last person who should think having to battle this disease is nice.”

  “No, no. Not that. You really don’t need to go to all that trouble for me.” She backed away from him and he thought he saw her flinch. Did she think he would hit her? Had her father?

  Okay, he probably would be doing some hitting, but not in anger. He would cut off his arm before he’d hurt the doe-like creature standing in front of him.

  “I just meant, it’s nice, that…that you, you know, helped him. Get through it I mean.”

  “No one’s ever been there for you?” He advanced on her, took her hands and rubbed her knuckles with his thumbs.

  “Helga did once, but my father fired her when his dinner was late. She’d taken me to the emergency room because I couldn’t stop coughing, even with my inhaler.”

  She said this matter-of-factly as though it weren’t an unusual occurrence for the staff to be fired for showing an interest in the man’s daughter.

  He cursed beneath his breath. “How old were you?”

  “Eleven.”

  “Jesus. Well,” he cleared his throat, “I don’t want to have to worry about you fighting for a breath while you’re fighting for an orgasm.”

  He laughed when she yanked her hands out of his, but grabbed her chin with his thumb and forefinger.

  “Seriously. I want you healthy.”

  Bri took on a mutinous look. “So you can stuff me with your sperm to provide my father with an heir?” Her face was beginning to burn red.

  So there was some fire underneath her shyness after all. Too bad someone had given her such an ugly version of how sex with a man would be. One guess who that was. No matter, he’d change her opinion real quick.

  He sighed. “How many times are you going to bring that up? I thought we already agreed we’d do this for us and your brother, not your father. I promise that my sperm, should they happen to congregate with one of your eggs, will never benefit Andrew Wyatt other than possibly making him a grandfather.”

  “Ever heard of a condom? A thin sheet of rubber would keep your sperm from going to church with my eggs. Then we could just say it didn’t work.”

  She looked so hopeful staring up at him and nibbling on her lower lip. He wanted to push her to her knees and have her use those teeth on his dick. His naked dick. Asinine as it was he wanted Bri skin to skin, nothing between them but her slick juices coating them both as he slid in and out of her.

  He growled at the image. “I have never had sex without a condom. Never.” He pushed her bangs off her forehead and caressed an eyebrow with his thumb. “There’s something about you, Bri, and God help me, I don’t know why, but I don’t want there to be anything between us the first time I take you. And I will take you, baby. Soon.” She shivered when he replaced his thumb with his lips.

  He resisted the urge to shiver himself. He’d never been affected by a woman this way.

  “I’m just having a hard time with this whole thing. I don’t know anything about you and you don’t know anything about me. I feel like I’m being used.”

  She sounded incredulous, and he watched as she continued to chew on her lip, anxiety mixed with a certain amount of curiosity. He wondered if she were somehow trying to justify wanting him by voicing as many concerns as possible, most of them dealing with not wanting to provoke her father and possibly losing her tenuous hold on Scott.

  “I am a twenty-six-year-old woman, not an object you can throw away when you’re done with me. Especially not if we’re going to have unprotected sex,” she hissed.

  Especially not if we’re going to have sex, she’d said. He felt like pumping his fist in the air like a horny teenager out to get his first lay. He’d forget about the unprotected part. If she was okay with it, that’s all that mattered.

  “Believe me, I know you’re a woman, but let’s get one thing straight here. You have an ulterior motive for being here or you would have walked long ago. And I told you, if your brother’s that important to you, then I will do anything to get him over here where he’ll be safe.” He let his hand drift again to stroke her nipple and was rewarded when her head fell back and her eyes closed on a moan. He kissed the exposed column of her throat. “And I will use you.” He kissed around her face. “But, I would never throw you away.” Her head came back up, shock registering on her face, but he couldn’t take back the words he’d just said.

  He didn’t know why they’d slipped from his lips, but they felt right.

  “But you’re still going to try and give my father what he wants?”

  “No, not try. But what your father doesn’t realize is if a child is created between us,” the three of us, that is, “I would never allow it to be separated from me.” His voice was stern but he made sure the hand resting at her throat was gentle. Her nostrils flared with each breath and he was close enough his lips brushed hers as he spoke again. “What he also doesn’t realize is that I would never separate my children from their mother.”

  Her gaze shot to his eyes, ripped from their spot watching his lips. Before she could even think about speaking, Cole turned her around and patted her butt. With a small shove, he propelled her toward the bathroom.

  “Go, bathe. We’ll talk later. About everything.”

  With a very confused glance over her shoulder, Bri padded toward her immediate destiny, proving once again that, subconsciously at least, she trusted him.

  His cock grew even further as he watched the sway of her slightly flared hips. None of his previous lovers, make that partners, had affected him the way Bri did. For God’s sake, she had sat on his thigh and ridden him like the untrained virgin she was and then came at his command.

  Walking back to his office, he smiled remembering the scene. Once his position was established more firmly, he would have her eating out of his hand, literally, and coming as he or Tyler demanded, all the time. It would be a pleasure to train her in the fine art of fucking. It was what she wanted, he had seen it in her eyes the moment she’d looked up at him the first time.

  He’d confirmed his suspicions later when she’d exploded around his leg, squeezing his thigh with her own and screaming like a banshee. She had said no twice, but hadn’t meant it. The glazed look in her eyes had said, Please God, if you don’t fuck me, I’ll die.

  Somewhere deep inside her was a sensuality she hadn’t tapped into yet. Tyler and he would find it and exploit it in no time. He had a feeling once they got started she’d be begging them for more. Especially if being with the two of them meant she could keep her brother safe and not return to Andrew Wyatt.

  The man was a first-class bastard. Cole snarled. He could only imagine what Bri had endured at her father’s hands.

  With the two of them, Bri would be cherished.
Probably put on a pedestal if Tyler had anything to say about it. The man had a way with women which left even the oldest of grandmothers drooling.

  Tyler, as the security specialist, had quickly made the first rumors surrounding their sharing just that. A rumor, a fantasy. Something one woman made up to make her friends jealous, which couldn’t be corroborated. Since then, the only women they shared were the ones less inclined to talk about their sexual escapades because they felt they had something to lose. Mostly their status in society.

  In his house, in his arms, Bri would know pleasure and pain. The sweet kind of pain specifically designed to bring her to a screaming orgasm. A pleasure he would feed off for his own. Come next Monday, she wouldn’t want to return to her father’s house. And suddenly, he didn’t want her to. He wanted to keep her, to find out what made her tick, to get under her skin and make her melt like putty in his hands. Right now, what he most wanted was to fuck her unconscious and then take her again.

  His fisted his hands at his sides, his cock near exploding. He’d take her soon enough. Again and again, until all she could think about was him filling her pussy.

  Brianna luxuriated in the huge whirlpool tub, letting the powerful jets soothe her tired muscles. Today had been a day from hell. She felt like she was caught in a dream—except her tub at home had never made her feel this good. She wondered what Scottie was doing right now and about the offer Cole had put on the table.

  Her brain shifted back and forth. How did she get out of this predicament, but then, did she really want to? She sighed, thinking about the things Cole had promised with his mouth, hands and eyes.

  She didn’t relish becoming one of his many conquests, but remembering the earlier earth-shattering orgasm he’d given her had her thinking. Who in their right mind would give up an opportunity to make love to the gorgeous man? Despite all the rumors she’d heard about him. If he could truly help her keep Scottie safe from her father, why would a little sex matter? It was the part about giving herself completely to him that had her worried.