“Life getting interesting?” Courtney asked her as Jaci stared straight ahead into the elegantly appointed sitting room.
“Oh yeah.” She nodded, feeling the trembling in her legs, the heat in her lower stomach. “Is it like this around here very often?”
“Not since Ian and I were sniping and snarling through our courtship,” Courtney responded, before turning to stare at her.
Jaci could feel her friend’s look and grimaced at the question she knew was coming.
“You know,” Courtney finally drawled, “Cameron Falladay is positively delicious when he’s being possessive.”
Delicious wasn’t the word she would use to describe him. But there was no doubt those few seconds had been filled with such heightened lust that it left Jaci shaking.
“He’s going to drive me to drink,” she muttered.
“No doubt, he probably will,” Courtney agreed.
They both listened expectantly, but could hear little more than the murmur of voices outside.
“Ian will referee,” Courtney promised, but there wasn’t a lot of conviction in her voice.
Jaci turned to her slowly, turning her wrath from Cam to the other woman. “I blame you for this,” she stated. “You didn’t even warn me they were here.”
To which Courtney grinned. “I didn’t, did I? I’ll have Ian spank me for that later. But admit it, Jaci, your life was horribly boring. You aren’t bored any longer.”
She was beginning to wonder, though, if bored wouldn’t be better.
Cam slammed the door to his office with a vicious flick of his wrist and grinded his teeth in fury.
Five minutes. She had been out of his sight five f**king minutes, and what had happened? There was that bastard Khalid, his hands on her, his lips on her.
His fists clenched, the need to punch something nearly overriding his self-control. The need to punch that half-Middle-Eastern son of a bitch touching his woman was what crazed him.
“You hit the wall again, and Ian’s going to make us pay for the repairs ourselves,” Chase warned him as Cam felt his fingers curling into a fist.
He’d already put a hole in the wall once this year. The day after the final report on Jaci was compiled, and he’d had time to think about it, time to let the fury stew inside him.
“Get out of here, Chase.” He could not deal with his twin’s amused condescension today. He’d end up hitting Chase, and the problem with Chase was that he invariably hit back. They hadn’t had a brawl in years, and his ribs were thanking him for it.
“Come on, Cam, she’s a beautiful, vibrant woman. Every man she meets is going to wonder if she’s as hot in bed as she looks, and a few are going to try to find out. Nothin’ you can do about it.”
His fingers curled into a fist again. Fury pumped in him; he was hot, blistering with jealousy. He had never been jealous over another woman. He had never ached to punch any man that dared to so much as look at anyone but Jaci.
She had no idea how possessive he was over her. She had no clue how the thought of her with other men had tortured him over the years. And God forbid he should ever meet up with an old lover, because Cam wasn’t certain if he could hold onto his control if he did.
“Come on, Cam, Khalid’s flirty with all the women, you know that. The son of a bitch lives and breathes his playboy lifestyle just to piss his daddy off. You can’t take him seriously.”
“He touches her again, and I’ll take his hand off,” he snarled, whirling around to face the amusement in his brother’s eyes.
But he didn’t see amusement. He saw the same darkness in his brother that rode his own soul. They were like mirror images of each other in so many ways.
“God, this is a mess,” he bit out, turning away again.
Why do you do it, Cam? A man as possessive as you would never share your lover without a reason. Jaci’s question ripped through his mind with the force of a dull blade, tearing at his conscience. And still, he hadn’t been able to explain. He hadn’t been able to put into words that overwhelming, dark need that continually drove him and his brother.
The men of the Sinclair men’s club all had varied reasons why they shared. Some for pleasure, some for excitement, some for protection of themselves or others. Some simply because they enjoyed it.
For Cam and Chase, why they shared was mired in so many different, impossible reasons. The bond of twins, of knowing each other’s strengths, each other’s weaknesses; of understanding the pleasure they could give—and the pleasure they received from it.
They could take women to places together that they couldn’t take them alone. Give them a pleasure that drove them to the point where they couldn’t find the breath to scream, and could only beg for more.